| Everbody's got a Story to Tell
Unlock Your Soul Say It Well Before you exist there is but one soliloquy for humanity a singular GIST
Then from stage left the newborn emerges with its indignant yodel
indicative of doom Jarred from its romper room…. in the womb.....delivered into the cradle.
| The babe in arms gurgles an ode to the milky way
Not much to say by way of an in depth commentary. There from its suspended state of euphoria
Offers, but a main idea born of a milk induced stupor.
A cruising toddler knows and tells no lies
Sees no guile
In its circuitous tall tales of no. ......Oblivious to its
circumstance
| | | Ere comes the phase of youthful eyes, looking
through glass........
At Adolescence
Adolescence
Marked by blooming bluebonnets and lavender
fields, sun kissed turquoise shores, cityscapes encrusted in a billion points of twinkling lights, mosaic inlayed mosques; Easter hats, dresses and polo matches…. a life of bliss
Enumerated in journals with fountain or rose colored pens of variegated ink…
pretty in pink. | All the while with your story balled up in your
head….going nowhere
And what of love
Perhaps a grown up fairy tale of Cinderella
What is your potion….. What is it that is written for you in the stars?
Is it an epic love
trilogy of Tristan and
Isolde that may yet
unfold?
A doomed throw back to
A tragedy of the stuff
Aida was made of ?
Your Love story coming at you from the west side with
destructive gale force winds
from the East | | Take two......
A Google eye view of a teen hood ruptured
Squinting at life
through Shattered glass
At the other side of midnight
Life on a stage built for
a different script.....
A different booklist filled with routines and themes of
endless turmoil
Here lies unfinished drafts of Bleeding sweat
in stifling shops;
Terrifying Tippy Toe Treks through
Merciless Minefields
Sweltering Safaris
to
mud holes
for a drink of
water before you die..... | Imploding your reverie into smithereens.....
Love Gems as yet unspoken Falling silently from your lips….
into the dust
Undulating no more; your unrythmic hips......
lay unreponsive; fractured …. devoid of lust
With Dewey Eyes flung wide open in disbelief on first sight of the seedier side of love
And all the while your grown up Christmases are coming at you fast and
furious.......
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Life and death, Love and War, Joy and Pain happening at warp speed… faster than
your pen can fly across the page. YourLife becomes a constant struggle to accurately Capture and Post YourPurpose and existence on the Wall of the Universe.
Frustration sets in and you switch genres in desperation; in an effort to manage the birth pangs of your unfinished story. Your poetry becomes prose; Truth reads like fiction; Your world has come undone.
But wait…. there is that glimmer of somethingness; that insurgency in your soul that cries out and looks back in wonder at the nothingness from whence you came. A soul poised in readiness to receive and accept the comforting overtures made by mother nature. A Soul that embraces those unexpected moments of restoration of faith in human nature... And then…..There’s that soul stirring glimpse of the Mind of your Maker…….
These saving Graces give voice and
structure
Proffer meaning and avenues through the
rupture
Provides A Centre that can
hold
The GIST of a story that MUST be
told.
| Another year has gone by and we are on the cusp of a New Year. Our planet is coming of age and so are its inhabitants. Coming of Age means many things to different people and the timing may also vary widely in diverse cultures. We can safely concur that an advancement in years in most cultures is associated with wisdom and maturity.
But what does it mean in terms of spiritual maturation? I submit that A Healthy Fear of God moves us exponentially towards wisdom and understanding. As human beings we wrestle with the idea of an all powerful, all knowing God. As life happens to us we can allow our experiences to mould our existence and shape our acceptance of the I AM ness of God. Our faith is a catalyst for the enlightening of our souls and a lightening of our Load. A maturing faith embodies the beginning of true understanding.
Some indicators of how much 'you've grown' is a healthy recognition of what life is worth. | When material things begin to gather dust at your feet as the well being of other human spirits occupy your thoughts and desires, then you can 'almost safely' say you're on your way. .
Spiritual maturity causes such things as minor human infractions to recede into the crevasses of life (which is where they belong). The glittering jewels of childrens' smiles, relationships restored, and kingdom building figure more prominently in the fabric of your life. A well worn fabric threaded with the minor and the major, the hurt and the healing, the Power and the Glory.
And all the while our submission to God ensures that we're becoming.... Growing wiser, better, bolder, braver, more beautiful and blessed among men and women. Coming of age means a healthy respect for the Giver and the gift of Life. And with that knowledge comes the uncommon understanding that with each day and new year's dawning comes the urgency to make every minute count.
