Ignoring the implications of that which is greater than itself, there are those who reach only for the poverty of shadows, never realizing that if the universe has failed to meet its obligations, truest desire is left lacking.
In reality, it is from the outer world we few travel; following paths that lead to the inner and back again to the point of our beginning.
From beginning, love. From love, light. And it is this light that makes the seeing of things possible. So we may see that it is by passion all things were created.
The passion of He who found not His lover, and thereby, in His wanting, created her and seeks her perfection, in order to draw unto Himself that in which He delights and in her returning.
© Rachelle
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The Timelessness Inside
Inside, there is timelessness. A place where questions have resided since before the answers were conceived. Composed long before I breathed a first breath.
When I first inhaled this foreign substance, I knew its strangeness. Before, the wordlessness was far more comprehensible.
Life can seem so like making solid a thing which should, by nature, remain fluid. As if building a wall around the sky?
Within are secret questions, born before their corresponding inquiries. So it is with the few of us who are here. We are as water turned to stone or mountains that have not yet risen.
When I first inhaled this foreign substance, I knew its strangeness. Before, the wordlessness was far more comprehensible.
Life can seem so like making solid a thing which should, by nature, remain fluid. As if building a wall around the sky?
Within are secret questions, born before their corresponding inquiries. So it is with the few of us who are here. We are as water turned to stone or mountains that have not yet risen.
© Rachelle
February 2011
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
That Dream You Had
slipping out between the bars
like some spinning stars
like some crashing cars
and the dream you had shook some things up
working on some eloquence
and though a bit intense
it's only common sense
cause the dream you had shook some things up
lay it on the table there
though it seems a little bare
I surely do declare
that dream you had it shook some things up
© Rachelle
2/20/2011
"Dreams"
The Cranberries
like some spinning stars
like some crashing cars
and the dream you had shook some things up
working on some eloquence
and though a bit intense
it's only common sense
cause the dream you had shook some things up
lay it on the table there
though it seems a little bare
I surely do declare
that dream you had it shook some things up
© Rachelle
2/20/2011
"Dreams"
The Cranberries
Oh, my life is changing everyday,
In every possible way.
And oh, my dreams, it's never quite as it seems,
Never quite as it seems.
I know I've felt like this before, but now I'm feeling it even more,
Because it came from you.
And then I open up and see the person falling here is me,
A different way to be.
Ah, la da ah...
La...
I want more impossible to ignore,
Impossible to ignore.
And they'll come true, impossible not to do,
Impossible not to do.
And now I tell you openly, you have my heart so don't hurt me.
You're what I couldn't find.
A totally amazing mind, so understanding and so kind;
You're everything to me.
Oh, my life,
Is changing every day,
In every possible way.
And oh, my dreams,
It's never quite as it seems,
'Cause you're a dream to me,
Dream to me.
Ah, da, da da da, da, la...
In every possible way.
And oh, my dreams, it's never quite as it seems,
Never quite as it seems.
I know I've felt like this before, but now I'm feeling it even more,
Because it came from you.
And then I open up and see the person falling here is me,
A different way to be.
Ah, la da ah...
La...
I want more impossible to ignore,
Impossible to ignore.
And they'll come true, impossible not to do,
Impossible not to do.
And now I tell you openly, you have my heart so don't hurt me.
You're what I couldn't find.
A totally amazing mind, so understanding and so kind;
You're everything to me.
Oh, my life,
Is changing every day,
In every possible way.
And oh, my dreams,
It's never quite as it seems,
'Cause you're a dream to me,
Dream to me.
Ah, da, da da da, da, la...
Thursday, February 17, 2011
This Madness
This is reworked piece I wrote a few years back.
Lead Me In This Madness
Grant me what I cannot hold
for its revealing intoxicates.
With your breath you have spun me,
tossed me toward this dusted bowl
from sheer heights, only
to bid me climb once more
these perilous peaks.
Left weary and restless,
I hear your words,
though known, unknown.
