DEBBIE NAGIOFF SPIRIT LEVEL MEDIA - Soul Poetry and other writings
DEBBIE NAGIOFF SPIRIT LEVEL MEDIA - Connecting..........
 
Soul Poetry and other writings
 
 
And in that moment
 
by Debbie Nagioff
 
Just for a moment he shakes her hand.
Just for a moment she catches his eye
Just for a moment he glimpses her soul
Just for a moment they transcend time.
 
© Debbie Nagioff 2011
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Invitation - what Oriah Mountain Dreamer has to say...
 
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 longing.
 
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
 
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
 
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
is true.
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 is not pretty
every day.
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 at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."
 
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 be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
 
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
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 empty moments.
 
 
 
Death Is Nothing At All

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way that you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval,somewhere very near, just round the corner.

All is well.

-- Henry Scott Holland
 
 
 
 
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Deep Tibetan meditation music
Ambient music for deep contemplation. Images from Google.Artist: Gregor TheelenSong: Shamanic Tree of WorldsAlbum: Journey to Tibet
 
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