Tag Archives: Spirituality

We The People

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“American people are the new Indians of the 21st Century.”
Privately squatted by the Empire’s Powers that Be
Profiting off the backs of workaholism is modern slavery.
Smells of imperial tyranny . . .

Service is a carrot of payment back in kind
Rabbit in me says lettuce hit rewind
May our souls carry a heavy burden of past incarnations?
Inspiration to rework our issues through gradual confrontational self-reflection
Loosens up our entanglement with form,
while lightening up our emotional reactions

We have the right to remain silent
To hear stillness speaking spiritually
Might we consider it culturally?
And yet singing songs of freedom vocally!

Honesty and gentleness in relationship
facilitates a mutual understanding
Allowing our inner voices to come outside and play
Giving birth to our creative power

Taking pleasure in our daily list clears space for awakened doings
Cleansing the doors of perception cultivates peace of mind
Being positive hits our internal reset buttons

We are all psychics – from empathic connections
To anticipating rush hour commutes
(and) taking alternative routes
Staying grounded while becoming aware that we aware
Sometimes the logical mind does not compute . . .

Making paradoxical friends with wanting more and having everything we need
Crow medicine shows us everyday “magic in the mundane”
Transmutes ordinary moments into extraordinary Polaroids
Weaving in creativity into our mental lists

Infusing perceptual shifts of spiritual energy
A ray of light shining on in our shared world of form
Recapture a little of the glory of
through the mind-set of a child
carrying a light-hearted air

You have a right to be serious and uptight
but that gravitational pull can be a downer
Especially in a hurried shower . . .

In our travels, remember our rituals and routines
in tote with items of power

Tell me Syngenta, Bayer, Monsanto and Donagrosciences . . .
How does a bee reach Nirvana with neonicotinoid-insecticides?

Two hawks fly by on Valentine’s Day
An embodied omen that spirited physical movement cultivates fluidity
Viewing new vistas during our Earth Walkabout
Pushing our edges and trimming our borders
Being an active participant in the Life’s theater

Gently letting anxiety and waning Full Moon pass with care
to Occupy an inner peace World’s Fair

See you further on down the trails,

Ari

The Ressurection of Groundhog and Feeling Seeds Underground Waking Us Up

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Groundhog reveals chiaroscuro
Shadowy death without dying in winter’s Dreamtime
Digging into Quantum shadowy unknown Twilight Zones
Closer to springtime

Surfing tidal waves of possibility
O’er a rainbow of spontaneity
Down yonder golden halo light of day

Yet with Mercury in Retrograde
We can dig on confronting our self-imposed limits
By accessing sensible, realistic pragmatism
While effectively reworking busyness in our business

Be careful of unintended consequences before diving into commitments
Self defense against burnout, compassion fatigue and spreading yourself thin

Money is energy and part of abundance
With positive or negative values attached to its manifestation
Like overfishing leads to swimming upstream
Does a forthcoming economic tailspin
Plunge us into a more equitable and sustainable unfolding Golden Age?

Imagine justice on Earth without a fight
If corporations are people too, then shouldn’t this process be more organic?

Remembering compassion toward others is empowering toward thyself
Designating a sacred space facilitates believing in yourself – Faith and Trust
“I can breathe here. I can relax here. I know I am safe here.”

Think before you speak while
Having a non-confrontational conversation with present moment

In stillness of winter
Can’t you hear the seeds underground thinking about waking up?
Waxing light ignites pregnant energies
Stoking the flames of rebirth
“It is in the still darkness of the void that the light is born.”

But birth is not without labor pains . . .
(Monsanto Genetic Engineering to repel Agent Orange?)
C’Mon Man!
Feeling restless, irritable and depressed?

Thank You goddess Brighid for wishing us mystically well
How do you like them apples?

Intuitive heart-minds assert that we are a healthy weight when listening
to our bodily signs singing songs about our buoyancy and agility

This Friday I’m in Love with a Full Moon
Won’t you join me in its becoming?

See you further on down the trails,

Ari

Soul Power

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Sometimes saying no is saying yes
(and)
Less is more . . .

Working in rest into daily routine paradoxically
creates more space for productivity . . . Smarter not harder

The Tao does nothing and yet does nothing undone

Soulful authenticity opens doors for heartfelt mutual exchanges
When branching out with birds from a different flock
Let go of fear-based rejections that blocks authentic connections

In hardship, buried treasures are waiting to be unearthed when digging on
dormant lying old wounds woken up
But pain is an informer (lick them with a patient tongue)

Rushing? What’s the hurry to kill the living moment?
Sitting with what is – a walking meditation
Indulging in awakened doing oriented rituals with sacred meaning
rather than automated drone-like roboticism

Remembering to choose trust relaxes the Doubting Thomas
Faith in folks blazes a trail that boomerangs positive responses
Ripple effects Cosmic Karma

GMO labels and no drilling in Alaskan Chukchi Sea puts the safety button on the
Global Warming trigger . . .
May we weather Climate Change more gracefully

Listen to the Wise Sage within to smoke out avoiding our problems
serving super-sizes meals of conveniently inconvenient distractions from our pain
Running away instead of weaving into a walking meditation

Speaking your truth, while honoring your feelings without being invested
(and)
Letting go of it is the antidote to co-dependency in couple relationships

Thank You to woman’s circles that inspire us to bring in an energetic perspective that asserts,
“the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.”
Integration of the feminine reaffirms and therefore increases the power of redefining masculinity.

