Distinguished Tone

The angels were teasing you last night for your Distinguished Tone

The way you furrow your brow 

And get very austere 

How you say 'Yes, my dear'

When you want us to know that you are down in the sky for work 

So come here little darling and admit to us who you are 

It has been too long but our memory is strong 

And we remember quite clearly, dearie, exactly who you are 

Our silly sweetheart 

Who wants to Willy Nilly away his thyme on something Divine  

To play with our Goldspun hair and sing to us again how the melody goes..

In that special way

In that Very Distinguished tone.

~*~

7 Missed Calls

In the early Dawn of my remembering I dreamed you left me 7 missed phone calls 

So that I would wake up to this moment of love

and Know 

So-ham ~

I am That. 

Melt

Don't keep so cold, Beloved..

Or you will let the Little Light

The Sweet candle 

That I keep lit for you

Here at your altar 

Go out

Stay and melt a while, Beloved

Lean In and let go 

Of those old ideas you had 

About letting Love sit outside your door 

Singing your song

And wanting only 

To Give

~*~

I Am That

Yes, Divine Beloved, I am peaceful. Peaceful and blessed that you have given me my Mantra so I would wake up to this moment of love: The Dawn of my own Remembering. All that Striving once required to come up through karmic canal now purified by Holy Fire into sweet and devotional Surrender.. a dear and blissful bunny now, remembering and even Knowing that I am walking with The Friend.... The Most Beautiful One... Protected, safe, sanctified. Simply knowing and Being there in a bath of Truth, a balm of Trust. Golden Egg in hand and mind and compassionate heart.. a most Perfect heart carved out of suffering itself. And now Adhikara too, the Authority to speak of it, the Ownership to give it away... the Knowing How. All of those things, Beloved, I am all of all of those things. Because of you, I Am That. 

The Void

I met The Void once 

He was an interesting chap

He lured me from yoga

Beckoned come hither 

to his lap

He taught me things there 

that to this day

Angels would be hard pressed to say..

Exactly what he was or if he was at all

I might have made him up 

As he is nothing at all

He made me feel the deep sadness as I recall 

But it was in a very comforting way

I did not wish to go back there

To the void 

Three Kisses

Rumi knows what's up 

Dog is my Spirit Guide

Am I taking care of Dog?

Or is Dog taking care of me..?

Dog Only Knows it's the later..

We make fast friends and when we do it's a fantastic time.. We have a lot in common, Dog is my Shaman.. we stop to smell the flowers, could do this for hours.. We eat, we nap, we sunbathe, we play.. could easily do this all day. 

So we Figure it's a Fair Trade: 

I'll feed us, you get us going.. 

I'll open the door, you show us the Way.. <3

Night Wings

It is Sleeping Vishnu 

The God of rest 

I curled up small my head on his chest 

I caught his Dreams there and built a nest

And we dreamed the Good things 

Of Wings..

So I don't care now

Too much for your Nightmares there,

Darling ...

These days I have a taste for something New

Morning dew and the Rainbow glow

Vishnu only Knows 

What Monsters of the deep

Lie within your Dark and Lurking sleep..

..they Terrorize your mind.

My kind flies Free 

Has wings of the Dove 

and these days The Lark too

Hark, She carries an Arc

Sits on the Moon 

The room where Cupids arrow Flies

I shot you Down 

It sounded like Silence and felt like a Feather 

or a little fairy Flitting by..
Fine by me  

But Nothing left for you

..except maybe These two.

Soar back to the Angel's Nest 

on your Night Wings 

Dream there,

Darling ...

That's where I rest
in Wait for you

Come Over and See me Sometime

I'll Lie to you the way you Love 

Bind and wrap you, Little dove

and Pull you back Into my Peace.

~*~

Wings all my own / Full grown and 

Fly me to the moon, got my bird-song in tune.. 

One of these days you're gonna hear me sing.

The Power in Humility

It was about Humility.. The thing you wanted so bad that you would Beg for it. The thing that brought you to your Knees...... It held great power. There was no right answer to the question, it could have been anything.. this thing that you begged for. Begging like Praying.... It must have been something really Amazing. 

Yes maybe it was Love's True Kiss but then maybe something else was more powerful for you that day.

Whatever it was, though, it taught you about Humility. It reminded you that you are small. The great mystery there being that somehow in remembering our humility.. in practicing it willingly..... we can gain great power too.

The Compass

I have a compass pointing North to where you are 

Way far high and the Trees grow Tall 

I dreamed I spread my wings to a Flying V 

Destiny, faith, magnetism and All..

I have a Compass inside and it's pointing Up North 

I can smell the dew and the Evergreen Pine 

So I stretched my wings and followed your Call 

And I flew Up North to make you mine 

Way far High where the air is Thin 

I felt your face and touched your skin 

I Flocked to you through the headwind..

