Where is my precious Sanjana? It is two months gone from the computer, that is a very long time.......

here is poem from her spirit.............

 

 

I !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I fear my creativity

For it compels me explore the unknown

 

I fear my dreams

For they make me question my comfort

 

I fear my heart

For it shows no reason when it comes to loving

 

I fear my faith

For it narrows my vision

 

I fear my beliefs

Because they make me conform

 

I fear my knowledge

For it makes me slow to change….

 

I fear my mind

Coz it makes me question my every move

 

I fear not anyone, nor anything

I fear just myself.

 

I, is someone I can’t put aside

I, I have to see every day in the mirror

I, is always watching me

I, is there looking at me each time I make a wrong move

I, tells me I am wrong, before anyone else can

I, keeps me awake when I have silenced other voices of dissent.

I, keeps me knock, knocking on heavens door

 

I cant get away from I.

I is what makes me, me.

And yet I try to get away from I

Each day in every way possible I try hard not to listen to I

I fear that if I listen to I , I will have to take responsibility for all my actions

Its easier to pass the buck, and blame my fortune

 

I have to find the courage to believe in I

I is what will get me past all my struggles

If only I would listen to I, I wouldn’t be looking for answers

I wouldn’t be here trying to figure me……………………………

Each of us is our best judge. Each of us our best guide. If we look hard enough and long enough we will find that the answers are all there right there within us.  

  oh i got so excited looking at YOuTube.... morocco stuff since that is where I am going , in October... I want to see the Date Festival. And visit Ron of Moroccan Dreams

this is a video of the town I will spend alot of time

Merzouga: http://www.youtube.com/watch?vzPfSoCSbRAs  gosh I hope this works ( its called Roads to Morocco)

Here is the dearest and most inspirational person... I am saving her space so I will not lose her

she is a great poet, and appreciates the fine things in life and art.

http://princesshaiku.blogspot.com/

 Have yourself a very merry christmas

the rains are on the way here in california.....

i have enjoyed two beautiful bright days and walked next to the bay.....

i have not read mazi's letter..... she went to lot of time to make me happy and not sad

i appreciate it........ it is hard to do much.  I am in slowgear........

i think i am in shock still.

cheering up.   the phone is very quiet~  used to ring alot.

i am thinking , this great thing I realized , i can not tell her

this movie she must see!  but she is gone.... how can she go so fast?????

time.    time

I am going to be just fine.

it just takes time.                    loveyou all!

  A BROKEN BRANCH , TWO APPLES THAT FELL FROM THE SAME TREE................][    SPLIT APARTS........

Live Search Images: Broken Heart  A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS

                                    LOOK AT THIS PAGE , OF BROKEN HEART

                                      PICURES.  I SEE SO MUCH FEELING.

                                               I AM STITCHING MY HEART

                                                       TOGATHER AGAIN.

 I am back.... everything fine... I read all your letters.  Will respond tomorrow today my son is here from kentucky for just the day.... so I am very happy.  thank you for all writing.... each one so different and yet one the same, cause we are ONE.  I can not say how much I love you.  Please have great day and is pleasure to meet you all on computer. Adam I go but have this space still... I will not go completely, too many I love are here.  Bi polar computer land here I come....

 today is the 5th... I play catch up with you on this computer all weekend... or most of it.  I had fun,  my precious mazi, I am sorry I did not make it her way...

she is like a two day project,  I think I save her for next weekend... so sorry

mazi, if I was not so sick, I would be there because I must find out ALL you have to say is so important, to me to the world....if anyone reads this , please tell mazi I left today very sick and in pain.... I just could do no more here in space land.

I do plan to go too blog spot to write eventually also.... I hear it is more simple

and I must be also with princess and moon.... but I will stay here.  Please everyone, I hope you stop spreading out so far... far from each other... try blogspot if you thinking of going somewhere else.  Let us stay togather if possible.

