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another mystical poem

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 18:48:47 GMT

Surrender...

By Cezarina Trone

I surrender to the One and Only PRESENCE

of I Am... I surrender to LOVE

emanating in all forms and shapes

as life finds its flowing dance in you and I,

in all of us... Each moment is Eternal,

each moment is my teacher of Truth...

I am within your heart, you are within mine

a steady flame illuminating inner shadows

to bring in true light...

Tags: mystical poetry

The Cosmic Dreamer

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Wed, 20 May 2009 20:31:18 GMT

I SEE a new poem being born

under the starlights tonight...

it takes the shape of her body,

the curves of a woman emerging from beneath the grass;

she's birthing ancient remnants of her soul

out of African dust

I hear a new song from the crickets' mouth

the rest remains unspoken...

(Cezarina/May19th, 2009)

Tags: poetry, Africa, mystical poetry

Gratitude as a powerful tool for Inner Wellbeing...

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 22:18:49 GMT

I am in my Spring Break, and I found myself working on my life coaching blog with much joy lately. I love my approach to inner transformation coaching, so I am taking my time re-thinking and re-structuring my own coaching model I am now using with my clients. I feel grateful for us being drawn together in this amazing experience...

If you like to read some of Creative WELLBEING Recipes, check out my Coaching Blog... I am updating these often now:

Cezarina's Coaching BLOG: www.cezarinatrone.wordpress.com

Tags: life coaching, inner transformation, coaching model, wellbeing recipes, inner wellbeing

Dancing 11

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 11:06:19 GMT

As I find myself in and out of PRESENCE when I work with my school children, I am learning to appreciate the gifts of CREATIVITY they offer me each moment. I love the way they taste Life with a NEW Wonder. Thus, unknowingly, they are my teachers in many ways...

The other day, we were working on addition facts and sums of 11, when my first grader Vanessa started to draw a beautiful poem/yoga story on the small chalk board. I stared at her busy hands in WONDER and DELIGHT... Here it is to share with you... take a closer look at the CREATIVE power of I AM CONSCIOUSNESS reflecting through the mind, eyes, hands and smile of one radiant child who is UNVEILING her SELF in new ways within the ever changing classroom of creative learning opportunities.

IN-JOY, IN-LIGHT, IN-VISION,

Cezarina

Tags: creativity, international education, consciousness, oneness, yoga

My latest mystical poem just 4 you...

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 12:24:48 GMT

You are my Delight, Emphasis on LIGHT…

(Poem by Cezarina Trone)

He whispers words of love
into my ear. I sit before this candlelight
and I hear the Universe sing,
Forgive yourself for good. You are
my delight, emphasis on LIGHT.
I smile because nothing is as it seems.
Love has come into Being more alive
than the loveliest notion I had…
Love longs to bear my name and yours
and everyone else’s. It sits at each street corner
begging for attention for it can’t remember
a thing about color, race, status or place.
Rising above mortal love into the arms of pure bliss:
for such a task we were born, my Love.

(Nov. 9th, 2008)

Tags: mystical poetry, oneness, light

LONG LIFE, USA! LONG LIFE, Obama!

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 15:11:12 GMT

This morning, the middle school students at our American International School in Niamey, NIGER /West Africa came in before 5:30 AM to be able to watch the election results and Obama's touching speech on TV.  We all shared breakfast in our small TV room in the Community Center near the school's playground.

We were six hours ahead and as we approached midnight Eastern time in USA, our clock showed 6 AM. SUCH EXCITEMENT and JOY as we got ready to listen to the speech...  I sat there watching all of us, these amazing children of all colors from all over the world and us, the American and Nigerien teachers among them... I saw my eyes and their eyes sparkle with emotion as Obama gave his powerful words to the world ...

The CHANGE is here NOW.

As I tried to continue my school day later, I was blessed with an amazing reminder...one voice stood out as a SYMBOL for the voices of these beautiful Nigerien brothers and sisters rejoicing for all America right here, in the poorest country in the world...HEAR it now and enjoy its BLESSING!