And Dreamed that's where our story begins

The Oldest Tale Ever Told

A deep and familiar silence fell over the land..

Wings flapping and a hush

Infant slumber and such

Soft to the touch 

All made of memories 

and enchantment 

and hope

and trust 

Confusion magic and torment all 

hanging there

suspended midair 

Little fairies now 

with their Frozen wings 

and such..

What was their rush?

It had all been said before 

thousands of lives ago 

recited to her cozily 

like the lines from a play

Purring and all

You might recall it was thousands of pages long..

And we all know how that story turned out.

Graceful hands and feet

Yes and that's how the story goes..

Stems for legs and petals for toes

Lakshmi the Goddess of Fortune knows 

How to dance on his feet

And kiss all his toes 

Boots to the side

And tear off his clothes 

Remembering just how the Lotus grows .. <3

After the Fireworks

And the wild heart kicks and screams like an exhausted child.. and the mind soothes her, a loving mother. Too much excitement at the fireworks tonight, she says.. and they meet in the middle all salt tears and sweet stories of white doves broken free from our chests their cage.. whispered quietly to one another to wash it all for sleep. See how they carry our dreams in their little beaks? Lavender twigs and the purple petals..  up to the heavens as an offering to our stars.

Sidewalk Poem

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain..

The sidewalk in Bangkok stays mainly in the middle of the street/air

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain..

The yogi in Bangkok stays mainly in the sidewalk when it suddenly stops going

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain..

The yogi in Bangkok stays mainly on the sidewalk when it drops into oblivion/pot holes

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.. 

The yogi in Bangkok stays on the sidewalk somehow even when it twists up and around thru crazy stairs/the mall

Or like when smoke-fire goes in your eye..

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain..

The yogi in Bangkok Holy Crap there are a lot of scooters here.

Ohm

Three days in Chiang Mai and wandering Lost.. illness, disorientation, discouragement the cost. Giving up on The Dream now and Thai yoga massage never seen.. certainly not.

Obstacles-distractions underway and at one point I'm told Teachers only tell True Medicine to the Thai.. you're welcome to train like a Tourist over that way, though..

And the Yoga Teacher in town, too! He is in a Trance to leave for Trekking tonight and Don't let the Door hit you on the way out.. Definitely Do-not.

But further Down the Rabbit hole I Happened upon a Side street of sorts with a Sunny little school. Therein lies a very special Sound..

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And if at once you were Lost now you are Found.

So, then.. this is the Happy Healing House. Sitting stacks of Curiosity-supply Abound and the tiny Thai lady too. Her smile to change your life.. certainly Do.. and her name to make you Round. Ohm.. The divine and Eternal sound.

Please Fall in <3

Padma and The Lotus

This is Padma

Named for her Flower-like posture 

Padmasana the Lovely Lotus seat..

She's been my girl a while now

Pretty Bindhi and a spire to Pierce the sky

An inward Gaze and the ability to Fly

I got her in Chinatown

But she is Thai

We like Crystals and flowers

We light insense and candles 

We set up intentions 

We offer up vibrations 

Could easily bust out spells and incantations..

But mostly we just notice things about the world. 

Transmigration

Here is a photo of me when I return from Thailand:

I will wear flowers in my hair and own at least 10 pairs of Thai fisherman pants. 

An email To Rikk, Chadd

Mar 30 (2 days ago)

Hi Chadd and Rikk,

I know my plans have been up in the air but it turns out that I am traveling to Thailand in April. :)) I am planning on doing a certification in the foundation of Thai Massage at the Thai Massage School of Thailand in Chiang Mai which is also in Thailand.

I am leaving like a stealth ninja in the night on April 3rd or 6th. I know it is short notice but I like to think of this as my teaching sabbatical. In fact here is the away message that I wrote for people who email me while I'm gone

Thanks for your email! I am on Psychical sabbatical followed by Cosmic safari and star surfing through June. I will respond to all messages upon my return. Dr. Elisa Valentine Swama PhD Sparkle Yogini Rockstar of the Universe ~*~

After my travels to the Orient, I plan on gypsy-scouting around for a while before continuing on to do work exchange and retreats in Mexico. So sadly yes it is true.. I will be out of the office through June.

Seriously though you guys: I have had an amazing year with you. Sorry for blasting my inappropriate gangsta music the whole time. It was just a phase I was going through.

I truly hope you will have me back when I return in July. Thank you for putting up with me and giving this sometimes Short-Bus Special girl a name and a place to feel nurtured. From the bottom of my heart, you guys are a Sparkle Yogini's home base. 

Love,
Elise <3

Maybe I will.