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How To Fly…

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Man In A Glass Box; photo by Toni Roberts

 

deconstruct the

current box in which you

livebreathe…and have your being…

release the stories you tell

about: yourselfyour lifeyour past

stories that confine…restrict

prevent you from taking flight

like the free spirit you came this way

to be

 

tear down the box you have built around yourself

that allows you to maintain the

illusion of safety within the confines of a

crazed and fear-filled mind

teeming with false beliefs and

wild imaginings…

release the tales of past events

you tell to all who will listen…

cease the righteous picking and re-picking of scabs from

wounds half-healed

ignore the box in which your neighbor is confined…

and the larger one within which

the world is encased

gaze not upon

the boxes of the Others

who so enrageinfuriate…irritate

as they infringe upon and restrict

the expansion of your own beloved box…

disturbing the bliss of infatuation with your

own story

still your mind

quiet your tongue

eliminate: I…my…me…mine

from your vocabulary…

thus you shall begin the dismantling of

the box that confines and restricts your being

preventing you from taking flight

like the free spirit you came this way

to be

Toni Roberts’ Artwork and Photography May Be Viewed & Purchased at:

http://www.cafepress.com/DaughtersofGaia

http://www.cafepress.com/orishatreasures

http://www.fineartamerica.com/art/all/toni+roberts/all

http://toniroberts.imagekind.com

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Bathing In The Healing Waters Of Gratitude…Of Thanksgiving…

healing waters...

healing waters…

bathing in the healing waters of Gratitude during these days of Thanksgiving…

deep in the dwelling place of Silence

listening…remembering…

love…family…clan…tribe…nation…planet…universe…multiverse…

I am here-now

everywhere existing

as intelligent vibrating energy…

a force in motion…

Life Itself

unfolding from the inside out

without rhyme or reason…

making no sense at all

to the rational mind…

The Silence speaks

in shifting sensations

within my heart and solar plexus

words felt in flutters

that rush up

as tears of release…

shape-shifting into joy peace

grateful commitment to

a Nameless Power

a Glorious Mystery

unfolding in through as

all that I am…

as all that there is

I move forward in life

in the spirit of cooperation and love

knowing that all that comes my way…

comes my way

simply to pass

and that every situation…

and everyone within my sphere of influence

is blessed and changed for the better…

and for that–I am most grateful…

Reflections On A Rainy Day…

reflections…

I am here to serve by being

I am part of an ongoing, ever-unfolding and expanding Creation

The more I quiet the intensity

of my human desires…

the more my will becomes one with the

Will of God

I owe God the proper upkeep of this body

and in order to do so

I must avail myself of every human means

until the body falls under the complete control of the Godhead

via

the indwelling Christ

at which time

the body is re-formed, re-newed and maintained

without interruption

I am here to serve as a

Woman-of-God...

Drumming in Marcus Garvey Park…

And yesterday…Saturday

after the gift of Friday with K. in Central Park

came the ecstasy of drumming in

Marcus Garvey Park

A Holy Circle of

modern-day santeros, babalawos, curanderas

women, men and children

who are called by

the Spirit of the Drum

Grandfather blessing my drum…

Gathering weekly to pay homage

to the Motherland: Africa

Lending body, mind and soul

as vehicles upon which the Orishas may ride…

Giving oneself up as intermediary

between the two worlds

vessels to be filled with the

Voice of Drum Spirit…

Holy Rhythms of Healing and Love

rippling out from the village of Harlem

in never ending circles…

through the city…

the nation…

the world…

A Day With K. In Central Park…

Am taking a day of quiet, solitude and contemplation. Reliving Friday. Spent the day in Central Park with my “sister-friend,” (to borrow V.’s phrase) K. I allowed her to lead me in a walk through the park to places I’d never been which turned out to be a metaphor for my current life lessons…

Central Park, NYC…secret tunnels leading to the unknown…

Like: the repetition of old behaviors is the root of every heartache and disappointment.

Central Park, NYC…off the beaten path…

Am realizing…

my whole life is my creation…

everyone, everything, every event and experience

is Self creating the lessons that “i ” am here to learn…

Self presenting me with mysteries that only “i” can solve…

My life is a Soul-inspired novela

peopled with characters who are mere reflections

of those aspects of  self that I would prefer to not see…

And those 3-D dramas that I find myself caught up in?

