The Cloud within my feet

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I stood on top a cloud today
Dipped my toes
And heard the murmurings
Of a thousand oceans
The tides that had drawn
And changed beneath
Feet like mine
That declared
Only one world of water
But could exist
I dipped deeper
That I would never
Truly know
In this mortal form
How many oceans
Or seas there had been before
And would be again
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A Kiss from the Universe

not long ago,
I received a kiss,
from the Universe.
It came as a whisper,
and a nudge,
and I like to believe,
an affirmation,
of the faith,
I have breathed through,
whether Jesus, Mother Mary,
the Universal Father and Mother,
the Buddha,
whomever and whatever,
collects the tenancy of our souls,
for safekeeping,
the wishes in our hearts.

I received,
a tap on the shoulder,
a reminder,
to write,
to share,
and to welcome,
others in that circle.

Thank you.

You know who you are.

Independent Voices Wanted!

Surface Earth

We are taking SurfaceEarth into a new direction – one we hope will develop into something more expansive and more inclusive at the same time.

In keeping with the rules of our friends here at WordPress, this new direction necessitates we relocate this blog to our new hosting partners at WebYea. We thank our WordPress friends for their support and especially for their help in our move. Our new site is a work-in-progress, but please do let us know what you think. As always, your comments are very much appreciated!

On the new Surface Earth, we hope to cultivate opinions from everyday non-professionals and avant garde journalists across the surface of the earth. Voices not typically found in the mainstream media are especially encouraged to contribute their views on our new site, and by doing so, expand what it means for us all to be an informed citizen of the Earth. Ideally, this will develop into an on-going collaboration and an opportunity for those contributing original thought and opinion to build and enhance their own voice or brand name.

Surface Earth . . . Namaste

Shattered Glass

I am the glass shattered
On a clear
Winter day
Appearing as ice
On an otherwise
Unbroken surface

I am the dove
Holding her sound
The weight
Of the gray sky

I am the mountain
Beneath the sun
Holding the tendrils
Of winter
To not unleash
My power
Upon the plains

I am the air
You breath
Whether or not
You call me

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United Blogging to Stop Abuse

Come along the RubyShooz train.

RubyShooz has enlightened me, and now you, as to our opportunity to join together and blog on September 27, 2007 to STOP ABUSE.

We all know abuse is insidious and comes in so many forms, I dare anyone to put it in a box, except to say:

if it looks like…

smells like…

sounds like…


chances are it is.

So come along, join together, how can we use our minds, our hearts and our words to STOP ABUSE?

Genies & the magic carpet ride

Seeing is Believing, Believing is Seeing sent me on a magic carpet ride, with not one, but two genies.

Genie King

Genie Princess

Now, I was intrigued and decided to take her up on it….Genies found here.

I’m supposed to put up the symbols, I have opted to do so in this post rather than on the side, I’m uncertain if that negates the Genies’ ability to grant my wish but because we like Sibbia’s blog, we decided to give this a try and according to the rules, tag five others to go for a ride and make their wish come true:




Jessica Torrant & her Art blogspot

Mystery of Iniquity

I imagine some of you will be spitting nails at me for tagging you, I’m not much of a chain person myself, but hey, I had to give you a shot at wish fulfillment!

***Start Copying Here***


1. Write a short paragraph about your visit by the two Genies and include a link to the blog that passed on the Genie Symbol to you.
2. COPY the Rules and ENTIRE List below and post it on your blog.
3. List down your wish.
4. Place your name below the last name on the list and pass on the Genie Symbol to at least 5 other bloggers.
5. Please put up either one (or both) of the Symbols of the Genies on your blog to show that the Genies have visited your blog. See Jesse’s site for the Codes to the Genie images.

The Genie King, the Genie Princess and their trusty Genie Buddy have visited:

Mariuca would like to wish for success and fame.
Adrian would like to wish for good health and happiness.
Emila would like to wish for happiness and success.

MPG would like to wish for love and peace.
Bobby would like to wish for the powers of Superman and immortality.
Jean would like to wish for stress-free work environment and happiness.
Jesse would like a great isp and a Yummy box of chocolates.

Rolando would like everyone’s hearts desire to come true.
SpeedCat Hollydale would like a pet acorn monkey named “Monkee”.
Jay would like to wish for 10k visitors and readers per day.
Spiff, The Spaceman would like a billion US Dollars! (Am I being too greedy here?)

Trinity would like to wish good health for Jan’s brother and Yah and Wan and success.
Joezul would like to wish for all to get their wish come true.
Sam would like to wish for a happy & simple life and happiness to everyone.

Mighty Morgan would like to wish for love, laughter, sunshine and blue skies all in a single day for EVERYONE!!!

Sibbia would like to wish that Anne keeps her house and that she (and anyone else who finds themselves in need) is guided to the proper channels for the Universe to pour abundance and prosperity in her (or his) life.

S.E.: abundance, peace, health and prosperity for all

Welcome aboard the Magical Flying Carpet for the Ride of your Life!


***End Copying Here***

Writing & Blogging

We are all writers here, we all sit before our screens and compose words onto these pages, not knowing who may come across the pages.

I have met and encountered fellow bloggers here who take great care in how their words will be received.

I can almost see them there, fingers hovering above the keyboard, the pause filtering the mind, wondering, how will this be received?  How will it impact?

