Post AM Sadhana doodle: Kimberly Moon 3-28-14

...And from the billowing belly of Buddha, you laughed all of creation into being from the heart of love's seed… Shaking foundations of (g)olden pathways into honor. Born unto all;  the New World's Wisdom... Bowing humbly at the grace of God's mystery... The answer... Breath, clear as that, which came before the question... Not two, but one, in sums of seven suns... Risen from the womb of the Now... Won... And still, this parallel coalescence of consciousness rained light as darkness and void as full as forever... Fanned, as the fire of what shall reign beyond desire. Tempered as a tune, resilient as the blending of sun and moon. 

We are the light

From the street he came, my god, face to face, hard at fort to recall the path of embrace. He was my brother, my father, my son, my elder... Though his feet heavy, his heart I heard... Though of pain, his words, like swords, were drawn... his hope was present, somewhere, ever strong... Buffalo soldier, one by one I've seen, I've heard, and I too have cried in my story. 

(Photo Credit unknown-suggestions welcome)

Every time we meet the heart, our fellow man... every time we join our songs together in communion to say, "I see you, I hear you, I can, I AM..." We open the door to another dimension, unencumbered by pain as his was again... We shift, we demand, we listen, we grow. 

We never stop knowing... 

We are the light

We are galactic entities of the night

But the mind plays tricks. It keeps us in plight. No matter our color, pants loose or tight... We've all been through it, the motions, our own. Only love showers, take that moment to cry In tones. ne'er alone, as the salt water fills the same oceans we've sewn. Let your heart be heard, the feet, our army, taking flight. Our angels are weeping, sweeping away that which keeps us from the day of light. The wisdom, not taught but received like sight, calling us like owl in harmony with night. 

Projectors and rejections, protectors from injection... All have a vice to release, pay the price, live the role, blow your soul, wrap it up, take it To go, come on home. No matter where it is you roam, you know there's no wish like this, the one of our soul's incarnation to be FREE, to truly exist! 

So D, I see thee, more clearly than you privy, and to this I release to you and your story... 

We are the light

We are galactic entities of the night...

And this is why he walks, this is why he fears to talk. Because at first he'd explain, but please, son, come again, without the fear, without the judgement, no crime left to sever or sear to your crown. I don't need you to tell me your rounds, but ill listen if thats what it is you need right now. 

Open the window, you won't drown, you are the sky! No drone too high to set this, I refrain from shadowing, it is your rite, right to hear, right here, now, in the cold, split the pain like wood, let spirit rain, as you too set to fire, blaze the flame. Reign in OUR Kingdom, not that of the trap they've set... But in this moment, the 'they' is you! you would have told me to tell you the same truth... Or did you forget, the mess is the best?

We are the light

We are galactic entities of the night! 

We are the Warrior, the wisher, the dreamer, believer... Asker, receiver, seer, redeemer... swim-up-streamer... Just let go, let spirit know... And with the current we'll go...

Spirit, 

let your words come through me as my breath,

your visions, see through my eyes, 

Your love pour forth from my heart,

your roots grow of my feet,

Your vision of thy kingdom come stream of my crown...

For I am yours, your servant unto all. Guide my steps

Guide my path

Let me bathe in the presence of moments, each anew, in remembrance of the way seer, the one, I Am, we are, One, together won, NOW

Holy Spirit by Colleen Shay

Blessings be, 

Yours truly

EraDae… a Luminus Moon

(White Galactic Wizard)

But who are you?

I'm not here to be a pop star, I'm here to be an epic revival of love, a transcendent reminder of Christ light, of all that is seen and unseen through the forces of droning darkness. My journey is not forgotten, it is discovered by the heart and soul of all who breathe their truth and dream their reality into peace. Let the integrity of the word run though me as the veins of existence cleanse and nourish the new world. For god has ordered my steps, and I am but a humble servant of the cryptic power that makes its way into the frequencies of my music. Like the paint of a divine canvas, I am but a scribe of the divine. Thou shalt not lead me into the waters of illusion, but rather, the fire of rebirth!!!