I strain to hold this offering,
willing to be hurled down
and then, again, climb higher still.
Lead me firmly in this madness.
Breathe that I might be spun and hurled.
Bid me come and I will come
and hear your words,
though known, unknown.
© Rachelle
Monday, February 14, 2011
Speak to us of Love
In honor of Valentine's Day:
Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon
the people, and there fell a stillness upon
them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions
may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he
crucify you. Even as he is for your growth
so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and
caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
so shall he descend to your roots and
shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
and then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of the heart,
and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace
and love's pleasure, then it is better for you
that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's
threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you
shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep,
but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself
and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say "God is in my heart"
but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love,
for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires,
let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding
of love; and to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving.
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy.
To return home at eventide with gratitude.
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved
in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
From "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran
"Love Is You"
(instrumental)
Carlos Santana
Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon
the people, and there fell a stillness upon
them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions
may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he
crucify you. Even as he is for your growth
so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and
caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
so shall he descend to your roots and
shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
and then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of the heart,
and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace
and love's pleasure, then it is better for you
that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's
threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you
shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep,
but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself
and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say "God is in my heart"
but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love,
for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires,
let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding
of love; and to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving.
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy.
To return home at eventide with gratitude.
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved
in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
From "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran
"Love Is You"
(instrumental)
Carlos Santana
Friday, January 28, 2011
How Glorious
What wonderful things God has called us. We are Sons and Daughters, Brethren, Princes and Princesses, Friends, Heirs, Jewels. Jewels in a crown of gold, to encircle the head that upon once laid a wreath of thorns. But the time is not yet come. The jewels are still rough stones. Stones that must be cut and shaped and polished, until they are brilliant and perfect.
Who am I to protest the ways in which I am polished and fitted to that crown?
© Rachelle
(to be continued)
Saturday, January 22, 2011
From "Conclusion "
En excerpt from:
Henry David Thoreau, Walden, from "Conclusion "
I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one. It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves. I had not lived there a week before my feet wore a path from my door to the pond-side; and though it is five or six years since I trod it, it is still quite distinct. It is true, I fear, that others may have fallen into it, and so helped to keep it open. The surface of the earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels. How worn and dusty, then, must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity! I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.
Read more here
I think perhaps Thoreau would have appreciated this song.
Society
Eddie Vedder
Lyrics:
It's a mystery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed
You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free
Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
'cos when you have more than you think
you need more space
Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
There's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like it's starting from the top
you can't do that...
Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
Henry David Thoreau, Walden, from "Conclusion "
I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one. It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves. I had not lived there a week before my feet wore a path from my door to the pond-side; and though it is five or six years since I trod it, it is still quite distinct. It is true, I fear, that others may have fallen into it, and so helped to keep it open. The surface of the earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels. How worn and dusty, then, must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity! I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.
Read more here
I think perhaps Thoreau would have appreciated this song.
Society
Eddie Vedder
Lyrics:
It's a mystery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed
You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free
Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
'cos when you have more than you think
you need more space
Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
There's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like it's starting from the top
you can't do that...
Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Seagull
I love this song.
Seagull
Bad Company
Lyrics:
mm mm mm mm mm mm mmm
Seagull you fly across the horizon
into the misty morning sun
nobody asked you where you are goin
nobody knows where you're from
Here is a man asking the question
is this really the end of the world
seagull you must of known for a long time
the shape of things to come
Now you fly through the sky
never asking why
and you fly, all around
till somebody shoots you down
Dadadada da da da down mm mm mm mm mm mm
Seagull you fly across the horizon
into the misty morning sun
nobody asked you where you are going
nobody knows where you're from
Now you fly through the sky
never asking why
and you fly all around
till somebody shoots you down
mm mm yeah
Seagull you fly, seagull you fly away
and you'll fly away, today
and you'll fly away, tomorrow
and you'll fly away, leave me to my sorrow
mm mm mm
Seagull go on and fly mm mm mm
fly to your tomorrow, leave me to my sorrow
fly
A Love Symphony
I read a poem by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy on another blog which prompted me to search out other of his poems. This one struck me this morning as being particularly nice. Hope you enjoy it.