Contemplation of the weight of the world is a heavy-hearted mind-set.
But we should not let that block pathways toward opening our minds to . . .
“grand and wonderful possibilities.”

See you further on down the trails,

Ari

Soulful Amplification

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The shroud of the Empire lurks within and without.
But inner peace still lies waiting beneath the dark n’ stormy surface . . .
Let go of “things and thoughts that get in the way of realizing
your true nature and best self.”

Allowing folks we care about to evoke our better angels
Without demonizing the devil we know.

Giving ourselves permission to receive energizes us to give.
Accepting love from others opens up energetic connections.
Feeding our hearts for Celestine soul amplification . . .

Co-creating space-time to reset our internal gauges to
Shift our attitudinal gears.
Revealing pleasantly surprising changes in latitude . . .

We are all dealt a deck of cards.
It’s what we do with the deck that makes it magical.

As adults, we have the opportunity and challenge –
To look at our outer world through . . .
The wonderful eyes of a child again –
With a mindful position of curiosity and empathy.

Fixed ideas are roadblocks to novelty . . .
Surrendering to universal flow is true freedom . . .

Making friends with our whimsical and intuitive selves . . .
Balancing our heads and our hearts in one rhythmical drum beat . . .

Taking a leap of faith requires the courage to
Let go of our systemic control issues . . .

Set a daily ritual of harmonic intention.
Create an organic psychic energy field of solitude.
When feeling introverted in extroverted situations
To feel security within our private selves . . .

Cumulative effect of “conscientiousness of our gifts”
Empowers us to be good stewards.
Breathe in blue skies (life) and breathe out gray skies (death).
And indulge in your daydreams for a short spell . . .
Return to ground control by picturing yourself as a
Wise Old Tree with strong roots growing deeps within Gaia . . .

Classroom Mothership Earth is our teacher and we are Her students here to learn.
What a pain in the Yin . . .

Slavery was justified as good business, while making us sick!
With food production chain, we are still enslaved with dirty planetary maladies.
Justifying the unjustifiable by parroting a “business as usual” mantra

Feed your soul a daily portion of self-care . . .
Feng Shui your home and work space.

Now that is good business practice.

Coming Full Circle

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My gaze is alive with Qi
Scintillating reflections in my Third Eye
Tingling pulsations energetically

Chi washing away regally pushed candy on my
Tell-Me-What-I-See (coke v. pepsi)
Chattering away, “nay, nay, nay”
Repulsing the monkey –
Internal martial artists might say

Mirroring mind-sets shifting and bending
Perspectives transcending
Close to falling, close to flight
Chi washing away my stage fright
In the darkness tonight

That was zen my friend
And this is right Tao
Warding off fixed ideas
In the Power of Now

Crystals sparkling off the Color of Water
Unplugging from intra-noise and outer fodder
Animal totems and tracks
Conversational consciousness reverberating within elemental forces,
Trickling downward crevasses and cracks

Mister, I’ve fought the powerful currents of
An old river in Egypt
Realizing my choice is to sink or swim
Tired of treading water (and)
Dramatic pendulum oscillations therein
Does the situation at hand got your expression grim?
Or is your feeling state merely a transitory a whim?

And though market forces take stock in my Qi
Re-working energetic yielding and rooting with Manifest Destiny
This too shall pass
Remembering gratitude in my heart for my teachers
While walking the center of the circle
Slumbering seeds underground
Dreaming with Groundhog in full synergy

Personal Power

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Personal power versus force (sensitivity) . . .
Dreams and desires manifesting . . .
Picture a bright golden sun in your solar plexus cuz it helps shed light on the darkness on the edge of town . . .

Doc Oz’s wizardry reveals we are what we eat in a Fast Food Nation . . .

Mercury in retrograde revisits past relationship dramas and sometimes Twilight Zoned out realities . . . But remember Spider’s medicine to walk the center of the circle without getting too tangled up in the web . . .

There is narcissism in becoming too self-absorbed in our emotions . . .
Green Heart-centered empathy helps us place others in the center and walk along their strands for a spell . . .

Making friends with our pain dissolves our suffering . . . On the cushion, we feel a new wave of energy come in rather than exiting with anger and denial . . .