Love,
LunaSea

Back To The Moon...

Back to the moon
It's just slightly passed new
Risen like the Gate of Man's
Soul, born of waters

A box of stars, thrown from
The essence, you awaken
Guided towards your greatest
Myth, shake down your tree

Fruits, abundantly fallen
The womb of the mother calls
Children, remember your sign
Sensitivity, don't scuttle away

I've learned to ration the light
Night bound, searching
And there, she speaks to me
Illuminating from afar

Subtle Mother

The Subtle Mother... The deVINE, the Faith, Hope that all is perfect in time, PATIENCE... The journey begins at this acceptance of NOW.

The mother asked me from within myself...
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" I dove into the ground... "To be a seed!" I replied.  The question rang and rang and rang again... again... again... again... the answer the same, the answer extended... "To be a seed mommy!!! To be THE seed mamaya." I held the seed as I've held my whole life, preciously...

Tears of joy poured from my heart... gratitude of remembrance.

"AND WHAT DO SEEDS DO?" she reflected in me... I repeated the question as a question, "NO QUESTIONS, JUST ANSWERS," she said, and made me laugh... "why laugh?" ... "because we can!" She welcomed the comical taste, and I laughed some more... "you are HUMan... CELEBRATE!"  "I am HYUMan... mmmmmmmmmmm... tastes so good to feel my place. This place, I am still."

"WHAT DO SEEDS DO?" repeated again...

"oh YES! They BLOOM!!" I cried... "OH, THEY BLOOM!  Oooooohhhmmmmm... to bloom, to loom to weave, to bloom, to loom, to illuminate, to create, to grow, to BLOSSOM, to know."  I sat with the world in my arms, content in the makeup of my years... tears of joy poured from my heart... gratitude of remembrance.

Burning Sun, Curing Moon

Burning Sun, Curing Moon

Oh, to play the part of The Moon. It's not such an easy tune. Often hurts harder than the pain it takes to stay tight within a bud and never bloom, or wait within the darkness of a womb... But these trials I know will cure me. Break me into two, like the light that shall adorn me when my eyes breathe into you.

So Thank you, Moon... Thank you, Sun... Burn me into bitter sweet morning until I run no

more fever from my fears, no more worry from my tears. Thankful for the lessons that make me face my brightest years to come... only under the Moon, and Under the Sun shall my longing for love be won.

As they face each other, day in, day out... for one is never the other, holding their own presence so stoutly. Never outshining, divine in their timing, perfectly posted, precious finds, taking shelter in the space they keep so sacred in their mind. The flame of the Sun, the glow of the Moon, what would the world be if we knew them all too soon?

Never such a love did exist, so rewarding in the blissful rays that echo to each others gaze- are you listening? Are you really listening? Has one ever outshone the other? Quite opposite is true, for when the thought even dares to exist, she becomes so blue.

Little Moon, why do you sigh, why do you fear to look in your love's eye? All too often are you glowing, only because he shines.

STARE UNTIL IT BURNS! MELT THE ILLS OF CONCERN! Seek the highest self beyond the borders you've hoisted onto your sordid affairs. Never was a love so pure, the Burning of the Sun, the Curing of the Moon.

-Yours Truly

©Kimberly Moon

August 29, 2012

Red Lunar Skywalker (Kin 93)

PHOTO CREDIT: Illusion (1) - from "Impossible love" series - © Dorina Costras

Tides of Change

Mmmmmm...

I can feel the tides are changin', waters flowin', no lookin' back. 
Ready for rearrangin', no holdin' on, wind's got my back.


Lion's den is growlin', through the eighth day of the week
Cloudy confirmations, and these waves are deepening

Swim after hours
Guard's got the test
Fits the mighty powers
Growin' for the rest

PHOTO ART BY:http://www.carolineashwood.co.uk/


AND... Akira Dawn's "Energy o' the Week"

Things will begin to pick up now as Mercury goes direct on the seventh and we pass through the Lion's Gate on the eighth. This is a time of swift and decisive change. All that's been cloudy and unsure will suddenly become unstuck and obvious as we move deeper into the month. This is the kind of big movement that sets the scene for months (years?) to come. Things will be moving quick, so keep your eyes open and notice the details! Remember whats most important."

