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November 2009 
Is your body like your home, or vice versa?
Goddess2day
.....Seriously. If my body is my home, I'd spend more time in it. I'd never wander off into the past, the future and other wild, wild worlds. So!!! Even though it may appear as if I dwell in this body all the time, I don't.
Well, okay, if you want me to categorize it, sure, I'll be your guest. And nothing is wrong with wanting to put things in a box and label away. Just like the body, a whole thing with many parts, liver, kidney, spleen, pee-pee, similarly, this whole universe is me, with many parts....people, mountains, sea, skies, mud, pee-pee.
So!!! If my body is not my home, what is?
Ah. That's elementary my dear Watson, mere mathematics.
A little birdie once told me that my home is everywhere, so I believed him and now, yes, I can see it too. MY home is this divine universe and beyond it.
So now u're wanting to know what my body is called? Seriously, you can call yours what the heck you want to but me, my body is my sacred temple, a place where I go to worship me, me, me...
And yes, I enjoy keeping my temple beautiful, spotless and fragrant. It gives me gross pleasure to adorn it with flowers, bling and diva things. Ah, I love my temple and wished I could spend forever in it but sigh, you see, inside my temple is an invisible vessel called the mind... It's like a magic carpet that loves to whisk me away to whole new alladin kind of worlds.
....And u know what else?......I never tire of coming to my temple. Mmm. My temple gets the most pampering and only the best is reserved for it. I make daily health offerings to my temple. Anyone seeing me perform this kind of ritual would think a goddess dwell inside. Seriously, I think many live inside my temple....a whole universe of beings, trees and oceans and lotus ponds and psst, even a murderer of ants!!! (good thing the RCMP isn't yet aware that my temple is no more valuable than an ant's temple or my temple would be in a serious lock-up!!)
And now you're wanting to know what the heck am I?
Oh, baby...I thought u'd never ask.
I'd like to say that i am this universe, my temple, my body, this rock I am living under. I am me, I am you, I am everything, I am nothing...but the truth is i am just a skin cell of this universe.... .........................but hey, before u start feeling sad for non-essential me, let me hasten to tell you that inside this one tiny skin cell, a whole universe thrives.......
Savvy?
Well, duh, of course you do.........*rolls eyes* Hope u also noticed I didn't really answered the question, just blabbered all around it ;-)
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Your temple rocks Amy! (inside and out)
Love,
Hal
Oh, Hal! I have missed you. And thanks, what a lovely thing to say. My temple bows to you sweetly.
Hugs and kisses
Amy :)
I knew your entry on this would be a wild ride!
I LOVE how you talk crazy (blabber) around it without answering anything…too funny…I love you! joy*
lol, my darling Star bringer, how lovely to see u. It sure makes my day to hear u love my crazy blabber. And I love u too.
You're blabbering held my attention long enough to finish reading to the end, so I'd say it had to be pretty interesting to do that!
~ ~ ~ ^v^ ~ ~ ~ (butterfly hugs)
Ah, thanks for your sweet butterfly hugs, Gem and for making me smile non-stop while reading your lovely words. Love u loads…
Well said my friend well said
do you ever answer the question? :):) mega hugs~
Thank you, J.M, my wonderful new friend.
Nic, Ms Adventurer, questions are so obsessed with answers, eh? So isn't it about time someone lead them up garden paths and into unknown lands? Wow. What an adventure…to let questions explore their own answers. Lol. And mega hugs.
My goodness golly! Is it possible to read one of your blogs without side-splitting laughter? You have the bestest temple in the Universe, you skin cell, you!! Isn't blathering hoots of fun? Couldn't you just blather all day? I LOVE how you turn everything upside down and look under rocks and then propel out to venus and back to the murder of ants. You are one AWESOME GODDESS. P.S. I am wanting to be YOU right now. Hey, in this world of Oneness, it might even already be!!
…and is it possible, my gorl, to read your lovely comments without smiling broadly? And here I am, nodding my head…yep. uh huh. blathering is loads of fun. lol, and how about that, me wanting to be KATHY right now, floating above clouds and all that fun stuff you're experiencing…….so yes, I see too, in this world of Oneness, it prolly already is.