A Love Symphony
Along the garden ways just now
I heard the flowers speak;
The white rose told me of your brow,
The red rose of your cheek;
The lily of your bended head,
The bindweed of your hair:
Each looked its loveliest and said
You were more fair.
I went into the wood anon,
And heard the wild birds sing
How sweet you were; they warbled on,
Piped, trilled the self-same thing.
Thrush, blackbird, linnet, without pause,
The burden did repeat,
And still began again because
You were more sweet.
And then I went down to the sea,
And heard it murmuring too,
Part of an ancient mystery,
All made of me and you.
How many a thousand years ago
I loved, and you were sweet—
Longer I could not stay, and so
I fled back to your feet.
--------------------------------
Secret Garden
Bruce Springsteen
A Love Symphony
Along the garden ways just now
I heard the flowers speak;
The white rose told me of your brow,
The red rose of your cheek;
The lily of your bended head,
The bindweed of your hair:
Each looked its loveliest and said
You were more fair.
I went into the wood anon,
And heard the wild birds sing
How sweet you were; they warbled on,
Piped, trilled the self-same thing.
Thrush, blackbird, linnet, without pause,
The burden did repeat,
And still began again because
You were more sweet.
And then I went down to the sea,
And heard it murmuring too,
Part of an ancient mystery,
All made of me and you.
How many a thousand years ago
I loved, and you were sweet—
Longer I could not stay, and so
I fled back to your feet.
--------------------------------
Secret Garden
Bruce Springsteen
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Happiness
Everyone's life story has a happiest chapter - a moment or series of moments in which is found the deepest contentment, bliss and spiritual awareness. It is in that moment that we may glimpse our truest eternal self.
© Rachelle
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Thought for the Day
If you like where you are,
don't regret where you've been.
Because you wouldn't be where you are today
without having been where you were.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Moon River
This song is very close to my heart.
"Moon River"
Performed by Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck
"Moon River"
Performed by Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Lamontagne & Mofro
I've been listening to the latest by Ray Lamontagne and JJ Grey & Mofro.
It's really good listening. So I figured I might as well post my favorites from
their CDs. If I can narrow it down.
I'm not sure if I like this one best or "Gotta Know"
"King Hummingbird"
JJ Grey and Mofro
A crown of red, king hummingbird
There upon your perch, say the word
And I’ll fall down on my knees and beg
For the life I took from you my king
Oh this empty thing I’ve done
Everywhere I go, I feel you there
Do you even know me?
Do you even care?
The deepest green, and rainbow blue
As delicate and light, as morning dew
Beating wings they whisper, a baby’s breath
Filling me with wonder, for all that is
But I took careful aim and I made no sound
For no reason I can think of now
Oh this empty thing I’ve done
Everywhere I go, I feel you there
There are some great tracks on Lamontagne's CD too. This is the title track, which I love. It's beautiful though somewhat haunting. It's written as something of a love letter. One of my other favorites off the CD is "Devil's in the Jukebox"
"God Willin' & the Creek Don't Rise"
Ray Lamontagne
Caroline,
In the mountains the sun sets up in ribbons so high, it's like I don't ever wanna get old... don't ever wanna die. We been seein' steady rain, 'bout to drive us all insane, nearly lost a few head up in the pines. At night, when some of the boys get to talking up their girls back home, you know I tell 'em there ain't none as fine as mine. I can hear old Chapman sayin' come morning we'll break the range, be pushin' hard now for the plains.
I close my eyes and I can see you... I close my eyes and I can feel you here. God willin' an the creek don't rise, I'll be home again before this time next year. Though I fear this fever won't break...
-All my love
It's really good listening. So I figured I might as well post my favorites from
their CDs. If I can narrow it down.