This is a short text message that my friend Carmel (a Peace Corps volunteer in Niger) received today from a friend who lives in her village...

This is the ONE VOICE of Niger celebrating the Beauty of our Oneness...

Hello, Carmel! All my congratulations for the glorious and significant victory of the wanted, brave, unchangeable & brilliant Obama!
Long life, USA! Long life, Obama!

(Adamou, NIGER/West Africa)

Tags: Obama, victory, Niger, oneness

What inspires you most about the world?

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 14:08:06 GMT

I just returned from a weekend trip to the Niger wilderness... I spent two and a half days living and breathing the raw consciousness of the seemingly forgotten ones in the midst of the dry desert. When I stared at them, I saw my mothers, my fathers, my brothers, my sisters, my sons, my daughters living in close harmony with the Earth Mother, going without life's basic needs, yet radiating so much inner wealth ... our skin color looked so different, but the SACRED Heart within all of us was simply beating the same rhythm of universal LOVE.

I slept on a handwoven dry grass mat on the sand underneath the celestial canopy of stars, ate with them the same millet porridge, shared the Presence of BEING alive and thankful...I watched their pure wonder as some of them never saw a white person before...

We were beautiful reflections of each other...

As I held this boy on my lap in the ever shaking Land Cruiser, I knew that I was holding the heart of West Africa in my arms...

My inspiration right now comes from each breath... each moment of this life is a mystical poem BEING written as we speak.

I am BLESSED to be here now... To see my Picassa album from this trip go to:

http://picasaweb.google.com/cezarina.trone/GoriaGalaVillageTripOctober1113th2008#

Namaste,

Mirador

Tags: QaR, world, hope, inspiration, encouragement

REFLECTION...

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 12:42:12 GMT

Reflected in her eyes, you are I AM... LOVE the Breath that brings you and I together in this magnificent moment of Truth...

Tags: I AM, oneness, reflection, beauty, divine, BEING

KEISHA

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 18:31:57 GMT

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October 3rd, 2008

He was holding Keisha in his arms for the last time as he spoke to me on the phone about the importance of being totally present with her now. This was the blessed parting day for beautiful Keisha.

James and I had found ourselves in distant parts of the world performing passing away ceremonies for this wise spirited cat. In Ohio, James had waited for the right time to help release her to true freedom away from the pain body. In Niger, I was contemplating his courage to face this profound encounter with the ideas of life, death and immortality. Keisha was seventeen years old this year. I had first met her only two and a half years ago. A year ago she was found to have breast cancer. She often left blood stains behind as little trail reminders of how precious and fragile life is indeed. A week ago, James pulled out a maggot out her breast wound. The flies were drawn to her chest. He knew the time was near. He told me the exact date for the veterinarian appointment. As the day felt like rushing in, I watched life / this pure consciousness move our two worlds together in a dance of mixed awe, sadness, joy and indescribable synchronicity. I knew the sadness within me was springing right from a past memory of being the witness of the sudden death of my beloved cat named Trumpy who had passed away not long before I met Keisha.

Even within the last hour of her death, Keisha was completing yet another beautiful healing role in my mortal heart. It was as if, holding a tiny charcoal piece in her small paws, she was marking the end in an invisible circle of all my past emotional attachment to the animal kingdom represented for me now as a reflection of pure unconditional love offering to humanity.

It was the last hour and a half before the moment of her release into Oneness, into the Divine Source of Love whence she came. Time seemed to flow in a different pattern for me all day long, as if life itself was simply waiting for this one thing. I was to carry her through the last portal of life and death, to hold her from afar in the arms of this One Presence while James was physically there with her in a loving embrace. They played together in the Fall leaves, he said. He watched her grab unto them with gentleness and then stare at him with the knowing and wise acceptance of what was coming.

