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- lovlea1 is a woman in a relationship from Los Angeles, California, USA.
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I am an Aussie, living in Hollywood, who loves to travel and is very passionate. My recent trips include Australia, India, Fiji and Hawaii. I want to go to New Zealand next.
I work as a Feng Shui consultant and Instructor. I am also a professional healer, Theta Healing teacher and Oneness Facilitator (deeksha giver).
I am health conscious and live my life accordingly while still having fun.
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A poem from my friend Jack Weber. I gave his site a thumbs up but it doesn't have all his best work for some reason. I'll post them here from time to time.
STINKY FREEDOM
Seeking freedom, easily makes prisoners to wayfaring,
Missing out on the richness and comforts of attachment,
Incapable of choosing permanence or the repose of non-hoarding.
Seeking detachment facilitates becoming stale white crackers,
Unquenched by lust’s juices, the soulful sojourns into pain
And true changes that could result from staying with the program
Of being with all that is pretty and ugly, wonderful, and horror-filled.
Seeking fearlessness we too quickly turn into the iron bars of fear itself,
Afraid of retreating into the cozy lairs of our hearts
Where the tender purpose of our being we could find
Etched into the inner surface of our bones and marrow,
Where pure humility and fear’s wisdom also reside.
Then compassion, the always noble effort!
But too often the too sweet frosting on a rotting cake—
The stink eventually comes through!
Finally, the great spiritual goal of non-judgment
Which too often leaves us self-righteously judging
Those we find judgmental.
Essence, depth, wholeness, passion, belonging, repose,
Where the hell are you then? Should I not seek you?
But how not to seek without seeking out non-seeking?!
The tree does not run or hide from the tempest of its world
Yet in a secret moment, for all we know,
May plunge all its might into its feet to survive.
And stripped of leaves, with its trunk broken open,
Is even more a marvel to the passer-by
And greater home to the owl, ants and possum.
In one fierce instant to last a while
Could you not finally drop into your conditioned essence
And let yourself be changed by the spontaneous wisdom
That being, seeing, and looking into experience, your own body
And the problems of creation—even if only your reaction to it—shows you,
Glimpsing the great work of what it takes to travel the back road of letting
Fear and fearlessness, judgment and non-judgment, attachment and non-attachment,
And all your notions of freedom dispel your notions of them?
What path would help you arrive? What final, reliable mind
Can strategize the route?
For, once on the road, don't these word-concepts
Also become not what you thought they were to begin with?
Perhaps then, the gate could finally appear, and open
By standing in the doorway, over and over again?
Seeking out one-sided purity breeds hatred, fear, judgment and resentful detachment
From the crippled world that needs our impure participation!
What impulse drives seeking to begin with? The superficial movement away from pain...
Into the prison of suffering? Does this not lock the door you haven’t even yet seen?!
Could there be another way then, worth the while of living,
Amongst the hoards of stinky freedoms and fools?
Copyright2007 Jack Adam Weber
poetichealing.com [poetichealing.com]
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