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Possibilities ~Normandi Ellis

Started by ZQ, January 14, 2008, 10:56:31 am

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January 14, 2008, 10:56:31 am Last Edit: January 14, 2008, 12:57:21 pm by ZQ
Normandi Ellis is the author of Awakening Osiris, her haunting translation of The Egyptian Book of the Dead.

This interview chilling...told me I have to read this!
http://obsidianmagazine.com/Pages/normandi.html

The following is what found me and ignited my interest...

BIG HUGZ  :)

Possibilities~

In sea foam, in swirlings and imaginings I am fish, tadpole, crocodile. I am an urge, an idea, a portent of impossible dreams. I lie between heaven and earth, between goodness and evil, patience and explosion . . . I have always been here, a child in the silence of things, ready to wake at any moment.

 

I am possibility.

 

What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible. When we speak in anger, anger will be our truth.  When we speak in love and live by love, truth in love will be our comfort. Who you are in limited only by who you think you are.

 

There are words that exist only in the mind of heaven, a bright knowing, a clear moment of being.  When you know it, you know yourself well enough. You will not speak. I am a child resting in love, in the pleasure of clouds. I read the book of the river. I hold the magic of stones and trees. I find god in my fingers and in the wings of birds. I am my delight, creator of my destiny. It is not vanity.

 

There are those who live in the boundaries of guilt and fear, the limits of imagination.  They believe limitation is the world. You cannot change them. There is work of your own to do. You will never reach the end of your own becoming, the madness of creation, the joy of existence.

 

Dance in the moment. Reach down and pull up song. Spin and chant and forget the sorrow that we are flesh on bone. I return to the rhythm of water, to the dark song I was in my mother's belly. We were gods then and we knew it. We are gods now dancing in whirling darkness, spitting flame like stars in the night . . .

                                                                            --  Normandi Ellis

 



Joy follows a pure thought like a shadow that never leaves.