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Sunday, August 7, 2011

We Are No Longer Two

We are no longer two; We are One, Connected in the Heart of All. We no longer see eye to eye; We see with a single eye. We speak now with one voice; We act with a single resolve. Your disease becomes my own, and victory is easily ours. The rainbow of our Love takes in All, as toward the One we aim our heart arrows at the bullseye of love, harmony, and beauty. © 2006, Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

surely I will be with Thee again

Goodnight sweet starling. The rain begins its nightly fall. We sleep alone tonight, you and I. Great astral journeies, this night, I pray Thee, my Deep Love. The rain stops as quickly as it started, then, starts again. Surely, The Earthshan cries at our terrible aim: so wide, we miss the mark. The moon is hidden now, like the garment of my soul. Have no fear For surely I will be with Thee again. C. Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Allah's Scribe

I am only Allah's scribe, recording faithfully (to my ability) God's beautiful projects: the Love intentions toward us and our Earth-mother. I am blessed to record these revelations of and from The One I share this honor with all of consciousness, itself. I share the hope that one day soon we shall surely share our planet home in the equity of our Oneness. 2011, Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Healing Comes Easy

Healing comes easy when the heart desires it. Just now, it comes when faith in action thrives. Healing comes quickly to those who know helplessness when surrender is complete. Wholeness is our birthright; Claim it now! Who would walk this narrow way that leads to light and truth? It is not God who strikes us ill. It is our own held to resentments and woundings that unbraid the the cords of healing love. Now step boldly into the Light of heaven's path of well. Know that final victories belong to... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Righteous Indignation

When righteous indignation rears is powerful head, Right and Wrong become so black and white that I am blinded in a field of fears, lost in the forest of familiar lies. This too, is just a moment in a series of moments filled mostly with love and acceptance. So I surrender early, that righteous indignation may have its moment, triumphant in knowing wrong from right. I hold on to the raft of hope with all the strength of my tranquil heart. I am so sorry; I forgive this wounded me. © 2011... Sign in to see full entry.

God Bless This Mess

God, Bless this mess... 'cause I have no clue how to proceed. I surrender all, Dear Creator. If I am to act, direct me! If I am to sit at Your feet, I bow down. If 'crazy wisdom' is called for, I am so ready to be the fool. Truly, I wait on Thy Light; For I see again, just how blind I am. Breathng in and Breathing out.... I accept what is. © 2011 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Angels Rushed Through The Woods Today

The Angels Rushed Through The Woods Today The Angels rushed through the woods today. Or, Perhaps it was some wood sprites. The first band marched through, Murshida in the lead. The were followed, soon enough, by the playful Ones. They seemed to be racing for the tops of the trees. Going for the best view. This, I know is true: That all were heading for the open fields To watch another Sun falling behind the spinning earth. Sunset arrives, sweetly ending another day. Shams is reduced to silence... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 15, 2011


Hand Fasting In the modern age, there comes a time in the relationship of two in love when commitment begins yearning. All shyness aside,, it is that yearning which requires the public declaration of commitment's intention. Hands are called to express both giving and receiving. Deep calls to deep to deeper expression. I ask you, Beloved, bind your hand to mine and I to thine. Together, naked before All, we celebrate this finding Love. Before family, we express our lives voluntarily bound as hand... Sign in to see full entry.

Cat Shit

Cat Shit Concupiscence A Moral Dilemma Cats learn early To cover up their 'business'. Leaving humans to think Of more important matters Than cleaning up cat shit. But, the day inevitably arrives, When Miss Feline discovers Your houseplants. You need not be surprised That soil is more attractive Than granulated deodorant. Smell a sample of each For yourself. Soil is rich with life; The granules are sterile, perfumed, lifeless. Cats are not dumb: They are organic. Dedicated to renewing with fresh... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 27, 2011

I Spit in the Face of Fear

I spit in the face of feat. F(alse) E(vidence) A(ppearing) R(eal) Fear is no match for Love. Place your bets early on this match of matches. The outcome is assured by centuries of competition. Some would say, 'Creator stacked the deck.' The awakened ones know this: It is just the nature of love! 2001, ShamsuddinThere is no contest. Fear hasn't a chance. Freedom is by nature, free. A choice is always yours. Choose fear ort choose Love. Each is exclusive and cannot exist in the other's presence.... Sign in to see full entry.

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