YOUR SOUND MATTERS:
Lisa Tate is a former Certified Massage Therapist and Energy Practitioner with extensive experience in hospital based post surgical care. Presently utilizing expanded Energy Healing Techniques via the modality HARMONIC TUNING. Applying these techniques to musicians and their instruments for a more integrated and rich performance. WEBSITE: www.yoursoundmatters.com
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Mourning Heart, whom will you cry out to? More and more alone, you make your way through the ununderstandable human beings. All the more hopeless perhaps since it holds to its old course, the course toward the future, that's lost. Happened before. Did you mourn? What was it? A fallen berry of joy, still green. But now my oak of joy is breaking, what is breaking in storm is my slowly grown oak of joy. The loveliest thing in my invisible landscape, helping me to be seen by angels, that are invisible. Rainer Maria Rilke
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Buddha Inside the Light
The core of every core, the kernel of every kernel, an almond! held in itself, deepening in sweetness: all of this, everything, right up to the stars, is the meat around your stone. Accept my bow.
Oh, yes, you feel it, how the weights on you are gone! Your husk has reached into what has no end, and that is where the great saps are brewing now. On the outside a warmth is helping,
for, high, high above, your own suns are growing immense and they glow as they wheel around. Yet something has already started to live in you that will live longer than the suns.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Gorgeous. Working on this . . .
TIRED OF SPEAKING SWEETLY Love wants to reach out and manhandle us, Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights, He would just drag you around the room By your hair, Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly And wants to rip to shreds All your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one, And with others,
Causing the world to weep On too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us, Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down And shake all the nonsense out.
But when we hear He is in such a "playful drunken mood"
Most everyone I know Quickly packs their bags and hightails it Out of town.