Barbara Haniuk:  

The most beautiful thought Is the fact that I, I have always loved you Even before I knew what those words meant I knew that I loved you and that I was loved by you Without knowing your name, where you were from Or whether you were happy or perhaps sad at times I so deeply loved you, infinitely I dreamt in the sound of your voice And bathed in the color of your love I sought solace in the thought That you were somewhere out there doing the same as I was Like how at night I would often close my eyes And lay on my back with my hands outstretched to the heavens above It was there that I felt as though I could feel your hands in mine Our fingers interlocked with only time and space between us And I would watch as our arms would spin In small circles through the cosmos As if hand in hand we broke through the barriers Of what lies free from our understanding Maybe it's naive of me to think that a love like this could exist But I suppose what other option is there? I was built to believe in the impossible And my imagination is incapable of anything less than Every cell and fiber of my body understands this to be true That on the other side of me, there exists and always has existed, you The most beautiful thought Is that maybe each and every heartbreak endured Was merely a bridge to one another Or that perhaps the love I had found behind the eyes Of the strangers I had met along my path Were but reminders that I was one step closer to you My love, how I have yearned for you And the way in which I see you and feel you This pulsating beat trapped underneath my ribs It beats for you and you alone Is that not proof revealing itself? I don't suppose I will ever know the answer And I'm content in my role as an architect Of answerless questions There's beauty in that truth And oh, the beauty of belief The fabric on which love stands The most beautiful thought Is that you exist, that you The equal to me in every way exists And that no other shall see me the way you see me And no other shall see you the way I see you This is the most beautiful thought Without knowing your name, where you are from Or whether you are happy or perhaps sad at this very moment I so deeply love you and I am so deeply loved by you, infinitely That is the most beautiful thought by: Forest Blakk "They didn't expect so many warrior spirits. They didn’t expect us to stand together. They didn’t expect us to walk from our careers, to leave our shoes behind. They didn’t expect us to boycott our old ways of living. They didn’t think we would give up our social activities. They didn’t expect us to do without restaurants, sports, or concerts. They didn’t expect us to find new and better things to do. They didn’t expect the free thinkers to be so resilient. They didn’t expect our souls to be so filled with passion and strength. They didn’t expect our intuition to be so tuned in. They didn’t expect the fire within us to put all of hell to shame. “They tried to bury us, they didn’t know we were seeds.” or was it us all along? "author unknown" When You Come Back to Me Again Song by Garth Brooks There's a ship out on the ocean at the mercy of the sea It's been tossed about, lost and broken wandering aimlessly And God somehow you know that ship is me 'Cause, there's a lighthouse, in a harbor shining faithfully, Pouring its life out across the water, for this sinking soul in the sea That someone out there still believes in me On a prayer, in a song, I hear your voice, and it keeps me hanging on Oh, raining down, against the wind, I'm reaching out, 'Til we reach the circle's end when you come back to me again There's a moment, that we all come to, in our own time, in our space For all that we've done, we can undo if our heart are in the right place On a prayer, in a song, I hear your voice, and it keeps me hanging on Oh, raining down, against the wind, I'm reaching out, 'Til we reach the circle's end when you come back to me again And again I see my yesterdays in front of me, unfolding like a mystery, Your changing all that is and used to be On a prayer, in a song, I hear your voice, and it keeps me hanging on Oh, raining down, against the wind, I'm reaching out, 'Til we reach the circle's end when you come back to me again When you come back to me again I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high and life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I prayed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hopes apart And they turn your dreams to shame And still I dream he'd come to me That we would live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream, I dreamed Sacred Wild Woman Medicine · The deep woman channels pure source energy. The deep woman has come here to change the structure of existing forms. The deep woman has come to bring the earth back to a conscious awareness of creative and spiritual power called feminine light. The deep woman is a force of natural radiance that cannot be stopped. The deep woman has moved beyond craving material and external fixes for security or fulfillment. The deep woman has found, over countless years of breathing open, that she has been invited by Life to dig into the depths of existence. The deep woman has to confront, meet and face what presents as illusion on this earth plane. She has to learn to leave the mind-space and return to her body. She has to keep going deeper, deeper and deeper into her sacred core until the purity is restored there. She has to pull out all the old magic that has been forgotten and disused. She has to walk a path of stones before she comes to her fresh garden. She has to remind her beleaguered heart that the wisdom lies in her body, her feelings and her never-ending, flowing cycles of energy. She has to rise above her weariness again, and again, and again. She has to persevere, remain, stay alive even when she wants to leave. She has to keep going. Every day, every hour, every breath. She has to keep breathing because her deep nature tells her that the earth needs her breath in order to keep turning. Her breath informs her that she is connected to angels, to radiant ones, to illumined ones, to ascended ones, and to the Great Goddess. The deep woman reaches a point in her journey when she must clear out on a very profound level. She must refuse to collude with the sleeping masses, the TV and media-drugged, emotionally-blocked and hardened, ego-led world. She takes herself away from the superficial, the material, the external forms of fake, glittering nourishment. She strips herself of outer accouterments and gets down to the bare bones. She begins to live with the wolves, the moon, the trees, the soil, the ocean, and the stars again. She takes up residence in her inner temples, tends to them lovingly, is captivated by their Light, and promises fervently to never again leave herself. The deep woman finds herself regularly immersed in silence, as this is her eternal home. The deep woman discovers an aching desire for unguarded intimacy with all life. The deep woman seeks out only truth, because she IS truth at it's very essence. The deep woman rarely speaks out in haste, and eschews gossip. She has cultivated a richly-textured spiritual awareness and presence. She chooses words and ways of communicating extremely carefully, as she knows that to be deeply authentic is the greatest gift a woman can give. The deep woman carves out a wide space for herself on this planet now. She nestl...Expand for more