Right after my phone conversation with James, I started preparing dinner, getting ready for a guest who was arriving to my Nigerien house shortly after Keisha’s pre-planned farewell in Ohio. I knew I was not only making dinner for my housemate and my other friend, but I was also preparing a wedding feast for Keisha as well. James was going to see to the wedding ceremony, to walk her down the aisle where her Beloved was waiting. She was on her way home. I smiled while tears watered my eyes.

I took my time and infused each cooking moment with love and unspoken farewell wishes for my beautiful teacher and friend. As my knife cut through each grapefruit and the pink juice spilled over my fingers, I offered its fresh citrus fragrance to the inner altar of joy and gratitude… my cup was running over. When sacredness springs out of the seeming mundane activities of life, there is nothing else to behold but divine wonder and joy. I found myself dancing like this in the kitchen. I saw my hands grab unto all the subtle ingredients needed for this divine feast. These hands helped things appear out of nowhere: a tropical fruit salad infused with joy, a big bowl of pasta and homemade tomato sauce, a fresh cucumber and mushroom salad topped with basil growing by the side of the swimming pool in the front yard.

As my bare feet touched the ground on my way to the basil bush, I felt the cool breeze through my hair and I heard the stillness in my breath. I stood still. I realized how much love it took in me being here… no matter where on this earth I found my Self, it was all home. As my feet continued their sprinting journey towards the fragrant basil bush, my inner gratitude for all life intoxicated my heart with joy. I went back into the kitchen. The chanting from the mosque near by suddenly filled my heart with music. This time all the music was coming out from inside me, the musical notes were simply pouring out of my being over the bubbling pot of delicious food. Ten minutes to 7:00 PM my time… it was almost 2 PM her time. Within ten minutes she was on her way to freedom.

I went into my bedroom, lit three candles and placed them around her picture on the floor. I had gathered four small things for Keisha to pack in her imaginary suitcase for her journey: a white seashell I found here after my return from America this summer, a small green pipe cleaner, fuzzy and spiral-shaped to symbolize her evolutionary journey that was unfolding so beautifully, a small triangular piece that came out of a calabash during a traditional Songhai concert I witnessed the other evening here, in Niamey, and a fresh basil leaf from the same handful of herbs I was using to prepare her wedding feast. The candles and the four love offerings were placed in a circle around her picture. I sat down and heard my Self sing in a language I do not understand, but I knew Keisha loved. I used to sing her songs like this last summer before I left Ohio to move to Niger. She used to come, sit on my lap and purr. She loved seeing me meditate after the songs were over. Now it was time to meditate again. It was almost 2 PM.

In silence, my heart filled with so much love that one of the candles before me spilled out hot melting wax around her face on the tile floor. I bowed before this loving one, another divine expression of my Beloved. She had come my way to show me the power of the all-knowing silent Presence of Truth… She stood here to heal another gap in that separation my mind had created in the past. Once exposed to the Light within, my soul saw no separation any longer. How beautiful we all are, BEING part of this One Love shifting its forms in myriad of ways along the earthly journey!

Keisha’s exit through the portal of this mortal existence reminded me of the beauty of both life and death. I died with her again this one moment and, as I was resurrected from my own ashes once again, I smiled. This was a life well lived. What a beautiful loving role for a cat. There was no more sadness to feel, but joy. I saw her through this, although I was at the other end of the world. She saw me through this, now she is part of my Self forever.

When James shared with me later the details of Keisha’s burial ceremony, I was overjoyed to hear that dry lavender blossoms were scattered all over her body… her burial place found itself in the womb of the Glen Forest, in Yellow Springs, Ohio; this was a sacred forest dear to my heart. I saw this image of lavender flowers bursting out of the ground into a symphony of indigo colors that complimented the green moss of the perennial forest wisdom.

Keisha had finally joined the circle of forest elders assisting life in its sacred silent remembering. OM, Shanti Shanti Shanti...

Tags: oneness, pets, death, passing away, healing

SURREAL SONGHAI MOMENT...