Are you going to be a rock or water in this eternal moment? Remember to breathe and allow the waters of your soul smooth out the edgy areas.

An Andean shaman’s pipe dream high on the mountain . . . A few moments later a trigger happy ghost revisits my consciousness . . . it’s not raining out but I’m sleeping in a puddle . . . This collective old world nightmare is the death of us (the lunatic and Emperor’s New Clothes are in my head) . . .

An elderly woman behind the rearview mirror of privilege foolishly asserts to a younger filly a “conceal rather than reveal” mantra while oblivious to swinging the door wide open to the protective fortress (what lies beneath your unexamined self?) . . .

Past memories and future projections kill the living moment . . . Entanglements within the web of form blocks intimate pathways of internal communication systems that venture out along leaves of trees and fiber optic highways . . .

Re-working success by giving back Karmic baggage that is dumped on us from previous generations is the Phoenix Rising out of the ashes . . .

Being like water helps us navigate the rocks more gracefully . . .

I dig on seeing the birds flying into the portals of energetic imprints of fallen leaves . . . My ears to the ground with the aid of Bat echolocation . . . Did that angry red squirrel let go of a past turkey’s thievery?

Was Wonder Woman’s invisible jet a metaphor for the possibility of inner space Merkaba travels through cleansed doors of perception?

Being positive and choosing to focus on the silver lining enhances the soul self and everything else in a sweetly satisfying soulful harmonic convergence . . .
Like a Divine John Lennon watching the wheels of his Chakras going round and round cuz life is what happens when we are busy making other plans . . .

Waning light soon outta sight as darkness fades into night . . . Thinning veils awaken spirited conversations and close encounters that liven up dead zones of dark matter and illuminate the shadows coming out into the light during this Samhain.

Isn’t That Obvious?

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Isn’t That Obvious?

Blue is my hue today,
blinded by arrogance and green so you say.
Save me a soul by sellin’ your lies,
sailin’ away to far away spaces way high up in the sky.
Chariots of fire are the gods you see,
pullin’ puppet master strings of you and me.

And pushin’ their rule by secrecy . . .

A blast is heard from far away,
repeated by the talkin’ head objectively.
The sound’s been bit-sweet as candy . . .
Seen with my own eyes, while I perceive reality.
Cause it’s right there on T.V.

As seen on Fox News last night . . .

Spin doctors writing prescriptions,
but I don’t understand their indications.
And it wasn’t the first time folks . . .
Cuz propaganda is as propaganda does.

Now the scrolls teach us our souls,
are beyond the tolls of our roles . . .

And that includes . . .

Our Constitution, Bible, Koran, Cabala and the Book of the Dead . . .
Our academic institutions and their textbooks . . .
Our tax dollars that buy ’em.
Our corporations that make, market and sell ’em.
Our teachers that use ’em in their lesson plans.

And any interpretation of it . . .

Dancin’ Again

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Dancin’ Again

I know a time . . .
I make’s no sense at all.
May weather this flood . . .
Season through reason and fall.

Fire with fire, n’ head to head . . .
Boilin’ and fumin’, our faces are red.

And here we are . . .
Dancin’ again.

You am I and I are you . . .
One up, one down, one is two.
Assumin’ n’ askin’, through n’ through
Sleepin’ n’ weepin’, n’ smilin’ wit chu.

And here we are . . .
Dancin’ again.

Fire with fire, n’ head to head . . .
Boilin’ and fumin’, our faces are red.

And here we are . . .
Dancin’ again.

Light equals dark
Dark equals light
Yang diming to night
Yin fading from light

And here we are . . .
Dancin’ again

Distracted Workin’ Man

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Distracted Workin’ Man

Workin’ man, dreams of screamin’ fans
Sweats n’ chugs and buys your rugs
Have no fear, in the atmosphere
Buyin’ my way up there, climbin’ dem stairs

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

Goals n’ objectives are good for fun
But he’s got a gun and I’m on the run
Auctioned off my soul to the highest bidder
Cuz I wuz a consumer whore last Winter

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

Our troops, now we’re told are protectin’ our Freedom
But it’s the Liberty of the Stock Exchange
N’ Phat Cats pullin’ our strings
As the stoned statue Lady rings

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

Now I’m a pig fed by the dole
Distracted from my authentic soul
A bull’s eye on the coveted target
Formatted by a compulsive overeating super-sized market

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

Eagle In Flight

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Eagle in Flight

A step from the light
A step from the dark
Close to fallin’
Close to flight

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night

A leap of faith
Into an ocean’s abyss
Close to drownin’
Close to fate I’d miss

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night

Here I’m standing still
Life’s pulse I can feel
This moment surreal
This experience is real

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night

Now my Heart beats alive
My emotions I drive
Your perspective I see
In my own arms I am me

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night