Imaginal Journal
Imagination is Medicine
Being Your Own a Best Friend with Carissa Karner
Incredibly proud of one of my own very dear best friend’s Tedx Talk on the art of befriending one’s Self.
Rumi on Goodbyes
“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”
Nobody-but-yourself
“A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.
This may sound easy. It isn’t.
A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking.
Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”
-ee cummings
Yes and Hallelujah with Raina Manuel Paris
God is a Black Woman Writer by Raïna Manuel-Paris
God is a black woman writer
her name is Maya
Toni and Angela
God is a black woman writer
Alice Walker
sister outsider
God is a wild woman writer
Oh Oh Oh what a numinous power
God is a wild woman writer
‘Cause Pale and Male is not forever
And you got to know Mirabai and Sylvia,
And you got to know Emily and Djuna
And you got to say YES and Halleluiah (x2)
And god is a wild dancer
A winter night shape shifter
A new born cosmic dreamer
‘Cause your mother needs a prayer
And anything DEAD coming back to life hurts
Because never having your own life hurts
And you got to love your flesh
You got to love your flesh
And you got to love your hands
‘Cause they won’t
You know they won’t
They would rather cut off your hands
And tear out your heart if they can
And sew up your lips
Sew up your lips
And keep you silent
Yes keep you silent
But you were not born to be a slave
No! No! No! Not a slave
To history or family
Bigotry, or Patriarchy,
No! You were not born to be a slave
And you got to say YES, and Halleluiah (x2)
And the way forward is with a broken heart
All the way down to the wet ground of the heart
Because it’s all about love
It’s always been about love
Your inside eyes, you must trust
Before it all turns to dust
They show you a new vision
Your genius-heart-life-mission
Dancing like a maenad,
And praying like a nomad
Gathering all the storms
‘Cause you’ve never had a home
And there is no time to rewind
The trap of your embattled mind
Because it’s never been about making sense
No, it’s never been about making sense
It’s always been about making Self
O yes, it’s always been about making Self
God is a wild woman writer
And your broken broken broken heart is the healer
And you got to say YES and Halleluiah (x2)
Source: Soul Crush