Human Trinity Blog

Yesterday I was clever,
so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise,
so I am changing myself

~Rumi

Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.
If not, leave this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.
You set out to find God,
but then you keep stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.

The sun is Love.
The Lover, a speck circling the sun.
A Spring wind moves
to dance any branch that isn’t dead.

Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom
and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness.

I have lived on the lip of insanity,
wanting to know the reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I’ve been knocking from the inside!

Dance, when you are broken open.
Dance, when you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded.
Someone sober will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.

I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.

When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.

You that came to birth and bring the mysteries,
your voice-thunder makes us very happy.
Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open.

“Out beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there”

~Rumi

Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.
If not, leave this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.
You set out to find God,
but then you keep stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.

The sun is Love.
The Lover, a speck circling the sun.
A Spring wind moves
to dance any branch that isn’t dead.

Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom
and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness.

I have lived on the lip of insanity,
wanting to know the reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I’ve been knocking from the inside!

Dance, when you are broken open.
Dance, when you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded.
Someone sober will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.

I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.

When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.

You that came to birth and bring the mysteries,
your voice-thunder makes us very happy.
Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open.

“Out beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there”

~Rumi

Uncountable heart strings, tying us to each other, to the earth and the universe. We are as intertwined as a raindrop in the ocean. Be good to each other, we are all connected in love.

Love to all,
-Deb

Last night I lived in the dreamworld.

I opened my eyes and found myself on a couch. My head and back were resting on the arm of the couch and my feet were resting in the center. On the other side was a man, similarly positioned. I recognized him immediately as my other half and the home as my home in the dreamworld. I have seen him many times, but only while dreaming and once during a past life regression, but I have felt his presence my whole life.

I knew immediately that I was dreaming and began to anchor myself to ensure that the dream remained lucid. He seemed drowsy and I realized he believed he was dreaming.

I called to him and tried to let him know I was really there, but he responded as a dreaming person would. He finally saw and reached to hold me, slowly, lethargically and only with great focus. Again I tried to bring him to lucidity and this time he did. He blinked his eyes several times and became aware. He started crying and told me that he thought I had died. I started crying and told him I wanted to stay in the dreamworld, it was where I belonged, that it was my true world, I had missed him so much. We held each other and talked and loved.

Later in the day he said he knew someone that could help and he took my hand and we went to an old woman’s house. She invited us into her living room and said that she could help us, she could keep me in that reality. Even though it was difficult, she knew how and had done it several times. She said that all she needed was a conduit, another person from that plane to hold my spirit while she transitioned me over.

She called a young woman in from another room and asked her to lie on the floor. There was a device under a glass dome that had a silver handle extending from it. She handed that silver handle to the woman who would be the conduit and told me to lie down on the floor next to her. She said I needed to be still, keep my body from moving around so that my full spirit could easily find my new body. I heard her turn the device on, some electrical crackling and smelled burning and then I heard someone say, “It is shorting out!” and I immediately was fully awake in my bed here.

Today I am a little disoriented and missing my dreamworld.

When we become hollow bones
there is no limit to what the Higher Powers
can do in and through us in spiritual things.

~Frank Fools Crow (Lakota)

When we become hollow bones
there is no limit to what the Higher Powers
can do in and through us in spiritual things.

~Frank Fools Crow (Lakota)

I will not die and unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling, or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days
to allow my living to open me
to make me less afraid, more accessible
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance
to live,
so that which came to me as seed
goes on to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

~Dawna Markova

I will not die and unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling, or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days
to allow my living to open me
to make me less afraid, more accessible
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance
to live,
so that which came to me as seed
goes on to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

~Dawna Markova

Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.

~Pueblo Blessing