I believe in sensitive and kind men.
I believe in the mystical men who believe in themselves.
I believe in men who seek temperance and peace inside them.
I believe in men poets, dreamers, magicians, writers, alchemists, artists, teachers, and angels.
I believe in men who like to dance and sing and make life a celebration.
I believe in men who embrace their wounded inner child, listen to him and embrace him true.
I believe in men who want to heal and help others to heal.
I believe in men who refuse to be slaves to their own wound and that despite the pain, they clean it and heal it patiently, with love and courage.
I believe in men who come from the stars and remember the power of their wings, the power of their hands and the power of their heart.
I believe in men who know of intuition and use it as their compass.
I believe in men who share freedom because they are free and do not know another way to live.
I believe in the men protective of women’s energy, who know how to read the look of their beloved and who do not intend to change it, simply accompany it wisely on their flight.
I believe in full men who don’t need anything from outside because they already know that everything has it inside.
I believe in men who make fire when they are cold, that take refuge in water when they are thirsty.
I believe in men with truthful eyes, they see themselves, and that’s why they love and respect every creature that exists on earth.
I believe in men, perfectly imperfect, because in that imperfection is where they also find their beauty.
I believe in sensitive men who know how to receive and give love in balance, who listen and who also speak, those who live and let them live.
I believe in men who live sexuality as sacred, because they know that it is a wonderful gift.
I believe in men with clear feelings, which are accessible.
I believe in men who walk barefoot and speak to the plants.
I believe in the tender and wild men at the same time.
I believe in the sacred male, and in all the divinity they have stood.
Poem by Rishima 🌹 for: Sacred Masculine
It isn’t just those we see who hide behind the mask, or our self for that matter. We are told to “test the spirits”.
Question: if spirit rarely states their name, does this mean we lose our identity once we transition? Or is our identity coalesced with every previous identity we’ve ever experienced, therefore, nullifying, or making insignificant any name we’ve previously held? If the unseen do give a name, is it being used to manipulate, to hook the emotion and drag the energy here and there? Or is the intention pure?
Perhaps our “essence” becomes our life signature instead of a name when we cross the veil.
Darkness of Day, my love.
Make it go away, my love.
The view of the rising sun, so beautiful, my love.
Sit with me my love, let us see, my love.
And each day hereafter, my love, let there be peace.
In every exchange, we are either taking from someone’s ‘cup’ or we add to it. I have a relation who always took from the cup, and always replaced it with that which is not good … guilt trips and manipulations. My cup became empty except for these things which goodness was replaced with. I became ill, physically, mentally ill. Since I know this is how it will remain (after 50 years this is a given) I was forced to sever the relation giving and receiving, I had to learn to protect my ‘cup’ from this one, and others.
When we take and take, never giving anything worthwhile in return, the cup we’ve been accustomed to taking from will become depleted. The cup holder will have no choice but to sever relation in order to replenish their now empty, or suffering, cup.
Every taking must be balanced with a giving, and what is given must be healthy and nourishing in order to keep the reciprocity going in a healthy, balanced matter. Fights happen, relationships break up, all due to the lack of balanced reciprocation.
I do not know why some in this world spend time taking from others cups without putting anything good back in. Perhaps they are so depleted they have nothing to give, or perhaps they have no desire to keep balance, only to possess that which they see as good.
This goes for ALL relations, physical, and those which are of spirit. If any of it leaves one depleted, then it is not good for us. We cannot force someone to be better balance makers, for only when they have been utterly depleted will they know the value of the gift.
Protect your ‘cup’, the sacred goblet which houses your spirit and soul. Your sacred ‘chalice’, the mind and body and every thing it holds (Emotion, Energy).
Life’s experiences will teach us much should we choose to see the lesson and act upon it.
A Yurok Tribe resolution allows cases to be brought on behalf of the Klamath River as a person in tribal court.
Why shouldn’t Nature get personhood?
Corporations do …
… and this is what they do …
Today I gathered with family to bring life back to a sacred site. We gave the earth its freedom from overgrown clover and other weeds.
The work was awesome, and as I put my hands in the earths fertile soil it took from me so much tension! The earth is still with me even after my shower (under nails). 😊 I suppose I should find my file and get that outta there for work in the office tomorrow.
The men sat at the drum and sang songs with the women of prayer, to bless the land at this particular site. The prayers were heard, and the people were seen.
Currently, I’m sitting here in total relaxation, warm, and at peace. Incredibly blessed am I. It never occurred to me that some day I would be involved with such beautiful people … all inclusive, loving, sharing and caring. I am truly grateful. 🙏🏻❤️😊
We are not flying solo in this world, and this journey is not ours alone either. When we gather in celebration of all life, of our soul family, and all those we come in contact with (including the elements and the unseen), these beautiful connections are shared, and felt.
The ripple we send goes out, touching everything in its path and brings harmony, or otherwise. When it returns to us, and it always does, it will be amplified. It is the Universal Law of Causation.
When we love fully, the negative simply falls away. It will rear its head, buck and struggle to survive, but it will become less toxic over time … when the prayers of the people go up daily, as often as feels necessary.
Before I even open my eyes in the morning, my connection is made. And it is beautiful. This is the moment in time to choose what type of day it will be. Vowing to live our highest and greatest life is a choice, a choice we must make every moment, in every day, should we wish peace for our heart, and for the hearts of those we share this world with.
Thank you Creator, for sending such beauty to my life, and my experience.
Of course my eyes will leak occasionally, after all, I AM Water.
At times, these leaks may even be accompanied by emotion, for I AM Spirit Energy.
I AM also Earth.
The Wind Resides in Me.
I AM Fire. The electrical impulses between nerve and muscle fire on each other, synapses of the brain are constantly creating new neural pathways, should we allow it.
YOU are these things as well, ALL things, plus a very special piece called SOUL. See you, the way Creator sees you.