This morning I wake up after a poor poor night.... I had pains , in new places my lower back and legs also... I am a reck!  hehehe  but I have learned that love and fun does do help with pain.  When the fear of operation gone, that also then I feel some better.... Please write to me, is more easy for me to read than is to write... but yet I continue... I have so much to say.  My son he talks into something that prints the message... I may need to find out where to get one of those...

I will miss you.  I love all of you so so so very much.  Spread smiles and laughter and love for me also please.  be back soon after hospital tests.

Princess Haiku

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August 06

Princess Haiku's Farewell Tour

"It's Time to Say Goodby"

 

Princess Haiku is relocating to

 

http://princesshaiku.blogspot.com

 

 

 

Dear Spaces Friends,

 

The recent changes on MSN have made it apparent that it is finally time for me to relocate to a new blogspace that is more dependable and secure. I am saddened and disappointed that MSN expects us all to be free advertising for their consumer products. I am not willing to do that and hope that many of you will reconsider your " virtual digs" and check out blogspot.

 

For the last eight months I have been delighted to become acquainted with all of you. My concept of friendship has grown as far as the perimeters of the globe and encompassed many countries and cultures. I have been inspired, touched, educated and  become more aware of the political and cultural issues facing all of us.  I am also leaving my special blessings for the safety of dear friends who are in danger, even as I write this.

 

If I have learned one thing during my time here on Spaces, it is that people can choose PEACE. As citizens of the world, we have what it takes to start learning to live together in interpersonal and ecological harmony. We must not let the corrupt and extremists among us dictate how our planet will be run. Thanks to all of you for helping me continue to believe in the basic goodness of people.

 

I will be making a "farewell tour," and stopping by to say goodby to each of you personally.  This is my last post on Spaces and it will take me a few days to reestablish myself on blogspot again. I hope to see you there.

 

May the goodness that lies in the hearts of all of us prevail against the forces of darkness.

 

Forever,

Your Princess Haiku

Elise

 

 

 

   I wanted to post this on Princess Haiku's space but I know she is just a precious lady...

so I will put this haiku poem here that Cas wrote... NOW IT IS IMPORTANT TO GO TO HIS SPACE

BECAUSE WHAT HE WROTE ABOUT IS ALL EXPLAINED AND WHY.... AND IT IS SO DEEP, YET COMES OUT

UGLY, BUT IT IS A VIEW TO BE PONDERED.

Aging Hippies, The Sequel  <------CLICK HERE TO READ THE UNIQUE REASON FOR THIS HAIKU POEM

FROM CASS THE FELLA I ADORE , AND IF I HAVE TIME I WILL BACK TRACK IN MY RECORD TO THE ORIGINAL MEETING WITH THIS LOVILY MAN,  IT HAD TO DO WITH A POEM.

 

 

elvis is well and he is here with me.... hehehe

  i THINKING MY SPACE IS BI~POLAR

Just stuff    <-----------CLICK HERE FOR SOME GOOD TIMES AND FUN

this is my special lady friend who writes so good your lost....into her .

she paints a picture and tells thoughts so very deep .... I was looking and this is one chapter of her mind.    how profound.

Archives, birthdays, and a trip

First! Happy Birthdays to mine:

August 6--to Daniel!

August 14--to David (where ever you are)

and TODAY! August 16 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GOOD MAN ROGER!(ANd! I forgot to mention -- Roger got a part in the play "Sly Fox" - he's the Judge - his last name is Bastardson *laughing* - so, how exciting for him.

August 23--Happy Birthday to my Mom!

