The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone

Thursday, December 10, 2020

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Coming Out Of A Coma REPOST and Post # 1111 on my blog. Appropriate for this crazy year, no????

Coming Out Of A Coma

The Island That Was My Heart

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The Island That Was My Heart

He stood there on the island that was my heart

The place that no one visited or occupied

Surrounded by the dreams we'd shared,

The love we'd floated on like so many clouds,

The heaven we had found in the midst of hell.

I saw him, but just for a moment

His face shining in the mirror of moonlight

With a smile on the face that had always been smile-less

Until his eyes caught mine in the crowds of this life

And lit up like the summer sun after a rain.

He stood there on the island in the midst of the ocean

That had formed from the continual falling of tears

He looked momentarily lost, forlorn and bewildered

And my empty arms longed to hold him,

And never deem to let go.

But I dared not reach those arms to that form

For I knew it was a shadow and not the man

Knew it would dissolve into vapor and mist

Like the love we'd shared as we'd danced in the rain,

Lain on the grass and trembled with awe.

How we had loved in those purple hued nights!

Those rose tinted days when the world lay at our feet

And birds sang the melodies pouring out of our hearts

Like they were their songs, their wordless concertos

Gifted to us in the tasting of bliss.

How we had grieved when the gold of the day

Ebbed to the permanence of a blue black midnight

And all of the wonder of the world turned to woe

As the love passed like clouds in a violent wind

That came out of nowhere and left as it came.

Breathless, I stood alone in the circling crowd

Rushing and reaching but touching me not

They stared at me warily, recognizing heart break

Some with compassion, some with disdain

And all of the sunshine turned into rain.

Retreating, I ran and ran in the torrents,

Not knowing the reasons, I could not comprehend

Flame became ice sculptures carved by love's knife,

Melting with my tears until they formed the sea

And my heart became the island where no footprint had been.

And alone, I existed in a comfort-less fashion

Not daring to love, not caring to live

Life passed me by as I faded to shadow,

Picking up sea shells

In the shape of my soul.

I never saw him, I received no word

No message came for me, no letter was sent

Days turned to weeks,

Weeks passing to months

And the only voice that I heard was the voice of my want.

And then one night he appeared in the ethereal moonlight

Hallucination or vision, apparition or dream

I could not quite determine,

I could not quite surmise

But my love stood there smiling with love in his eyes

My island illumined by the love in his eyes............

12/10/2020

2:15 a.m.

Wednesday, December 9, 2020

𝙊𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮...
"Man goes from one woman to another, goes on changing. People think he is a great lover; he is not a lover at all. He is avoiding, he is trying to avoid any deep involvement because with deep involvement problems have to be faced, and much pain has to be gone through. So one simply plays safe; one makes it a point never to go too deeply into somebody.

If you go too deep you may not be able to come back easily. And if you go deeply into somebody, somebody else will go deeply into you also; it is always proportionate. If I go very deep in you the only way is to allow you also to go that deep in me. It is a give and take, it is a sharing. Then one may get entangled too much, and it will be difficult to escape and the pain may be much. So people learn how to play safe: just let surfaces meet — hit-and-run love affairs. Before you are caught, run.

This is what is happening in the modern world. People have become so juvenile, so childish; they are losing all maturity.
Maturity comes only when you are ready to face the pain of your being; maturity comes only when you are ready to take the challenge. And there is no greater challenge than love."~

~Osho ❤