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 06:20:35 GMT

October 1st, 2008

NIAMEY, NIGER -- West Africa...

One glimpse of a handmade Songhai instrument out on a sandy road and I find enough medicine for an evening among the lost dancing fragments of my Self... My friend tells me that the Songhai people's music has its distinct flavor and I feel his excitement as he drives over sand piles and uneven roads on our way to a traditional outdoor concert.

These African hollowed gourds remind me of ancient drums meant to deeply resonate with one's soul's longing for returning home. As my direct experience of West African consciousness is being played out each moment in different forms and shapes, I am yet to fall in love with these dancing and drumming beings springing out of my new perception of the Universal Self.

One by one, I see men and women lined up to begin their courtship dance, undulating their necks and chests, their arms swaying around their bodies in gentle snake-like movements, making their way towards each other only to pull back once again. I follow their male-female dance encounters like water waves gathering and dissolving back to the Source, then I contemplate the illusory motion of slithering snakes as free consciousness dictates each movement; their dance entrance me, yet I can clearly see and feel my Soul/Beloved's love game in each and every shape...

Pure omnipresence is here, breathing underneath the heavy dry air. Many flies come to rest on my face as well as on all the rest of me, the other parts who find themselves in this big gathering of bodies laying on mats around those who chose to do the drumming and dancing roles.

Soon I see a breastfeeding woman put her baby down as she hides her plump dark breast in her dress, then jumps up to enter into her own seduction dance. The man with crazy eyes stands up and I find myself startled by his sudden presence. He is wearing ragged clothes this moment, then someone in the crowd throws a white robe over him. With a quick lightning glance, he signals at a woman near by and soon enough these two have me captive into their world of rhythm and trance. His woman dances... her face shining with reptile-like reflections... I am staring at myself again. I smile. A child smiles back at me; she is wearing colorful cowry shells in her braided hair.

Towards the end of this powerful dancing and drumming Songhai moment, I see my hand picking up a small piece that fell off a broken gourd, which only moments ago was a whole instrument placed on this desert altar... This calabash celebrated itself until death under the busy hands of an African woman pounding over it with strong bare hands. It sat among a group of other mismatched instruments such as the half of a worn out world globe, a metal cooking pot and a couple of other calabashes brought in from someone's kitchen near by. Nothing goes to waste here. All expressions of life are significant.

This is a taste of Eternity... within the blue eyes of my friend who was sitting near me sharing this Songhai dream fragment, I could see the wonder of a new day on earth... this surreal Songhai moment was simply another powerful ritual of embracing the pure Joy and Love BEING reborn in each breath.

Time, space and memory as we knew them are passing away...

Welcome to a new day in the rest of your life.

MIRADOR

Tags: Songhai, Niger, Oneness, consciousness, surreal, west Africa, dance

My K-1 International Classroom in Niger, West Africa

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Sun, 21 Sep 2008 16:01:57 GMT

ANOTHER WAY 2 CELEBRATE our Beautiful Oneness... I am working on a website for my classroom. Each day I play the role I have been given right now as a K-1 teacher at the American International School in Niger. I count all my blessings among children from all corners of the world.

ENJOY. Mirador

GO to: www.freewebs.com/mstronek1/

Tags: international teacher, Niger, oneness, beautiful

I Have Always Been...

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 14:48:03 GMT

Nature Musings…

By Cezarina Trone

I have always been, my Beloved
I Am and I will always be –
This moment I am turning into
A white butterfly resting on a red flower
Becoming another one of its fragrant petals…
I am adding white swirls to
the red velvety cup of throbbing life
I am bursting out in each bird song
I am Beauty manifested in all forms…
Nature is my breathtaking canvas
I am the sweeping wind
That wipes away the motionless colors
And paints the sky again and again at dusk…
Placing the singing birds into roles of wonder
In this marvelous play of I AM
I have always been, my Beloved
I Am and I will always be.

