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The Call

I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.

Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.

But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep.
There's no safety in that!

Remember what you are and let this knowing
take you home to the Beloved with every breath.

Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowing
colour the shape of your humanness.

There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.

There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.

You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.

How much longer can you live like this?
Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying.
Give it up!

Let yourself be one of the God-mad,
faithful only to the Beauty you are.

Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close,
dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.

Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being.
When it finds you, give your life to it. Don't be tight-lipped and stingy.

Spend yourself completely on the saying.
Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Call, Harper Collins, 2003
 
impressive said:
The Call

I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.

Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.

But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep.
There's no safety in that!

Remember what you are and let this knowing
take you home to the Beloved with every breath.

Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowing
colour the shape of your humanness.

There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.

There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.

You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.

How much longer can you live like this?
Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying.
Give it up!

Let yourself be one of the God-mad,
faithful only to the Beauty you are.

Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close,
dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.

Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being.
When it finds you, give your life to it. Don't be tight-lipped and stingy.

Spend yourself completely on the saying.
Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Call, Harper Collins, 2003
wow :rose:
 
impressive said:
The Call

I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.

Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.

But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep.
There's no safety in that!

Remember what you are and let this knowing
take you home to the Beloved with every breath.

Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowing
colour the shape of your humanness.

There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.

There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.

You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.

How much longer can you live like this?
Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying.
Give it up!

Let yourself be one of the God-mad,
faithful only to the Beauty you are.

Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close,
dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.

Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being.
When it finds you, give your life to it. Don't be tight-lipped and stingy.

Spend yourself completely on the saying.
Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Call, Harper Collins, 2003
That about covers my mood today. Thank you for that. It was very beautiful.
 
Why, why, why, why, WHY.....?


Just once this year I would like to mow the lawn WITHOUT any drama. :confused:
 
Misty_Morning said:
Why, why, why, why, WHY.....?


Just once this year I would like to mow the lawn WITHOUT any drama. :confused:
you have no idea how amusing it was to me. :D
 
femininity said:
what did u kill this time? :eek:
ANother concrete ring around a sprinkler head, killing the lawnmower blade even more, fucked up the gas trimmer so I can't get the head off to put more string on, cutting my pinkie finger on the blade that cuts the string on the trimmer when I got disgusted and slammed it to the ground, broke a bottle on the driveway while using the blower toblow the clippings off of the driveway and sidewalk (Ithought the bottle was too heavy to be affected by the blower)..........you get the gist....not a good day.
 
Misty_Morning said:
ANother concrete ring around a sprinkler head, killing the lawnmower blade even more, fucked up the gas trimmer so I can't get the head off to put more string on, cutting my pinkie finger on the blade that cuts the string on the trimmer when I got disgusted and slammed it to the ground, broke a bottle on the driveway while using the blower toblow the clippings off of the driveway and sidewalk (Ithought the bottle was too heavy to be affected by the blower)..........you get the gist....not a good day.

Come inside, i have my face mask on, a glass of ice tea and a plaster.

if you shower that muck off first, i'll run us a bath :kiss: :devil:
 
Misty_Morning said:
ANother concrete ring around a sprinkler head, killing the lawnmower blade even more, fucked up the gas trimmer so I can't get the head off to put more string on, cutting my pinkie finger on the blade that cuts the string on the trimmer when I got disgusted and slammed it to the ground, broke a bottle on the driveway while using the blower toblow the clippings off of the driveway and sidewalk (Ithought the bottle was too heavy to be affected by the blower)..........you get the gist....not a good day.
whens your birthday??

we're all pulling together to get you gardening service *nods*
 
It's hot, hot, bloody hot again. Yesterday morning we had rain, but you'd never guess--now it's just hot and what we got was just enough to give the weeds a jump-start. Feh.
 
femininity said:
whens your birthday??

we're all pulling together to get you gardening service *nods*
*noddles* Me thinks she needs at least 3 months of someone else doing her yard :)
 
for any one htat posts on the boards here, does anyone read the stories on lit. or just the srp's on the boards.


Any way I love cock!
 
Chantilyvamp said:
*noddles* Me thinks she needs at least 3 months of someone else doing her yard :)

lol...we have this agreement that the only way i can do the garden is in a complete bio suit or an astronaut suit. That or she has to do it and i lock myself in the office, she isnt allowed anywhere near me till she is pollen free. So im out lol. :D
 
Fallenfromgrace said:
lol...we have this agreement that the only way i can do the garden is in a complete bio suit or an astronaut suit. That or she has to do it and i lock myself in the office, she isnt allowed anywhere near me till she is pollen free. So im out lol. :D
Ooh...diving suit!
 
People say they want communication and honesty. But then when you try to do it, they don't want to hear it...
 
There are days when seemingly normal, intelligent, cognizant people drive me nucking futs.

Today is such a day.

:mad:
 
McKenna said:
Ooooh! An EL cuddle! That almost makes me smile. Almost. ( :) )


*snuggle, snuggle, snuggle*


*grins* I bet if I threw in some chocolate I'd get a smile ;)

*snuggles*
 
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