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Maya
I am
Being
breathing
observing
loving
experiencing
expanding
dreaming
awakening
fascinated by it all
Who I'd like to meet:
Osho, Gary Larson, Ed Norton, Neitzchie, Mary Magdeline, Carl Jung, Mother Theresa, Tolkien, Nabokov.....creative, loving, easy, unique, stylie, open heart-mind beautiful kind beings
Tantric sessions
I am a sacred sexual healer, metaphysician and lifeways coach, here to guide you on your journey of expansion and individuation. I work lovingly with couples, men, women and teens.
See my site: www.thegoddessmaya.com
Love
"Love has a hem to her garment that reaches to the very dust. It sweeps the stains from the street and lanes and because it can, it must."
~~~Mother Teresa
Tolerance
"The temporary appearance of happiness and distress, and their disappearance over time, are like the comng and going of winter and summer seasons. They arise from sense perception and one must learn to tolerate them without being disturbed."
Matra-sparsas tu kaunteya
sitosna-sukha-dukhadah
agamapayino'nityas
tams titiksasva bharata
The Bhagavad Gita
Chapter 2, Verse 14
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch
near the fire the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda
Dancing
"I would beleive only in a god who could dance"
Nietzche