(08-31-08)

Tags: nature, beloved, mystical poetry, I AM

NAMASTE, Beloved One...

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 23:20:06 GMT

GO 2 this: http://smilebox.com/playBlog/4e4449304d6a49304e773d3d0d0a

ENJOY....

Tags: namaste, beloved one, oneness, I AM

CELEBRATE your New Consciousness. WEAR it on T-shirts in JOY...

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 20:27:50 GMT

GO to: http://www.zazzle.com/Mirador

I stumbled upon this site and played around for a few minutes creating a few T-shirt designs of my own to INSPIRE, CELEBRATE and SPREAD the JOY of our New Consciousness and Awakening. They let everyone create various products on this site and post them for sale... It is not about making money for yourself as you get small royalties, but it is about sharing your creative gifts with the rest of the world. Great idea...

In my recent journey from Africa to Ohio, I had had the thought 'Wouldn't it be COOL to find some creative ways to spread the LIGHT and TRUTH of our ONE BEING more?" We all absorb knowledge VISUALLY more than ever now in this everyday rush...

So, WHY NOT creating visual 'things' to spread the BEAUTY and TRUTH, to foster this consciousness shift happening under our noses? How funny, yet delightful... I had just retuned to Ohio and while having culture shock again, I found this site yesterday...played for a few minutes online and now I am thrilled to LET U and everyone else U know about it and check it out for yourselves....

I am actually planning to order some of these T-shirts to wear in Africa and celebrate our ONEness there this coming year...

HAVE FUN!

WANT 2 see my ZAZZLE Panel? GO 2:
http://www.zazzle.com/mk/star/zp/clone?zp=117710507428547336&CMPN=AssociateZazzlePanel

LET US JOIN in this AWESOME PLAY of Divine Consciousness...

Well, we are already joined in it, but u know what I mean... Mirador

Tags: oneness, consciousness, joy, inspirational, T-shirt, power of now

Consciousness Shifting in Romania...

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 09:01:17 GMT

I am revisiting now the very places where I spent my childhood and youth in the Romanian landscape. When I first got here after having spent ten months in West Africa, I was a bit in shock... The material consciousness felt so heavy in the air, my ears and eyes could not believe the things I saw and heard, and I found myself wishing I was back in Africa surrounded by the human warm spirit and simplicity of life... I observed many questions rising within my heart... Had I changed so much that I could not identify with this one facet of my Romanian personality? Was I undergoing a culture shock again after 3-4 years of absence? I was then reminded that ALL I had to do NOW was to BE... to take it all in and bless it all in the spirit of Divine Oneness.

BEING in the midst of this aparent chaos was a privilege. I arrived here to see them (the Romanian parts of my Self) at a crossroad in the evolution of their consciousness. It is BEAUTIFUL, although it looks the opposite on the outside.

This picture is one tiny powerful image of consciousness shifting... Look at the book covers. There are mostly spiritual books being translated into Romanian for the first time... I saw Yogananda's book up top, for example, and I smiled. The mere presece of divine knowledge on the streets here is the sign that a NEW DAY HAS COME...

I am now SHARING a powerful moment that happened just last night. We were in the metro/subway station, James and I, we were waiting to get back to my sister's apartment... We had been walking for a while in the streets of Bucharest (and I would like to emphasize that one's senses are constantly under assault when walking down the streets of Bucharest) and I had not found a beggar yet to give her/him the box of leftover rice that came from a Chinese restaurant we had visited for lunch. James was still holding the box of rice in his hands. As I was standing up waiting, I heard myself asking him out loud, 'Where are the beggars here? Where are they hiding? I just want to give someone some food...that is all... ' We sat down on a bench and the next thing I saw was the face of a teenage boy speaking to me in Romanian and placing a small magazine in my hands...'I come from the Children's House and if you buy his magazine,then I can eat something...I am so hungry...' I stared at him for a minute and asked, 'Are you really hungry? I have some rice... here, you can have it...' I handed him the rice, then watched his face in amazement...He looked as if he was going to faint of disbelief....He took the rice and went a few feet away... I saw him place his face in the box and eat the contents till the last grain of rice disappeared. Then I saw James walk over and placed some money in his hands...Then I realized we also had a small bag of mini chocolate croissants with us, so I took these and put them in his arms. He turned towards me one more time and his face was filled with joy.