Ghost Rider

A growing woman, a woman of the womb

The womb of life, the flower of love in bloom...

Myself, yearning for clarity day in and day out.

The words I speak, so frequently I question;

the words I do not wish to rotate, to mutate.

It is when I am in the presence of such presents that I am at my most joyful state.

“So why the long face,” asked the Ferrier... “Perhaps this time that shoe will fit.”

“I didn’t think you were the type to leave one stranded in a pit of broken mirrors and transient beings having been said to see clearer.”

"But no one wants to let go, or let God get the best of them," he imaged in my highest self.

"The words that sing to me are the scariest yet. They're of no good mention 'til they've finally met not just the ears but the heart of the one who must hear them, no hiding tears, no forced reservations... "

It’s like an addressed letter, returned to sender.

A song; a pile of sticks never to render the fire that might keep you alive one more lifetime...

Dying to meet you, greet you at your best.

No. No more lying or laying next to others, mentioned as tests.

Funny how the world reflects, rejects us when we're not looking straight into the eyes of our souls...

The physical; a drop in the bucket of collected tears that flood our path; no longer to be told.

Tired of waiting, I said to the Horse,

“When you gonna learn to run?”

“When you learn to stop runnin,” he compromised.

His words blew clear into me as he took off into infity.

I wispered to him through the wind, as if still terrified another soul would pick up and go with my heart song... he must know.

"Have I really been such a ghost? I'm only translucent to the one Ilove most. Dying because I hide deep inside their reactions. I'll take what I can get, no matter the fraction. The motives that change me have never been so alive."

As she looked to the mirrors that fell like a knife,
"Finally, forgot to tell you, you are the love of my life."

-EraDae; A Luminous Moon

Eyes of God

I went a walking and suddenly you were talking to me beneath the umbrella of my mind
Reminding me to unwind

Stop motion pictures that hold the elixir to all things in glory seen by these eyes of god
Wonders of what might become of us

Oh Holy Night, every day I'm by your side

Oh Holy Day, every night the stars shine so brightly-

In your eyes, close to me, I shed tears of joyous pain in Harmony

For that time I would trade, to be in the arms of a resting sage.

I went driving through the countryside, climbing, when I passed a happy Buddha with his hands above head
Stretched up high, open to the sun like a bed.

I turned around, pulled into the drive, witnessed my eyes upon his happy face. Relaxed in his sturdy stance, the weight of the world, so small it could dance in the light. I mirrored his gesture until I realized the beauty in aligning my eyes towards the light. I stood next to my brother, the lover of nature, naturally harmonized with time- to shine.

We danced in the shadows, made puppets of the stretch. Then, behind me cast a breath of the only companion fit to run with the Tiger. The horse caught a glimpse of mine, ran away in a path of eight. His figure, respectfully thankful of my practice. Just to observe, he sat underneath the tree. I returned, caught in my motions until he nodded over the fence, yearning for my connection again. Relieved, finally to touch his face, he nuzzled the glow of my hand, my third eye atop his. We blessed our light to dark shades of love like the willow draped over our hearts and said we'd meet again to run free in the fluid reflections of our sea.

Unity

It is everywhere, everyone, always, eternally existent
The mind, the creator, the body, resonating anchor
The heart, familiar ascendent, categorical defendant

Raise above shine below, strung beyond the father
Piggy bank passed down; sum, forget the other
Luckily we're struck in four, two to bend wisely

As quick as it struck, sanity dove neath the rough
Like pentacles they merged
A partnership foreseen in time

Elements beyond the gateway that lead to this transmission

Timbre of Your Touch

Tactile tension released
The fractions of my revenue increased
Protection of my flares secreted
Relishing of tenderness reheated

I don't wanna lie anymore
I've tried too many time, can't keep score
Holding my breath, the water's getting deep
Subject to my surfaces I seep

I'm feelin' the facades around
I wanna be inside your sound
I wanna be the purpose of your lust
I wanna taste the Timbre of your Touch

God is Gracious

I got the gig
It's time for the show
Planning, no option
Ready to go

Straight on the time
Swung from a string
Light in the lines
Your eyes, listening

Hearted Change

9/17/2011

AAAAAaaa aaa aah hh hh hh h hhmmm mmm mmm mm...
Tears of joy streamed, bubbled to only pronounce this bliss in laughter!  Humble is the word, outgoing is the breath, internal is the remedy.