 

Below is another archive, forgive me for that, but I'm getting ready for my trip with my brothers. Oh, Good Man will stay here on the mountain and he says, "I'll miss you!!!" But I wonder if he'll be also thinking, "Oh! It's so quiet!" without my insanity *HAHA!* So, not so much longer before I leave, just days really, and am trying to catch up on writing, and as well, things around here. And today! Good Man's Birthday! *smile*

 

from the archives:

 

There is something about pain that can seemingly purify thoughts. Seemingly. For if you reach a level of pain, it sharpens the senses. One can't know if the sharpened senses are real, or surreal, or ultrareal...one only knows that the world takes on a reddened hue. I am speaking of physical pain, for when you have emotional pain, the senses seem to become sluggish and the haze is yellow or hazy brownish blackish brackish, or bright white hospital lights glaring behind the eyes. With physical pain, I have lifted from my body and hovered above and watched my weakness with disdain. I have dreamed without sleeping, and wached the Shadow Man stare at me as I lay floating in a sea of nerve endings glowing red. I have tossed about words and truths and lies and wondered if and when I could write about them-shouldn't I just get up from the bed or couch and relate all my genius? For, I pretend I am a genius sometimes-a brilliant mind trapped in a silly human body. But when morning comes, and the pain abates with final sleep and perhaps a few doses of prescribed pain numb'ers-I revert to plain me-writer of words, seeker of the soul of you. Yes, I said seeker of the soul of You. Because, though I seem reclusive, though I stay inside my log house cave more than I venture out, I am hovering around you, reading the aura that surrounds You. My eyes flick over you or your words or your images, and I seem to dismiss, but I do not. For what I "See" is filed away, deep inside of me, in this spot I use just for You. And when I am most unaware, You come back, and out from my fingertips You fly, and there You are, a character acting out beauty in a story or paragraph or phrase or sentence or word.

 

Pain can make one feel as if they are unique. As if everyone else is nubile as a deer leaping across the field towards something she sees in the distance-a bit of corn, or maybe a dew-filled flower, or to her special hiding place. In the night hours, when all is dark, and as last night when the rain fell hard -droplets pounding the roof in a fury, I did not pity the part of me that demanded attention to the fiery parts racing down my spine and legs. No, for isn't there You-the one who knows the true meaning of Pain? Yes, I think of You, and my pain grows small, even in it's frustratingly bad parts, even as I toss and turn and wish it would just stop so I won't have to take more of the white pill. Does white pill alter me? Does it change my writing? Does it make me stupid? Does it hide what could be brilliance? I know what brilliance is, my friends, for I place You on my website, you of the brilliant images and words.

 

One night, I woke and Pain said, "Hello, sorry to offend you, truly I don't wish to be here anymore than you wish me to. I would rather be called something else at times, just as you do. Do you think it's easy being hated and feared? I do my job and that is what I do, so, pardon me while I zip through you for a while, doing my job, being what I need to be." I answered, "Do your worst! I am strong! But while you are here, Pain, while you are zapping electrical currents, can you open a portal so that I can "see" beyond?" And Pain said, "The portal is open, but I am not responsible for it all." And even as I write all of that I just wrote, I think, what manner of woman are you? Gone insane with your own wonderings?

 

Last night, as the rain thundered, I thought about how one day I would be a very old woman. And how I'd walk crooked to the coffee pot, pour a cup, holding the cup with trembly hands, and then, from there, I'd shuffle to the porch, carefully sit in my rocker, pull a throw over my knees, and rock rock rock rock and think about the days when I was young and leaping to the dew filled flower. I would rock rock and remember all my yesterdays. And I would drink every bit of my strong black coffee and think, "Today I will write, and then I will rock some more, and then I will read, and then I will rock some more." And, that made me smile. I hope that happens-I hope I have that gift of growing to be a very old woman.

 

And in the dark, I smiled, and I lay there, and I felt Pain, but I didn't care. Who guarantees this life is supposed to be pain-free? I can imagine I was once this being of light in the heavens, and as I looked down, I said, "I want to visit the earth as a human." And, some greater being of greater light said, "So it shall be, but, how do you want to live?" And I, being fearless said, "I don't care, I just want to live on the earth for a time." And there I went, shot down to earth, come out squalling and red-faced into the world. And everything that happens I have felt it and every pain physical and emotional and even when I railed against it, the being that was the light where I will return will think, "I felt it all! I was human. I knew things." And it won't seem but a minute that I was here, just a minute. Just a minute. A minute. Minute.

 

Breathe in the air. Touch someone you love with gentle hand. Enjoy the minute.