Archive for January, 2010

Desire and Pleasure

Posted in Articles on 01/24/2010 01:52 pm by Shazia

Desire is the energy and passion towards that which we imagine will make us feel good.

Pleasure is the spontaneous response to that which reminds us, connects us, and binds us to something greater than us.

It is therefore entirely possible to have pleasure without desire.
And desire without pleasure.
The fulfillment of a desire is not the definition of pleasure.
Pleasure happens in the absence of willfulness

Pleasure is in the appreciation of Creation – its details, possibilities, expansiveness…

I desire pleasure deep within my soul
I desire meaning to make sense of it all
I desire growth, change and evolution
That which is in me that fails to see Perfection
That is my demon, my monster, my darkness

Be gentle with your monster
For it knows not the Truth
Be courageous and fight him even when he breathes fire
Show him that you trust even though you doubt
And surrender all matters to That which Prevails.

Desire and Pleasure

Circle of Life II: A necessary violence

Posted in Articles on 01/03/2010 07:20 pm by Shazia

I hear not the words you speak, they are dulled by the voices in my mind.

I see the image blurred before me, filtered through the lens of my own blinded eyes.

My taste is bitter with the poison I drank when you told me I was no good.

This gray angry storm cloud that shadows and breathes is the past which haunts me today.

I think I saw you yesterday, was that you pointing your finger?

I think I heard you speak in hushed tones, that you intended to brush me away.

I wonder if I am imperfect, perhaps I am naive – I doubt, I steal and I lie.

I feel so small, so weak, and so meek – and shatter at the slightest rebuke.

So give me my armor, give me my sword, I will battle and I will shield.

For if I don’t protect me, who will? I say – the world buries those who stand still.

Eventually crushed by body or might for obstructing the Natural Way.

It’s a necessary violence that pushes me down, and shatters my will to go on.

I stand no equal, no worthy opponent, but a tiny mortal whose opinions were big.

It’s not my will by which the world turns, no matter how loud I scream.

For my suffering has no gravitational pull other than that of tears.

The affairs of the Universe are not mine at all, that business is not my concern.

I am here, I am whole, and I am nothing and I am all, I am That which flows through my veins.

So I bow my head and pay heed to Now, to Here, to where I stand.

I slowly open my eyes again once again and the storm disappears and fades.

I am borne of this moment, by this moment.  It is the moment that brings me to Life.

Who am I right here? Right now? For You… What do I choose to become?

And in that there is nothing if not Abundance, for possibility is infinite.