to surrender to the beauty in everything around me
let me catch beauty in every corner and sideways glance

stun me
breathless beauty
fully faced and focus
sleeping on the edges
and leaping over oceans

still me
basking beauty
mighty and marvelous
dancing on the fractals
and diving into cells

to surrender to the beauty on every inner thought
let me be owned by beauty from every matter to oversoul

vulnerability

regardless of apparent danger

to be soft, lovable, vulnerable

in the face of annhalation, and even because that annhalation seems immanent

for me

that is greatness and that is the greatest strength a human can practice...

evolution

I learned from what they gave me
and I move closer to the strengths of loving support

that big smile and knowing ~ this is a -new- day ~ breathing it in

new day

i love new days

I have begun with mornings
to create the new days that I enjoy

how can we look on a sun rise and not be inspired to colour our lives with joy?

seeing the sun peep over the horizon ~ blazing ~ a burning desire
as the sky smiles ~ finally the guest of honour graces us

new day

we grace each new day ~ as we choose ~

I choose loving supportive mornings
mornings are golden

a place in the heart

ready to see through
illusions

ready to walk from
habits

ready to feel past
pain

a place in the heart

opening to love

honest authentic communication of love

in the darkest hour of my heart, it was nature that spoke to me
and lead the way to light and love

there is nothing to pretend and everything to enjoy

nature

you are god

Finally I think worked this one out. My responsibility is me, my words, my thoughts, my actions, my reactions, my presence of mind... me

I am also going to say my daughters too, though the responsibility with them is also about being responsible for me...

Letting my past and futures to lay out on the horizon and loving myself enough to let that horizon be far away and open.

Letting all the people around to be responsible for themselves too... that was tough, I thought i could hold on to being responsible for them. It feels scary and yet very en-lightning to relinquish responsibility of others and keep it for myself.

Helps me to breathe
helps me to feel light hearted
and helps me to be present

xx azyh

like a mist that floats and gathers
shaping patterns of sparks
that ark in crystals
across time

thousand wide eyes in every cell
open at once
and the vibration ripples
a dew drop free from a flower petal

it tumbles a dance with the air
slipping faster then
a skip to
wash the feet of ants

their steady drum
gives the earth comfort
deep in her core
an echo of a lullaby

the stars and moon

brilliant pin points of magic dust
embracing the earth

oh moon, capture my heart
wash us all blue and silver
shimmering, like you

how else can we look and see our sameness
and our oneness at the same time?

stars and moon

when i place my trust in the universe, I know it will all work out

I know it, because it has.

the world is bigger then me
and i have no idea what is best

so i breathe
i choose not to fight
and smile as the universe pulls me some where new

I let the universe deal with it. The universe knows what to do, I just just get pulled along for the ride.

Learning to sit back and enjoy it :)

water

the wisdom of water consoles my very soul to nature...

to flow, steam, freeze
to remember, cleanse, carry

to pull and dance
fall and float

to ebb and go where none may follow

water I turn to
now and always

my expectations are high
the gravity of my judgment has pulled them from my hands
and the winds of change make them fly

the hold I have on them is stronger then time on sands
and the pull breaks me down to cry
my expectations are high

and nothing will bring them down

peace, please
peace

every piece of me wills it so

my expectations are high

when i breathe in and taste the air that roamed across the desert and oceans and forests

when i close my eyes and send out my appreciation for every human touched thing in my life... thank you for touching this... thank you for making this... thank you for your hard work... thank you

when i open my eyes and see my daughters happy to share their lives with me, happy to allow me the honour of watching them grow and learn and teach and heal

when i breathe out all i know of life and love, out to all that is. Sharing me, every part of me, every thought, every joy, every understanding, every venerability

when i reach out and embrace our oneness, celebrate our uniqueness and honour our diversity simply by remembering our sameness

wow

what makes something old and something new?

are they not equally delicious?

is it the time they have spent in the hands of man?
like a new dug up crystal... that's new? or is old? because it had been growing for so many years?

diamonds in a necklace... the metal and gems all been cooking in the earth a long long time... yet we look in the shop window and say "that's new"... but if that diamond necklace had been worn by other people and has an antique lable and the master jewel smith is long dead and no longer creating pieces, we say "oh that's old"

created by human and never worn ~ that's new
touched by humans and handed down ~ that's old

see all we need to do to stay young is to never let other humans wear us out...

what am I drawn to...

god i love it all, new old, old new

give me the story of the metal and gems cooking in the earth and the master jewel smith creating his pieces and the shiny shop window and lovers that buy it and dancing and wearing out of it... then the new love for the old worn out pieces...

give it all to me, draw it all in !

xx azyh

I see the meeting of spirit as it over layers our world folding time and being present with future and past together in one space.

I see the spirits of future and past see me. I am frozen in a mutual understanding of the sacredness of now.

I see the playfulness of spirit and the joy

the colours weaving through us and I hear the song of it

I see the journey and dance of light beyond the colours in the dark of night.

I see divine soul in every eye. I seek it out. Meet me in this now divine, come lets play...

I see the threads of our connection all twisted and knotted and I play with brushes to comb the knots free.

I see peace.

it lays quiet on the breathe and sometimes it even sings
the taste of it is sweet and sends me home