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Aimless Doublestar

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    If you want to change the world- love a woman - really love her.
    Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn't make sense.
    Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.
    Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing-
    every winged one, every furry and scaled one,
    every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one,
    every not yet born and dying one -
    Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.
    If you haven't heard your own name yet, you haven't listened long enough.
    If your eyes aren't filled with tears, if you aren't bowing at her feet,
    you haven't ever grieved having almost lost her.

    If you want to change the world - love a woman - one woman
    beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason,
    beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety
    and all your superficial concepts of freedom.
    We have given ourselves so many choices
    we have forgotten that true liberation
    comes from standing in the middle of the souls fire
    and burning through our resistance to Love.
    There is only one Goddess.
    Look into Her eyes and see-really see
    if she is the one to bring the axe to your head.
    If not, walk away. Right now.
    Don't waste time trying.
    Know that your decision has nothing to do with her
    because ultimately it's not with who,
    but when we choose to surrender.

    If you want to change the world - love a woman.
    Love her for life-beyond your fear of death,
    beyond your fear of being manipulated
    by the Mother inside your head.
    Don't tell her you're willing to die for her.
    Say you're willing to LIVE with her,
    plant trees with her and watch them grow.
    Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty,
    by helping her to remember every day that she IS a Goddess
    through your adoration and devotion.

    If you want to change the world - love a woman
    in all her faces, through all her seasons
    and she will heal you of your schizophrenia-
    your double-mindedness and half-heartednes
    which keeps your Spirit and body separate-
    which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self
    for something to make your life worth living.
    There will always be another woman.
    Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one
    and you'll grow restless again, trading in women like cars,
    trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.
    Man doesn't need any more choices.
    What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine,
    of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing,
    of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots
    strong enough to hold the Earth together
    while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.

    If you want to change the world - love a woman, just one woman .
    Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
    Love her through her fear of abandonment
    which she has been holding for all of humanity.
    No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
    No, she is not weak in her co-dependance.

    If you want to change the world - love a woman
    all the way through
    until she believes you,
    until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,
    her wildness have returned to her-
    until she is a force of love more powerful
    than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.

    If you want to change the world,
    lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
    Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
    and love a woman -
    beyond all of your striving for greatness,
    beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.
    The holy grail stands before you
    if you would only take her in your arms
    and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.

    What if peace is a dream which can only be remembered
    through the heart of Woman?
    What if a mans love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine
    is the key to opening Her heart?

    If you want to change the world - love a woman
    to the depths of your shadow,
    to the highest reaches of your Being,
    back to the Garden where you first met her,
    to the gateway of the rainbow realm
    where you walk through together as Light as One,
    to the point of no return,
    to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.

    - Author Unkown













    The silence of thunder, the darkness of lightening,
    Her mystery, her intrigue , so very inviting.
    Before you, she looks in your eyes silver-blue,
    Searching and seeking to find all that's true.
    She knows in a second, with only a glance -
    because she will leave nothing to chance..
    Her fingers slowly caress your jaw
    along it's strong outline, She sighs ......
    her rythmic breathing slows ... ...
    her body pressing up against yours so fine.
    Every inch of both bodies awakes a birth new,
    this is us ... this is me ... this is you.



















    She delved in the corners, searched the blue sky,
    dug holes in the dirt, and surveyed the air
    but there was no magic in sparkling display
    to draw from within her innate fantasy.

    She remembers it well for she made it all up
    from wishes and needs and amazing dreams
    then buried it deep but not deep enough.

    Fantasy dies by the will of the mind
    and it's the exchange of energy
    that makes the minds awesome magic
    dead and dreary, miserable, spent,
    unable to ever again fantasize you
    into being undeniably real!

















    Back and forth in love with you...
    Don't wanna fall in and out anymore....
    Like a swing set going back and forth..
    that's not what the heart is for..
    It isn't for loving and leaving. .
    it isn't for childish games,
    it isn't to pluck like your guitar strings..
    It's for someone to love and things.
    I don't need a swing set.. not now not ever...
    setting on my heart.










    I love you without knowing how,
    or when, or from where.
    I love you simply,
    without problems or pride:
    I love you in this way because
    I do not know any other way
    of loving but this,
    in which there is no I or you,
    so intimate that your hand
    upon my chest is my hand,
    so intimate that when
    I fall asleep your eyes close

    - Pablo Neruda










    Crying only a little bit is no use.

    You must cry until your pillow is soaked.

    Then you can get up and laugh. . .







    Love is like a gentle breeze
    softly kissing your face flowing into your soul...
    without time or space It lingers like the aroma of lilac
    in the springtime and speaks of sunsets at the twilight.
    Love is strong like the currents of a river
    consuming the mind...the heart...the spirit
    Creating a rainbow through the sunlight
    shining so brightly... giving much delight.
    Love is comforting like the whispers
    of a lover soothing the body... flowing over...
    it covers Giving warmth to the core...
    so deep within a touch..a feeling...
    that will never end.
    Love is a joining of two people...
    as one uniting all things...the bonding is done
    A sharing of dreams...a lifetime together
    living the moments...always and forever.













    I dreamed you were a poem,
    a poem I wanted to show someone ...
    and I laugh and fall dreaming again
    of the desire to show you to everyone I love,
    to move openly together
    in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,
    which carries the feathered grass a long way down
    through the upbreathing air.














    The Lake of Uncertainty.

    I watch myself standing on the shore
    my bare feet bleeding but I feel no agony
    Numbness dulls my senses
    questions fall into the mud unanswered
    Noticing the complete absence of motion and time
    standing there naked unmasked defenseless

    The Lady of the Lake appears
    promises heaven and hell
    casting myself down before her beauty
    my lips taste the mud of corruption
    she whispers sweet nothings in my ears
    she convinces me I am the One
    the masses need only proof
    remove the sword from the stone
    show them all the undeniable truth
    staring at the water

    A mirror stares back, the lady is gone
    Standing a desolate blood-covered thing
    I walk forward to my baptism
    there is no sword
    there is no stone
    there is only the truth
    I am not the messiah
    I am not even a king.









    Whoops!

    Once again, I'm not ready yet...




















    Love and chocolate...the two go hand in hand don't they?