Happy New Year 2013
Tzpora |
Surrender Your HeART
Video by Svaace Global Arts Every once in awhile we need to reclaim our place and reposition ourselves to receive and release God's love into the Universe. We are beautifully and wonderfully made - with so much to offer. Take a little time to Celebrate yourself and Surrender Your HeARt to all that is beautiful, powerful, creative and wonderful in your life here on earth.
And Remember:
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
| It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.
—Marianne
Williamson
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Show me that you love me Show me that you walk with me. 
Show Me
I realize as I lay down to sleep, we haven't spoke in weeks
So many things that I'd like to know...
Come have a talk with me
I need a sign, something I can see
Why all the mystery?
I try not to fall for
make-believe, but what is reality?
Where do we go, what do we know?
Life has to have a meaning
Show me the
light, show me the way
Show that you're listening
Show me, that you love
me
Show me that you walk with me
Hopefully, just above me, heaven's
watchin over me
Guess it's funny how I say thanks to you for all you've
given me
Sometimes the price of what you gave to me,
I can't stop
questioning
Oh God of love, peace, and mercy, why so much suffering?
I
pray for the world, it gets worse to me
Wonder if you're
listening...
When people go, why do they go?
Why don't you choose
me?
But someday I'll know that I'm gonna go
I hope you're waiting for
me
| Show me that you love me
Show nme
that you walk with me
Hopefully, just above me, heaven's watching over
me
Show me... Oh... Oh... Show me...
Maybe we'll talk
some other night
Right now I'll take it easy
Won't spend my time waiting
to die
Enjoy the life I'm living
Show me that you love me
Show me that you walk with me
Hopefully, just above me, heaven's watching over
me
Oh...
Show me that you love me
Show me that you walk with
me
Hopefully, just above me, heaven's watching over
me |
 What is that sparkles and shines about Robin Roberts? One cannot really put a name on it , pin it, or place it. We just know that people the world over tune in to listen to her or see her infectious smile. It's a good start to your morning when Robin jump starts your day. So it was no small wonder I found myself crying over the passing of Robin's mom. I had never before met her or even seen her mom, but still her connection to Robin tugged at my heart and ushered me into a place of deep empathy.
I'm sure we can all think of people like Robin who are like soothing fresh air, who tend to make you feel calm, hum a tune, smile inwardly - A few on my short list would be, Maya Angelou, Joel Osteen, Lady Di, Dr. Ruth, Mandela, Dale Bronner, you get the picture. You may never have met them in person but from a distance they look like a friend. Their spirit reaches out and connects with yours in 'un-nameable' ways.
We can only hope that we come close to achieving this state of natural mystic. Our aim should be to possess or nurture that that 'IT' which makes us beautiful human beings with that incredible spark that emanates outside of our awareness and leaves an indelible mark of goodness on others every time they cross our path.
Robin may your beautiful mom rest in peace. I know her work here on earth was well done because even as her unencumbered spirit rises to her maker, it yet remains in you and you with us inspiring us to greatness.
Love and Blessings
TZPora
 Jordin Sparks and Whitney Houston This weekend is the premiere of the much anticipated movie, Sparkle.
As we enter movie theatres and engage in dialogue about this movie, it's a good time to activate the idea of a spiritual revolution in our own lives.
Let's wisely use this time as an opportunity to Sparkle for God's glory.
Dig a little deeper to find and ignite the true inner light source of the Human Spirit.
Maybe its 'reel' time for the Holy Spirit to direct you on center stage in your very own biopic.
There's never been a better time than Now to sparkle, shimmer and shine in a moving understory - Your life as a reflection of God's Great Power and Glory.
Love and Blessings
TZPora
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Lord,
Let me shine,
Shine like the moon,
A reflection of you,
In All that I do.
Lord let me be,
A light for your truth,
Light of the world,
I want to be used,
To shine for you.
| | |  Thank You Lord
I woke up to another day,
Another day to celebrate
Your beauty and your mystery, Is more than any eye can see.
I'm not who I was before
With you my life is so much more.
Break the chains and open doors,
To a world I can't ignore.
Lord Let me shine Shine Like the moon...
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What a beautiful #TZPe moment for Jill Bolte Taylor.
This video speaks for itself. Watch and be inspired to seek out your own moments of awesome wonder.
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 Courage For The Journey | Grace Under Fire
by Tzpora
When the terrain gets rough
Gear down and Power up
Time to Show your stuff
When life's got you under the gun
Fire up your Faith
It's Time for A test run
When adversity blindsides your hood
Pray the pedal to the metal
Its about to get good
When King Jesus takes the driver's seat
Move right, sit tight
The devil just bit the dust under your feet
When you spy the Grace checkered flag
Lift up Holy hands
You're about to win this drag!
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