Simply denied fears, doubts and conflicts that

I am conveniently projecting outward…

onto the world

Central Park, NYC…hidden corners of paradise…

Central Park, NYC…light…dark…shadows…reflections upon the waters of emotion…

Central Park, NYC…Life keeps on keeping on even when finding Itself between a rock and hard place…

Central Park, NYC…even in entanglement…the pure beauty of nature shines through…

Central Park, NYC…at rest…

Thank you, my dear friend for an enlightening journey

through Central Park

to places

I’ve never been

On Becoming a Wise-Woman…

a view from my window altar…

Just sitting here at my window altar drinking in the beauty of this late summer afternoon. Thinking about what these times of personal adversity are teaching me. I am becoming a Wise-Woman…am being tempered by life.

Am learning that a Wise-Woman accepts what is and goes within for shelter…guidance…security…fulfillment. In the midst of pain and adversity, she remembers who she is and Whom she has come to serve.

She recognizes her dark nights of the soul and accepts them with peace and tranquility in her heart…knowing that this too has come to pass

contemplation…

A Wise-Woman depends upon her faith to see her through…regardless of how small and meager that faith may be.

She understands that solutions are not to be found in the madness of the external world but in the silence of her heart…

She knows that regardless of how difficult circumstances become, she must remain cheerful and upbeat…”laughing in the Devil‘s face.”

evening falls…

A Wise-Woman remembers that Her Holy Husband Which Art In Heaven…the Other Side of Who She Is …is more powerful than any danger in the  apparent world.

She knows that if she allows her spirit to be broken by life…she will surely die. And so adversity may bend her but she never breaks.

Through it all, the Wise-Woman maintains that inner Light…that tiny, mustard seed of faith…knowing that she shall rise again–reborn…renewed…reformed from the ashes of her dead self…and outmoded ways of being in the world

In times of adversity a Wise-Woman shuts her mouth and clings to her God

Reflections…

reflections...

I am the Yielding

K’unYin…water…

Receptive Darkness of Being

the Feminine Aspect of this

Holy Collaboration…

I obey…

I follow…

I open and receive the

LIGHT

light and dark...yang and yin...the holy marriage...

I release the whole fantasy of what it means to be a human on planet earth

I let go of the dream of human power

I release my illusions and delusions about reality

and turn over the reins of this life to

Whatever the Source is from Which

my being flows…

I surrender

And in this Holy Surrender

the sun blazes…

My life unfolds…effortlessly

Peace…joy…comfort and immediate answers

to mind-numbing

energy-depleting

challenges

make themselves apparent

magic...

The living of life becomes magical

no struggle…no fight…

no pushing against the forces of Creation

Resolutions unfold like the petals of a rose…

The solution is contained within the very same seed

that houses the obstacle…

Like the rose and its thorns…


Holy Voodoo...

Reality shifts…

Understanding and Clarity take hold…

the world you’ve been conditioned into believing real

the one in which the ego believes itself the source of  power

gives way to the Invisible Realm

to that elusive realm of Spirit…that place of Holy Voodoo…

And life becomes a reflection of

the Inner Fire

that brilliant ray of Inner Light and Love that is

Creation Itself…

And you begin to know yourself as a channel…

clear and  unsullied through which

Creationcreates

I’ve Found My Rhythm…

I’ve found my beat

One day out…

The next day in…

One day in the world with its

cares and tears…

The next day…

For me…

My body…my mind…my heart…my soul…

My healing

One hour out followed by one hour in…alone…

quiet…still…connected to

My Source of  being…

One moment out–the next in

One with Life…Self…God

out in out in out in out in out in out in...

Like my very breath…

I’ve found my rhythm

I’ve found my beat…

Finding One’s Way…

There's a fog upon the land...

 

Sometimes there’s a fog upon the land

and one cannot see one’s way

clearly…

Then an opening appears…

Getting through the fog...

 

 

And one can find one’s way through…

Finding safe passage...

 

Home free...

“Blizzard” of October 29, 2011–Bronx, NYC

storm-tossed trees

A view from my window of storm-tossed trees

fall-colored leaves barely visible

heavily-laden branches swaying

to the rhythm of an unexpected wild

winter wind

snow monsters

huge, tentacled monsters

crawl slowly along the

snow-whitened grass

overtaking the bench

where I sat

just yesterday

in a quiet

autumn

moment

my river

windswept and snow-covered

my river lies barely visible

its autumn clothing

now covered in

winter’s garb

if i were an artist

If I were an artist

this would be an

oil painting

of my river

on october 29, 2011

 if i were a prolific artist

this would be a second rendition!

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