The subway car arrived soon. As we were gliding by inside the womb of the Romanian underground world, I stared at the boy once more... I felt my heart overflow with love... I said a silent prayer for him that he may always have food and shelter... He had turned my day into pure joy...

Tags: consciousness, Romania, oneness

Parisien Musings...

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 16:45:36 GMT

This is a simple scene out of my 5 day journey in Paris after leaving Niger 2 go to Romania and re-visit childhood landscapes...

I could still remember that, while growing up in a small forgotten Romanian village, I fell in love with the French language and dreamed that one day I would see Paris, the city of Love as they call it, sharing the experience with someone very special. That was the dream of a little girl in search of her cosmic identity... These days, I helped that little girl become the mere divine WITNESS of the beautiful manifestation of her childhood dream unfolding before these eyes...

As I explained before in myblogs, each day I am practicing AWARENESS and Perception of Oneness, expanding my consciousness and my heart to love all forms flowing in and out of my Self, I am learning that this life becomes a dance of energy and joy through meditation, awareness and inner transformation.

WE are ALL we ever needed, the KINDGDOM of BLISS resides within. We simpy NEED a great desire to unlock the gates and ENTER in.

I had met my divine Parisien soul friend Salif at a kriya yoga retreat in India last year and I decided to email and ask if he could help me get a first glimpse of Paris ever... when he said yes, I never made plans, I simply had a few wishes for doing meditation together and visiting powerful energy places such as Amma's ashram and Ramakrishna's ashram in Gertz (outside Paris). Our shared Parisien experience took a shape of its own according to our common interest in SEEING life with NEW eyes...

This is a small fragment of my ONENESS experience in Paris while joining Salif for long walks around the city...As soon as I set foot in the busy streets, I noticed that people were not smiling at all... I felt their struggle within me, but no matter how hard I tried to identify with their experience, my face still carried the joy and laughter of Divine Oneness... I felt the motion, the waves carried in and out of the underlying ocean, I saw myself in the child who ran after pigeons in front of the Notre Dame Cathedral... I saw my own reflection in Salif's eyes seeing his own city in a new light as I spoke my insights and perceptions out loud at times...'Why is it that people forgot to smile in this beautiful city?' I asked him repeatedly...Salif mentioned that the stress and everyday routine had turned all into robotic beings,it seemed.

Identifying with the drama of life emprisons one's soul to believe this is the true meaning of life and simply accept it as real. When I looked around me and saw streets flooding with the interesting mix of tourists and overworked Parisien faces I coud only hold within the smile of Niger in my soul... the beautiful souls of the West African landscape had shared with me the wealth of life residing within... I had watched them for months now walking barefoot in the hot sands, carrying heavy burdens on their heads and small children wrapped around their backs, yet their powerful smiles never parted from their lips no matter if there was food in their hand or not. I KNEW them within my own Self and was grateful to have been in their presence.

I held their precious memory alive while in Paris... So, one of the 5 days I was merging with the Parisien dream, I decided I could do one thing to bring at least a couple of smiles out of the human mysterious chamber of gloominess... As I was carrying two flower stems in my hand one evening after the group yoga meditation, I noticed a beautiful Parisien couple in the same subway car. I knew I had to give them the flowers, one for each...so I decided to wait until either one of us was exiting the seats. At first I felt a bit strange for deciding to take this step, but then I remembered the invisible powerful impact of each simple act we do each day...