"Thank you for bringing me presence, for THAT is the TRUE GIFT!"  To the heavens arose my gratitude, to the earth, I bowed in graceful resonance.

"Eternal Blessings!  Resonating the glow of Inspiring Attunement!  Channeling the store of Healing... Knowing, Accomplishing, learning, growing, finding, thanking, sharing, flowing!  The powers be divinely timed in LOVE, in GOD!"

The eyes of my soul, mated in no disguise, no wonder, just awe, extended within mine for the first time of our human existence; here, now.  There was no judgment but the gift. 

"Be not afraid" reflected the image of god's words within my heart, "For I have aligned tools of practice for reasons so perfectly acute and obtuse.  Beyond the cup, which runeth over. Beyond your deepest deserving desires.  You are blessed long to follow your heart.  Be not afraid!"

9/19/2011

Knowing in my rites of passage, this all-encompassing love, be it the desire to see the notion of curiosity.  None here, only innately revealed the existence of something so far beyond ideal, it was the deal, the pact, the unIIon of heart and soul...   I opened my cup, my lotus, the eternal birth of the soul.  I asked, "be this for him, be this for us, be this for them, be this for ALL!"

Scary is it to be upon fate, to be upon something you dream of, repeatedly fitting to puzzle pieces of possibility, only to release the desire... let go! LET GO!  Unleash the need to mold, to fit... this IS the fit, this IS the wish, this IS the GIFT!  The FORTUNE!  The FLIGHT!!... revealed in such ways that, disguised under material, there be it none comparable!!


I venture to say there be no doubt of instinct... for it, along with the guidance of all my comings, my relations, has brought me thus far, so much extension of self.  Can it be that it would grow as big as all suns, galaxies united, universes combined?! YES!! YES!! For the walls be shred to waterfalls of no contradiction, only FLOW.  To change direction at the cost of breath... Nirvana to hold, never to contain, just exist within, around... together... to change existence forever!

RISE OF THE BLUE STAR!!!

As the structure beneath and around me settled itself into tremors, my legs gave way to the shaking, synchronizing in a breathing motion.  What seemed like light years was merely a minute, as my imagination arose with wonder of the cause to this energy.

Exotic in nature, the earthquake seemed to blossom from the ashes of my past.

"Greet each day as a new beginning, the best is yet to come!"  Stated Gerri this morning after my part in our weekly Reiki share.  The words seemed to melt from my mouth.  At no fault, the vision to secure our rising... the Blue Star, the twin of creation- only months now before we release the ascended one!

Unlocking the key of Manifestation

 Crystal Moon day 1
Year of the Red Overtone Moon



kin 157: Red Magnetic Earth
I Unify in order to Evolve
Attracting Synchronicity
I seal the Matrix of Navigation
With the Magnetic tone of Purpose
I am guided by my own power doubled

On this first day of the Cristal Moon, the 12th Lunar month of the 13 moon calendar... We evaluate the month in passing, the Spectral (11th) Moon, to realize what we must RELEASE & LET GO...  For only as we release these things may we then understand How to Universalize our Dedication to Others.

 

Guided by the Rabbit, this month will bring to life our ability to utilize magic, spontaneity, luck, manifestation, ABUNDANCE.  It is very easy within this life to step away from abundance.  For instance, we all deserve to be abundant... abundant with love, harmony, success, manifestation... it is all too simple for us to only consider the minimum, for fear we are being greedy or overindulgent.  Rabbit will prove to us that all endeavors deserve abundance, long as purity and honesty are at heart.  Rabbit encourages us to take advantage of opportunities at hand, as they may whither quickly without action.  It's time we RELEASE FEAR, as to hone in on our ultimate growth.  TAKE THE LEAP OF FAITH!  We MUST have the willingness to say, YES! I DESERVE THIS!  And so it is!  