I bow my head to all of you who put such words on this virtual paper, caring what those words will do to us.

Namaste my friend, I greet you

How do I meet you, where you want to be met?

How do I speak to you as you want to be spoken to?

How do I hear you as you want to be heard?

Do I need to anticipate your words and thoughts, before I put my own on the page?

I am struck, today as many days, by who will be our next statistics.

Reading the news, I realize, you are removed from me. Are you the heart, the soul, the courage I call to with these words?

Are you who I write to without knowing as I read stories or hear stories in and on the news, more “numbers”, more “statistics”, God forgive me, you are removed from me.

Because today I am ok.

Today I am here, in a country I love, in a place where I am adored, in a world where the best of all dreams have manifested. To me the best of all dreams is what I inhabit, the love of a select few, so pure; yet, not without its moments of impatience. Within and around this world, I have food, a roof, electricity, I have the ability to pay bills. I have feet, legs that carry me to my car to start my day, I have a career, esteemed some would say, but that is not the pivotal signifigance, the pivotal signifigance is that I have and embody, at least to this day, the wherewithal to carry on.

Who would I be without it?

Where would I be?

And despite this awareness of fortune and luck, I read the news, devour the news, surf for different versions of the same story, wanting, panting over the search, the journey for the truth to figure out how it is any of us could treat each other as if we were not part of the “us”.

Can I see a mother in the news grieving, struggling despite the news to carry on, because really, what else is there to do?

I wonder at the ones we mark as misfits as this global world closes into itself, where will they go? Trapped where they are not wanted and don’t belong; yet, marked from exit? And suppose, just suppose, we are wrong in our adjustment of perception, so much so, that we brand the innocent guilty? Can we live with that?

I know, statistics can meter out that the price of a few innocent lives are worth it to capture the maybe guilty ones…but something deep within my heart cries out, screams and says, suppose, just suppose, it was you or I? or a beloved child that we knew, as well as we can know anything, who was and is good, what then?

I have never spent much time on the depth of literature or biblical studies, not that I don’t have degrees, learning or education, it is simply that my mind seemed to discard that which did not ring true with the collective human heart.

I don’t care. I simply don’t care what the Bible has to say, I think the truth for humanity lives within us and resonates so true and so pure from the most beautiful part of our hearts and souls, that truth of that nature is hard to disavow.

I think our society has succumbed, has bowed itself to the inevitability to evolution on an industrial and technological level. Really, I have no better choice, no better solution, I know not what a better world would be for us, I do know this, we are culpable, day after day, in the moment exiting sleep and upon awakening, that is the breath within which we embrace the best version of who we are and we shrug it off, most of us, and don a suit of clothes, to play charades for the better part of our days.

I do not have the one answer, the one path, the signs or the miracles that point the way.

Sometimes though, what doesn’t work, can point the way.

We spend so much time afraid of each other, who has what, who will do what, that we cannot live.

What would happen if 98 percent of the world chose differently? Chose to have a voice and use that voice and live in whatever best version of the Divine we could embody?

Is it really so far fetched?

Isn’t that truly part of what we search for, this life cycle of questions and answers?

Can’t we just accept there are many things we do not know, but despite that, acknowledge there are things we can agree upon to honor each other?

Confronting Ourselves: Where the Wild Things Are

I sat here, for a blessed moment or two, doing nothing but seeing.

I saw that despite my attempts to clean up my shelves, a piece of paper had a mind of its own and somehow became lodged between one shelf and another, in a space which served to highlight it: A Novena to St. Jude.

Now I have always known St. Jude is powerful and clever, but this beats all, quite a funny way of reminding me I owe him a few prayers of gratitude.

I sat again, unwilling to pick up the novena prayer, not quite yet, this is my stillness and prayer to me is active in a way mere thought is not.

I had just stopped working on a memorandum, research, the pursuit of questions without quantifiable answers, but whose answers, when found exonerate or impose liability and to be frank, I was done, I was “still”.

So I continued to stare thinking about a series of email exchanges regarding how much is too much, when does thought and excavating the past liberate us and when does it encumber us?

My eye glanced to a lovely book, an older version: Little Pictures of Japan. And I was drawn to its cover and wanted to jump in and indulge myself in its ability to take the complex and make it simple but I didn’t.

I continued to sit and stare.

My mind became drawn to a book: Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak. One of my absolute favorites from childhood.

I stood up, I picked it up, walked back to my chair and sat down.

I love it just as much today: the child on a journey, confronting and meeting his fears, and regarding them unblinking.

Yes. It was the perfect ending to that line of thought if I had not just stepped outside afterward and for the second time today heard a long forgotten song playing from a neighbor’s home which propelled me to view myself remotely as a beautiful and pure child and to want to smother that child with kisses and thank her for her dreams, for her courage to believe, for her vision and to promise her, I would begin to take down the walls that stood in her path.

See Ronnie’s Out of My Head piece:  Where the Wild Things Were

Thought for the Day

“I can only be my own present vision of myself.”

It is a simple proposition to recognize that many of us spend time, either in the past or in anticipating the future, striving to be who we are not.

If we gave ourselves one task today, it could be to repeat to ourselves: I am my own present vision.

We can then avoid wasting our moments of today on issues of the past, as far as I know, there is no easy way to recover or change the past.

As for the future, contemplating it too deeply and with anxiety only wastes the gift of the moment, which is the only true time we can live within.