LIFE...It is ALL a beautiful RITUAL of LOVE if we could only SEE it... As soon as the young couple stood up, I approached the girl and whispered to her in French, 'C'est pour toi, Mademoiselle... and ceci est pour ton ami...' Then I smiled and stepped back from my role on this Parisien night subway stage. I sat down once again noticing the beating of my heart, the thrill of the joy-fullness inside... LOVE absolute does that...

My eyes then caught a quick glimpse of the most beautiful smile on the girl's face as she handed the other flower stem to her lover... My work was done, one more part of me learned to share a smile in Paris at night... HOW BEAUTIFUL!

Namaste,

Cezarina

Tags: oneness, Paris, drama of life

Where do you find art in your life?

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 10:34:46 GMT

Life is ART in motion...each breath flowing in and out of all forms goes back to its divine Source, the Oneness we have come to embrace here and now...This form brings art into her life by merely SEEING with NEW EYES...re-creating each moment anew. My international school children have been good teachers to me in this process, they have been my inspiration. Learning to tap into the endless creative power of each moment is priceless. Start today...Surrender to the JOY inside your heart and just BE it.

Tags: QaR, art, life, world, discovery, create

Saying Goodbye to My Children of the World...

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 11:28:22 GMT

I gave my children one more hug today as we ended the school year. I told them I loved them one more time and kissed the top of their head to send them out in blessings. Practicing to LET GO of these parts of myself being freed out of the nest of Oneness was something I could not possibly explain here on this page. All I can do now is bow down in reverence to the ONE sharing these Sacred Beings with Himself (not ‘I’). These children of the world are the future leaders of tomorrow, some of them are going to other countries wherever the parents’ jobs take them in their journey. Some of them I may see again next year. Our time together was priceless...I saw myself standing there by the school bus like a bridge connecting many worlds…The tears in these eyes did not belong to me but HER alone… The DIVINE MOTHER is RESURRECTING from her ashes like a Phoenix… No matter how hard these two hands have tried to hold on to the flow of love… nothing could stand in the way of the bursting forth of Eternity… for how does one know when love begins and ends? Is there such thing to limit the treasure of divine selflessness deeply hidden within each form? Shhh… listen to Her voice. Each breath is the Mother’s music... Namaste, Cezarina

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Introducing Yoga 4 Children @ my International School in W Africa

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 16:58:04 GMT

SINCE I started introducing yoga movements and breathing to my K-1 class a few months ago, I was amazed how ready they were for this. Now everytime I turn around, children are sitting in yoga postures on the carpet to calm their minds and have fun at the same time in animal poses, creating their own yoga songs and movements.

When I began to create yoga dances with my students, I allowed them to guide me with their natural ability of movement and their beautiful creative energy. The results were incredible. Some of my parents started asking me to share with them how continue this nice work at home during the summer and thus I am thrilled to share the gift of yoga with all children of the world.

I am now in the process of creating innovative ways of integrating yoga into the educational curriculum to empower our children to bring forth a new existence of BLISS, ONENESS and JOY.

In-Joy, In-Light, In-V iision...

Cezarina

Tags: yoga 4 children, international teaching

Divine Oneness...

http://goddessmirador.gaia.com — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 16:26:13 GMT

ATIENNE
By Cezarina Trone

Today I saw my Beloved in a flash
while paying a visit to a Nigerien baby
sucking milk from the mother’s dark breast;
their eyes embraced with a sparkle
and the way the fresh milk spilled
unto the baby’s neck caught
my eager eyes in wonder…
Divine warm milk transported
the baby into everlasting peace
while his tiny body laid still
in a simple hut with sand floors…
Pigeons came to pay homage
to the ONE being birthed again;
they pecked millet grains
out of the sand,
they did their feather dance,
they scurried away… and then I heard
my Beloved’ deep cry
bursting out of baby lungs…
‘You are I, He said, ‘I have longed
for you since time everlasting…’

Whose streams of tears filled my eyes
in that painful moment of joy? She who
walks in her own dark skinned kingdom
cannot reveal such mystery…

(June 3rd, 2008)

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