Last month, Spectral Moon Month (May 2nd-29th, 2011), out animal totem was the Serpent.  

"How do I release and let go??"
To this, I answer with the following quote from a dear friend, Abigail:

"I release my breath to allow my heart to blow in the winds of time

I open my eyes to release my fears and feel what is really mine"

It is FEAR, most importantly, that we seek out in unforeseen places in order to release our highest divine self.  This past month, I learned I must release by breath, my VOICE, my PURPOSE!!!   I have for long now been in hibernation of my truest self, as it has been in the plans that I draw from all my resources in order to most properly and effectively transcend my PURPOSE, our MISSION.  However, NOW, as the CRISTAL MOON is upon us, I am driven to release my IDENTITY... the reason I have come here.  For it is written in the stars, that we would again ascend the triple helix, the radiant love of the 4th dimension, of the Heaven to Earth, of the cross... This CROSS being the point our universe is accessing RIGHT NOW.

Like any access point, however, there is a lock, and ultimately, a KEY.  It is the GOD LIGHT that reflects this key, and this key will unlock our heaven's dimension.  These keys are often found in patterns, shapes and colors, which combine together to strengthen existing dimension planes and electromagnetic demands.

Take for instance, the Merkaba...  

"Merkaba, also spelled Merkabah, is the divine light vehicle allegedly used by ascended masters to connect with and reach those in tune with the higher realms. "Mer" means Light. "Ka" means Spirit. "Ba" means Body. Mer-Ka-Ba means the spirit/body surrounded by counter-rotating fields of light, (wheels within wheels), spirals of energy as in DNA, which transports spirit/body from one dimension to another." (see http://www.crystalinks.com/merkaba.html)

   

This concept, "wheels within wheels" to create a PORTAL, or dimensional traveling ability, is NOT a new concept.  The Merkabah has brought to life many illustrations and stories from our ancient cultures, and is mentioned in almost every one of the religious texts known to man. 

Initiation of Flight; Destructive Rites

My back, tingled with ascending waves like water droplets of once frozen altitudes of my heart.  I've been given the most amazing gift, it is that of one, that of rite.  A passage; never been so gratefully in awe. HUmility filled the oceans of tears, joyously accompanying the heart of my song like rainbows of angels, dancing along the river of my bliss.  My womb, glowing like waves of electricity through the sea, cascading in rivers of vibrancy.  The promise I made the thee; the promise in blessings, three.

Then to rip apart, my soul to tear, I was ascended then fell upon the cracking earth that seemed to swallow me.  A promise unto myself I broke, in passing, a moment's regard for the factors, which sat outside of my own devices, which lead to the beating of my own demise.  Is this truly reality?  Am I a factor of all I see?  Do I preach the love I feel?  Do I love the reel I preach?

Sat to myself in a daze of what seemed hours to years to lights of holy blows within the manifold of the engine to my existence.  For once the primitive barrel sprung the bullet, I was hit by my instinct untrue... the virtue of my various reasons I plant in the seasons of each escapade... again unfulfilled by the desires I distilled then bled into; the cup runeth over in pools of samples I thread, to tread the fickle fields of golden dust I threw out to the hills... running over the tools of tampered evidence, no longer to be pure in its glory.

Re: Revolutionary and rebel

http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2011/04/20/revolutonary-and-rebel/comment-page-1/#comment-691177


As Paulo Coelho's Blog inspired, it is he whom has come again... he who grows like Buddha in the womb of our heart, expanding the breath of rays to sunshine!

Bells of Hell

Mars Squares Pluto... transformation
Taking charge of financial situation
Ambition, empowerment,
Guidance Heaven-Sent
Bent to build tranquility again!

