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Spiritual Path:
searcher. comforter. empath. lover. medium.

Interests:
how to ground myself, and have it work. how to give and recieve communication more clearly. inner peace.

Creating:
i want to meld with my higher self. i want to be a source of love and a safe haven for those in my life.

Awakening:
In a way I've always been open.....just misguided. I have felt newly awakened as of 2007.

Status:	Married
Hometown:	davis, ca
Star Sign:	cancer
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...life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans......

i am a woman. i am a soul lost in emotion, in intensity, and in searching. i am a mother and strive deserve the title. i am intense and yearning, reaching and receiving and waiting for more. i am open, and ready to listen.....and my name is Sarah.

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Tracy Rising

6 June 2008 - 12:13pm

I live in KCMO, I am very much interseted in hooking up, idealy localy, possibly Omaha, St. Louis, Springfield or may be Des Moines. I also like the idea of getting on vent.
I have been cosidering going to this, free registration:
- www.rocktribe.org/tribal2008.htm - Please read my blurb here: - www.lightworkers.org/node/21759#comment-59490 -

May your light and love shine brightly, silencespeaks.
Sending Light & Love from KCMO,
"the middle of america" Tracy Rising

kokomoincognito

28 April 2008 - 5:16pm

Hello, silencespeaks

My eye is on the sparrow…as a friend not a feast! All Nature sings and ‘round me brings the music of the Spheres. With warm compassionate love, kokomoincognito

kokomoincognito

27 April 2008 - 4:54pm

kokomoincognito

27 April 2008 - 1:01pm

Good morning silencespeaks, feel cherished…because you are! …smile for you and me! Thank you….Namaste

I love everyone…kokomoincognito

kokomoincognito

26 April 2008 - 1:00pm

Black shadows fall
From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;

And from the realms
Of the shadowy elms
A tide-like darkness overwhelms
The fields that round us lie.

But the night is fair,
And everywhere
A warm, soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near;

And above, in the light
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.

I hear the beat
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.

I hear the cry
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.

Oh, say not so!
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight and woe
Come not from wings of birds.

They are the throngs
Of the poet's songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,
The sound of winged words.

This is the cry
Of souls, that high
On toiling, beating pinions, fly,
Seeking a warmer clime.

From their distant flight
Through realms of light
It falls into our world of night,
With the murmuring sound of rhyme.
~~

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love and Light, kokomoincognito

kokomoincognito

25 April 2008 - 10:12pm

Tears Poem

Tears, idle tears,
Stop!
Tears, soulful tears,
Start!
Tears, helpless tears,
Continue!
Tears, determined tears,
Reach!
~

Before I accepted
The life of aspiration,
My tears were the tears
Of real sorrow.
Now that I have accepted
The life of aspiration,
My tears are not tears of sorrow
But tears of real joy.
~

I like the tears
That flow from the depth
Of my helpless despair.
I love the tears
That flow from the depth
Of my dawning aspiration.
I adore the tears
That flow from the depth
Of my Liberation-sea.

By: Sri Chinmoy

kokomoincognito

20 April 2008 - 10:45pm

Your face is like the clouds,
when the sun is left to dry more than
just the years.
Your tears are needed.
Just as the clouds' are to the Earth.
Your soul is like the air.
understood to be there,
but needed by the many whose lives depend on it.
Why torment yourself to hurt and sorrow,
when you've already been torn apart,
torn until you can no longer feel the pain or your heart. "He that soweth in tears shall doubtless come again rejoicing,bringing his sheaves with him. ”Cry now and smile later when the sun is left to dry more than just the years.

kokomoincognito

18 April 2008 - 11:17pm

Have a magical, spiritual and joy filled Weekend, Sweet Sarah, Love and Light kokomoincognito

kokomoincognito

18 April 2008 - 8:02am

The day began and ended with a song of the Red Breasted Robin...oh, the first day and the last one too! What a beautiful song sung for you, silencespeaks, with Love and Light kokomoincognito

kokomoincognito

17 April 2008 - 3:13pm

Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.

Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.

Every profound new movement makes a great swing also backwards to some older, half forgotten way of consciousness.

the magnificent here and now of life in the flesh is ours, and ours alone, and ours only for a time; but, love and light are eternal and for all souls of all time and sapce.

Quotes by D.H. Lawrence shared by white buffalo

kokomoincognito

13 April 2008 - 12:57pm

Humming-Bird
by D.H. Lawrence

I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.

Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.

I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.

Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.

We look at him through the wrong end of the telescope of Time,
Luckily for us.

Within My Garden, rides a Bird

by Emily Dickinson

Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel --
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill --

He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose --
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,

Till every spice is tasted --
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres --
And I rejoin my Dog,

And He and I, perplex us,
If positive, 'twere we --
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity --

But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye --
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!

With much Love and Light on this Sunday of Hummin’ Birds….kokomoincognito

kokomoincognito

7 April 2008 - 3:05pm

Doing the AngelBird’s Dance in the Sky’s Light

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