Saturday, December 27, 2008
photo copyright Maranda Pleasant 2007
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for your dream,
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
to be realistic,
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be
true to yourself,
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not
betray your own soul;
if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty,
even when it's not pretty,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to
the silver of the full
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how
much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up,
after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the
fire with me and not
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you
I want to know what sustains you,
from the inside,
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep in the
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
My dance group, Tribal Moon, now has a new montage clip on youtube.com from our performance 12/13/08 at the Palmer Auditorium. We had the largest attendance for any performance during the 12 day Holiday Art Festival keepaustinbizarre.com. We'll be opening at least twice at SXSW. Type Tribal Moon or Maranda Pleasant in the search box on youtube. YAY! Thank for all of you who attended.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.
It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.
Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.
One had to take some action against fear when once it laid hold of one.
Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.
The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.
The only journey is the one within.
The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.
All by Rainer Maria Rilke
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Our Changing Identity
Who you think you are is changing. Currently, you have an identity, a series of words you call your name, as well as a string of experiences you identify with. So when someone asks you who you are, you introduce yourself - most often using the name your parents thought up - and then you tell your story, based on the things that have happened to you while you've been here on Earth.
Now, however, all that is expanding as the Great Shift of the ages approaches. A memory, faint at first, of who you are beyond this Earthly existence is beginning to reveal itself. Up to this point you have identified with your body, but now you are starting to see that you are more than that. You are realizing that you are the Being inside your body who thinks and feels and senses intuitively. You are the invisible Essence encased within your skin who has inhabited countless bodies, traversed countless worlds, taken on countless identities. You have wandered deserts and dimensions, lost yourself in forests and faraway places, created situations and scenarios that appeared hopeless beyond all understanding.
And yet, here you are, lost again in time and space, but beginning to find yourself; asleep again in a violent, uncaring realm, but beginning to awaken to who you truly are: a Spirit aglow with love and light, expanding, becoming more, breaking free from your physical containment and stepping forth, fully conscious, in the midst of an unconscious world. It is all part of an organic, natural process that is unfolding, and with each passing day, each of us is letting go of old, encumbered, enslaved parts of ourself and remembering who we are in eternity.
An eternal new you is emerging and expanding now, and it is this expansiveness that you have long been waiting for.
Tony Burroughs, Payson, AZ, 12/05/08
The world you live in is splitting apart.
The old selfish ways are collapsing
and at the same time
the new spiritual ways are emerging,
heralding a better life for all.
From The Code: Ten Intentions for a Better World
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Started talking and the line went dead
Never heard a single word you said
Babe I said I'd give my right arm,
Every day that I decide on
Baby baby you're the world to me
My head is roaring like a waterfall
Give me everything or not at all
You don't have to turn the sound up
Babe I want you from the ground up
Currently remembering that he's one of the most amazing singer/songwriters/poets of our time.