Dear Arsenio,

How good to see you here :)
I was just going through a wonderful thread of yours in the beginning :

http://www.intentblog.com/archives/2006/06/the_task_at_han.html

There is already accomplished a lot and I would like to wish you a good journey ahead :)
by giving you this:

A WONDERFUL MEDITATION

This is a wonderful meditation:

I am floating in space, empty space, with here and there a coloured sphere.

Suddenly a dot shows in the distance, coming towards me and all at once explodes in the most wonderful coloured curtain, I have ever seen. And from it there radiates such an unconditional all encompassing love that makes me feel accepted and protected.

I want to put this curtain around me, but first I will have to get rid of all those other coats I wear. I watch myself taking off all the coats one by one and when I’m done, I take this beautifully coloured energy blanket and wrap it around my body like a long dress.

This energy is pouring through my whole body. It protects me, it feeds me, it nurtures me, it gives me love and abundance in everything I do and am. It is the zero point energy, the Universal field that surrounds me, it nurtures me as a person and it nurtures the earth and all beings on it as a whole.

And so, with this blanket around me, I can still see this world without boundaries and the human being that will conquer the world: a cosmic being with free will and positive responsibility towards him/herself and his/her surroundings.

Jai Guru Deva,

Mieke

Nice to hear from you, Arsenio. Your post brings up emotional tears and longing for Home. A place beyond this world of dark shadow. Yet in the sadness is also extreme joy of Being. Joy that holds us in shifting tides of emotion and events. Joy that lifts us as we walk this ever-changing road. We are never alone in Joy.

Thank you for your attendance to all of us at the Alliance for a New Humanity in Costa Rica. I noticed how the ANH community expressed appreciation for you through charmed humor. It was a recycling of energy as your own charmed humor and grace was returned to you from the many.

En-joy this day,

Trish~~

Dear Arsenio..sharing with you, one of my poems:

OH PASSING MOON!

The night is dark, as morning moves in for its daily eventful promise of ascending light.

The moon quickens its pace around the globe, offering spotlight to dancing stars, along the way.

Billions of twinkling stars in unison peek;
through a wispy and clouded sky;
for the beckoning sun and moon,
dance at twilight.

Always right on time.

There is warmth in the room, and a humid taste of filtered smells from the days cooking place.

And a savoured moment, blesses my face;
as an anticipating pang of hunger finds its place.

Blankets strewn upon the bed, showing that someone tossed, any deep slumbering, was lost.

As twilight exposes its first hint
of a dark, indigo blue;

the birds sleep silent under another,
passing moon.

By:D.D. Sonnenburg/North(-6-5-2005-3:43-am)

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Singing your praises, as you return to your home within your heart...

with much love, and appreciation for your word-smithing..as your words touch the home within all of our hearts in our Oneness of Being.

North

Hide and Seek

"Hide and Seek", Deepak words bouncing in my head. Arsenio, please help me figure it out; Why I am so shaked by these words.

Now your words, "There is happiness of funerals
and a sadness of weddings". Again, this trouble me. A feeling coming from a strange place inside myself.

I do not want to know the answer only with my head but with my all body. I do not want to know the answer only with my all body but with time silence-actions too.

When the answer is not coming that way, I know the answer can only be found in deep spirit-realm or because I am afraid to death to face something.

I see my little niece, when she was little, I see the pleasure and simplicity to hide herself and to be discovered but I am affected about something, now.

I have to be honest with me. I am hiding myself. Yes, I think I am hiding myself! I am hiding my life, from life itself. Fears to come back to my dreams, fears to think they could be realized. Fears to trust life. Fears to deal with people, to reach them because I cannot realize my dreams just by myself, alone.

Do I have a deep-fear of what is God?

Many blessings to you Arsenio
Many blessings to you Deepak

Carry on like this, Arsenio and Home will come to us!

Yes, it seems we have it all wrong: Death is a release, suffering growth. Yet I feel home already, not in this so called life, not on this planet we call earth but home within me.

What could come here after? I have lived to the fullest, experienced what I came to experience..realized what desired to be realized.

I don't have all the answers...but I am free from questions.

I have dreamed and hoped yet nothing of that came to fruitation. Yet I am full, fuller than I ever hoped for. I am dead already. I am released from suffering...not through a physical death but through grace.

Friend, this is not the end of the world.
You say- a child is lying there, my child.
You cry – the worst has happened!

Well then, let’s go to hell together.
Let’s give up and bare our chest to the fire.
Let the starving demons come, their fangs
Dripping with memories of toys and tiny shoes...

Let’s stay there, until the last drop of impossibility
Has shown itself, fully.

Can one ever have a funeral for love?
Friend... how long shall we hide the laughter?

Laughing at a funeral
I saw confetti on the chapel floor
Thought of sweeping
Knew why I was laughing.

The pennies dropt
Pennies from heaven
Shining white
Known for laughing

Why the wedding
Why the funeral
Split my sides
Laughing.

That was a beautiful poem Arsenio.

I so want to go home....

Love, Char

HEY BONJOUR....
you write beautifully...
i feel poetry is the best way to pour one's heart out...
its delight to read your compilations...
godbless...