To listen and know my suroundings; to be constiantly in tune with everything and in finding out more about our true nature through self discovery. love being in constant state of spiritual growth and love even more to serve others and to help people feel happy.
The sun rose on a magical new day...
Over the whole earth they came,
The people of every colour,
Sister, Brother, Father, Mother
traveling over many a land
People of the Rainbow
Children of the Way,
with a fresh glow
Finding their way
Star within...
More and more joined,
a song for the soul...
A new way to live,
A new way to see,
It happened this way...
And a new song came,
It came from within
If you can find the Star,
within,
The people of the Way
Books
Last century an old wise woman of the Cree Indian nation, named "Eyes of Fire", had a vision of the future. She prophesied that one day, because of the white mans' or Yo-ne-gis' greed, there would come a time, when the earth being ravaged and polluted, the forests being destroyed, the birds would fall from the air, the waters would be blackened, the fish being poisoned in the streams, and the trees would no longer be, mankind as we would know it would all but cease to exist. There would come a time when the "keepers of the legend, stories, culture rituals, and myths, and all the Ancient Tribal Customs" would be needed to restore us to health, making the earth green again. They would be mankind's key to survival, they were the "Warriors of the Rainbow". There would come a day of awakening when all the peoples of all the tribes would form a New World of Justice, Peace, Freedom and recognition of the Great Spirit.
The "Warriors of the Rainbow" would spread these messages and teach all peoples of the Earth or "Elohi". They would teach them how to live the "Way of the Great Spirit". They would tell them of how the world today has turned away from the Great Spirit and that is why our Earth is "Sick".
Cree Prophecy
Warriors of the Rainbow
Heroes
one who gives, one who listens
O holy Lord! O Lord of loving-kindness! We stray about Thy dwelling, longing to behold Thy beauty, and loving all Thy ways. We are hapless, lowly, and of small account. We are paupers: show us mercy, give us bounty; look not upon our failings, hide Thou our endless sins. Whatever we are, still are we Thine, and what we speak and hear is praise of Thee, and it is Thy face we seek, Thy path we follow...
~ Selections from the Writings of Abdu'l-Baha
Taraz . . . Noble have I created thee, yet thou hast abased thyself. Rise then unto that for which thou wast created . . . ~ Baha'i writings Posted at 10:23 PM Dec 12, 2008 view more
He heralds the hour of unity which has dawned on all mankind. All are the children of one Father; all the inheritors of that future peace on earth. He admonishes men to banish prejudice; religious, patriotic, racial preconceptions must disappear, for they are the destroyers of human society. ~Baha'i Writings
Then space opens out, makes itself deep and permanent. We are not looking for any mystery, we are the mystery. My poetry is becoming a material part of an atmosphere that extends infinitely, that runs under the sea and under the earth both, it begins to enter galleries of startling vegetation, to speak in broad daylight with the specters of the sun, to explore pits of minerals hidden deep in the secretive earth, to establish forgotten links between autumn and man. The air dims and at intervals thunderbolts of phosphorescence and terror light it up; a new structure that is far from the evident, from trite words, looms on the horizon; a new continent rises from the innermost substance of my poetry. I have spent years settling these lands, classifying this kingdom, touching its many mysterious shorelines, soothing its foam, going over its zoology and the length of its geography; in this I have spent dark, solitary, remote years.
Great Spirit, Great Spirit, my Grandfather, all over the Earth the faces of living things are all alike. With tenderness have these come up out of the ground. Look upon these faces of children without number and with children in their arms that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet. - Black Elk (1863-1950)
Taraz, thank-you for sharing your thoughts and experiences in your blogs. You are so beautiful, so radiant, I need to be near you and absorb some of your light. Can we meet? Do you ever go to the cafe anymore?
"An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way." [Charles Bukowski]
"Computers are useless, they can only give you answers." [Pablo Picasso]
"Science is everything we understand well enough to explain to a computer. Art is everything else." [Donald Knuth]
much respcect to a birth who opened my eyes, causes a spritual re-awakeing....making me forglve and empowered in a few short minutess,,,granted, it been as low present that better what too undertand, and out objective taken into trade of our lives.....Thank you for big ye realist ideas you vent hey.. some never ever met,i point out in your lifetime's life time....you area true Mysic outide the Monnastary, to quote at our Caroline Myss, has a purpose in the world....you reawake yout spitiusl life, seems a comnibined issue, reeeeeeellaaaaaay. much respect
Divinde Guidance my brothrer and hey - the new pics...is that your little one????
If we were all as wise as this old soul!