I'm not sure if I like this one best or "Gotta Know"
"King Hummingbird"
JJ Grey and Mofro
A crown of red, king hummingbird
There upon your perch, say the word
And I’ll fall down on my knees and beg
For the life I took from you my king
Oh this empty thing I’ve done
Everywhere I go, I feel you there
Do you even know me?
Do you even care?
The deepest green, and rainbow blue
As delicate and light, as morning dew
Beating wings they whisper, a baby’s breath
Filling me with wonder, for all that is
But I took careful aim and I made no sound
For no reason I can think of now
Oh this empty thing I’ve done
Everywhere I go, I feel you there
There are some great tracks on Lamontagne's CD too. This is the title track, which I love. It's beautiful though somewhat haunting. It's written as something of a love letter. One of my other favorites off the CD is "Devil's in the Jukebox"
"God Willin' & the Creek Don't Rise"
Ray Lamontagne
Caroline,
In the mountains the sun sets up in ribbons so high, it's like I don't ever wanna get old... don't ever wanna die. We been seein' steady rain, 'bout to drive us all insane, nearly lost a few head up in the pines. At night, when some of the boys get to talking up their girls back home, you know I tell 'em there ain't none as fine as mine. I can hear old Chapman sayin' come morning we'll break the range, be pushin' hard now for the plains.
I close my eyes and I can see you... I close my eyes and I can feel you here. God willin' an the creek don't rise, I'll be home again before this time next year. Though I fear this fever won't break...
-All my love
Friday, September 10, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Gaza Freedom March
25th May 2010
Over the new year 2009-2010, an international group of 1500 men and women from 42 nations went to Egypt to join a Freedom March to Gaza. They did this to protest the current blockade of Gaza. To protest the fact that the people of Gaza live in a virtual prison. To protest the fact that a year after the terror attack by Israeli armed forces destroyed most of their homes, hospitals, schools, and other public buildings, they have no possibility to rebuild because their borders are closed. The would be Freedom Marchers wanted to peacefully draw attention to the predicament of the Palestinian population of Gaza. The Egyptian government, (funded to the tune of $2.1 billion a year, by us, the US tax payers), would not allow the marchers to approach Gaza. How lame is that? And how predictable! I live in the USA and during this time Dec 25th 2009-Jan3rd 2010 I saw no reference to Gaza or the Freedom March or the multi national protesters gathered there. Anyway I was moved, in the circumstances, to record a new version of " We shall overcome". It seems appropriate.
Roger Waters
Source
Over the new year 2009-2010, an international group of 1500 men and women from 42 nations went to Egypt to join a Freedom March to Gaza. They did this to protest the current blockade of Gaza. To protest the fact that the people of Gaza live in a virtual prison. To protest the fact that a year after the terror attack by Israeli armed forces destroyed most of their homes, hospitals, schools, and other public buildings, they have no possibility to rebuild because their borders are closed. The would be Freedom Marchers wanted to peacefully draw attention to the predicament of the Palestinian population of Gaza. The Egyptian government, (funded to the tune of $2.1 billion a year, by us, the US tax payers), would not allow the marchers to approach Gaza. How lame is that? And how predictable! I live in the USA and during this time Dec 25th 2009-Jan3rd 2010 I saw no reference to Gaza or the Freedom March or the multi national protesters gathered there. Anyway I was moved, in the circumstances, to record a new version of " We shall overcome". It seems appropriate.
Roger Waters
Source
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
A Saint Of Me
A great tune by The Stones
"Saint Of Me"
Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah
Augustin knew temptation
He loved women, wine and song
And all the special pleasures
Of doing something wrong
I said yeah
I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
And could you stand the torture
And could you stand the pain
Could you put your faith in Jesus
When you're burning in the flames
And I do believe in miracles
And I want to save my soul
And I know that I'm a sinner
I'm gonna die here in the cold
I said yes, I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
John the Baptist was a martyr
But he stirred up Herod's hate
And Salome got her wish
To have him served up on a plate
I said yes
I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
I thought I saw an angel cry
You'll never make a saint of me
You'll never make a saint of me
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