What humble beginnings this sound comes from! The tapping of a foot on a guitar case and the untouched, free-of-microphone-amplification, vocals! WOW! Astounding. I had no idea that the sounds were organic, versus electronic when I was listening to this song, Pompeii, on the radio …
My plane ticket to Philadelphia for participation in The Quantum Leap Program is now secured! For those of you who are afraid of heights I warn against not watching this video!
Memories of Sisterhood
Keep The Search
It takes a village to raise a child, as it does a sea of love to raise a wave of hope.
A Wanderer unknown steps into the unchained wild for hopes of discovering their place in the world, when deep within the quiet a call from a newborn rolls over the seasoned ears of a Wise One who stands near, watching the external worlds as they contrast and collide.
The Wanderer’s cries are heard by the Wise One, “Please! Do not lead me to my bed of knowing! Take me back to the sea’s tip, where I wish to be. For it is there my eyes will widen once again, as the questions calling to answers will return to ripple throughout me!”
To which the Wise One answers, ”I will help you find your way again, if only you promise me this: bring back word to your fellow people. From now on, cease to warn the growing ones of how that first cry of life shared by all is bound to drop off at times. Instead, resolve to assure the young ones of where the All-Knowing is found: it echoes within you and me so long as the self is centered in the sea of searching, throughout all time, light, and eternity!
Photo and Writing by Madelaine Standing. Copyright 2014. All rights reserved. Photo taken in Hawaii.
It’s an illusion,
It’s the dawn,
It’s freed energy flowing through my body.
It’s the love liberation showcasing all my flaws, beauty marks, and skin.
Its ordinary, it’s bizarre,
All in one.
It’s me wanting to be with my Momma, head on her shoulder,
It me loving unlimited in each moment.
It’s all around us.
It’s bottoms up, heads down.
It’s climbing the stairs,
It’s calling the police.
It’s gone for now,
It’s a memory those left behind.
It’s in between my lashes.
It’s the remnants of your tomorrow.
Feet standing wide,
determined to flush out any weaknesses
between them and another.
It’s a cat’s last goodbye.
It’s an affair long awaited.
It’s the sky,
It’s an absence I’ll never forget.
In my heart and all around me.
I sit, in Love.
I stew, in Love.
I twirl, in Love.
I lye in a bed of Love.
Forget about ‘Falling in Love.’
I am already inside of Love..
I see, Love.
I am being, sweet Love.
I beat Love’s drum.
I toot Her horn.
I wear Her antlers around on top of my head.
Love is between my legs.
Love runs through my body
It streams through.
And, most importantly,
Love, that undeniable, lovable verb.
But, it’s still so easy.
Because we are already Love.
Love smells deliciously.
Be a blossom.
Love that blossom.
I take it to my hungry nose.
Let it lift and sift through the air.
I allow it to fall to my tongue.
To moisten my lips.
Love sees all.
Love opens to hear all.
Love is worn on the middle of my chest.
I heart love!
Fall away all else.
All I want to know is Love’s name.
Who’s Falling, did you say?
Love stays with me,
no matter what,
"You needn’t take responsibility for the creativity, intelligence that you emanate, or the wisdom that breaches forth from the Unknown. Let it come through you; let go of all doubt and questioning of its divine brilliance. Honor the qualities of the material by continuing to focus on the intention to bring peace and introspection to your life, and others, through your life’s work. Instead of merely executing a task, be it. Surrender to it; let go of any anticipated outcomes. Feel the task and ask Spirit what else you can deliver to the world through adaptation of your worldly existence. As writers we are the sorcerers, bridging day-to-day living with the mysterious travel to the unknown worlds existing within the self. Without ever stepping foot outside of the physical room that our soul calls the body, without ever deserting the four corners of the room in which we inhabit: We journey. Let these callings be the fuel to feed your intentions born into actions. To remain at the peak of success, on top of the tidal wave on which we all flow, from one soul’s story to the next, let the fallings between the waves be that which we share in glory and not in shame. Persevere with the reins of opportunity in your fingertips leading you to your many victories throughout this fantastic journey called success. It is the world at large that reaps the benefits from your many gifts and blessings that befall your crown, that you then allow to source through your being, pouring out through your hands, to those fortunate around you. At the same time, we receive the sense of gratification and satisfaction from surrendering to that which is greater than our minds, bodies and emotions: the forever present Creative Spirit. Embracing the cinematic view, acknowledging that it is when we partake in that which ignites our souls, that we can then share with the world the finest gift we may give. The poetry of our souls…all souls being one, we feed the world in its bliss to receive. Look yourself in the eye once a day. Tell yourself, "I love you." "I believe you." I’m here for you on your unique, one-of-a-kind purpose-filled mission." Repeat until you no longer carry any urge within to look away.
By Madelaine Standing. Published in Ascent Aspirations Online Magazine. Winter 2007.
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