And hey, K. I found the following quote and immediately thought of you. Hope you like it too. Here it is :-
“To live in the world without becoming aware of the meaning of the world is like wandering about in a great library without touching the books.”
~The secret teachings of All Ages~
And all you goddesses know just how to embody the meaning of the world! deep bows…*****
Kathy I cracked up when I read your entry…*
And deep bows to you too, o bringer of sweet words, our Star Goddess, the one who also embodies the true meaning of the world.
To wander in a great library without TOUCHING the books?? Oh no, it could not happen, could it? Big smile!! Maybe our biggest challenge sometimes is that we want to be everybody but don't realize we already are. (Of course, when you write a book, you REALIZE you are all the characters, right? Right? Or you could say you are none of the characters, too. Yikes. Forget words. Forget 'em all. I am not touching any of those library books for at least…two minutes…) LOL, lady!
lol. I don't know about u, Kathy darling, but I can't resist touching those books….not even for a nano-second especially if they are books about other fantastic worlds. *Amy pauses to pile more books unto one arm*
Uh huh, agree…with that bit…our biggest challenge not knowning we are already the whole dang universe….
Another uh huh… you got it, Kathy. Yep, writing a book makes one realizes so many thing…that one is a creator and that one can put her essence in all her characters or none at all.
Smiling like sunshine now. Thanks, Kathy dearest for coming to chat and play. I love u 2 much.
Amy :)
Ooooo BOOKS! How I love leafing through books, new books, old books, books I have read and love to revisit certain pages again and again, new books so excited reading the content page, the list of secret chapters wondering if I'll be so lucky as to find that special poem somewhere between the middle?
And some books are so open, others the binding so stiff from lack of touch and the memory of being closed is so great, that when you open them they threaten to close you within their pages like a pressed flower. And it's so easy to forget when you've lingered within the pages of a good book that it's just on loan to you for a little while, perhaps a season and I never forget a good story! And sheesh what am I talking about?
You're talking about your body/temple while I'm wondering around with coke bottle glasses looking at rare books!
Smiles
So here I am in this huge library, my arms loaded with books when I spot an engrossed Doug excitedly leafing through a book as if looking for that special poem somwhere between the middle. Then he cast it aside and pulls out another book totally unaware I am standing right next to him, my books trying to escape from my arms.
“Found it!” Doug says suddenly. “This one's a keeper!!”
“Boo.” I say right in his ear and he jumps.
“Amy!” He exclaimed. “Let me help u carry those.”
“Thanks, Doug.” I smile. “U're a keeper.”
“Huh?” He looks puzzled, still thinking about that special poem he just found I supposed.
“Books are like friends.” I explain. “And u're a special one.”
“Ah.” Realization dawns in Doug's eyes.
I smile some more. “Now, lets go have some Morning Coffee before we catch the midnight train home.”
Sunshine Smiles :))
How about I read to you on the train?
Well for a little while anyway I can be your reader K?
A little Neruda perhaps?
” Love Sonnet XI
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
”
Oh, where was I again? Ah, yes, so after we had some morning coffee in the wee hours of the night, Doug helped me carry my books and we board the train… (Okay, you guys and gals above are in the train too…) ah, yes, we are all here in this not too packed train and me, I am listening to Music of the Night….and I have not even finished listening to the first verse…
“Night-time sharpens and
heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences …”
…when Doug begins to read a Pablo Neruda in a soft, low, mesmerizing voice.
Ah. So sweet. And me, I totally forgot to tug off my earphone before I spoke……so to everyone except moi, I was practically shouting. lol.
I was like, “Omg!!! A Neruda?? For me, Doug??? Awesome!!! How totally cool!!!!” And I went on and on until Doug says, “Shhh Amy.” And I looked around to find the whole damn train staring at me with an expression that clearly said…”Get a room.”
Lol. Lol.
Hugs all around…and thanks, Doug for coming to play and making me laugh like a five year old child once again….