Diverge ultimatums... obstacles bind
Emotional security unwinds
To do the doing of dreams to tell
On the go, out the door
Rescue the bells of hell

Intstrumental Paradox

When you love everyone, everything, every moment SO hard, how is it you stay sane to society's programmed frame of mind?  Is it that I'm to secure the life of the mother, the forever-longing shadow of the moon, whom day after day waits to be closer to her sun...

In one moment I'm happiest knowing I'm solidly in love with the Divine Spirit, the next I'm wondering who the Divine has sent for me, to add balance and receptivity... oh to this I don't know, I leave it to the Order.

Inner Perameters
Intellectual Punctuation
Irreplaceable Palatte
Initiate Pollination
Ignition Pyromaniac
Intelligent Politics
Inglorious Pleasures
Itemized Pains
Intuitive Phases


So, I just found the "cover letter" of my Will I wrote before going off the Study music in Egypt, 2009... I love this and thought I'd share:

December 12, 2008

My words of wisdom to the humanity I love:

To all, I give my undying love, which flows like barrels of potion.

Coating your minds until you saturate in zealous emotion.

Do not lament at this hour, for I have never been so alive!

For every breath you take within bestows wings so I may thrive.

I exist because you accept me as truth, just as you always have.

The light I spilled from my every pour now gleams in sunshine bath.

Continue growing in the perfection that is, taking every opportunity to expand,

Reach unto the pillars of Solomon for reality’s helping hand.

May you find all the comfort within-the honesty of a stranger,

For when you give your truest smile, never will follow danger.

Whether once did we meet, or thousand times just the same,

Whether I saw your every move, or even remembered your name.

For any encounter that we embraced, I undoubtedly appreciate your time,

As you are my brother, sister, leader and friend; you are I and I.

The spectrum of light that follows you within each rainbow lasts,

Shall guide you to a vivid star from which your soul will pass.

Though life may pitch upon thee exertion, to it may you push through,

Know that struggle must subsist to guide your clearer view.

Call unto me when you need reminding of things you’ve long forgot,

I will live vicariously through your every move, and suffer will I not.

Bring me on your journeys wide and far, may I travel the world through your eyes,

Remain calm in constant change, and open to spirit guides.

It is my will to show the world how much love glues all the nations,

As we are all one of luminescent truth, all one of sacred vibration. 

I love you all because I see the beauty you may overlook,

For not one of you is the same, not one a different book. 

Like snowflakes we fall to grace the earth, individuals in patterns of eternity,

I am only one of blizzard of life, blessed to experience this world of physicality.

Shanti, and many blessings to all creatures,

as you continue the walk through radiance.

Like water we all collaboratively glide

through Motion in Life.

Initiation: Cooperation

4/6/2011 = 5 = Ego = Overtone

kin 103: Blue Crystal Night

I Dedicate in order to Dream
Universalizing Intuition
I seal the Input of Abundance
With the Crystal tone of Cooperation
I am guided by the power of Vision

“If a handful of people come forward with strong wills, nothing is impossible. One Buddha changed half the globe; one Jesus, three quarters of the world. We all have that capacity.”
— Sri S. Satchidananda

It is a relevant meandering of consciousness that the world is shifting in ways of our reminded days... freedom of mind, the better things we find within the heart of our arts... It's time we refine the virtue of the rhymes, the renaissance of our signs to be blasted into the DIVINE... we shall overcome the suffocation of that which they deem necessarily safe!  In the market for another trick of trade, we give into the keys of our inner Sage!
No longer to drown in this system being founded upon dirty deeds and brutal seeds of decay… Death to the Ego! We’ll no longer suffer.  We’ll banish the trends of cold-blooded ignorance! 

THE TIME HAS COME to start the fires

BANISH the monetary desires

SCREAM together in harmonious calls

 ALL IN FOR ONE & ONE FOR ALL!

For jagged edges too long have cut us.  Withered away; the dust has rusted our minds into sands that blow through the blinds of windows we’ve closed for so long.  Too short is the earth mother’s song.  We’ve come again to elongate the bountiful ways we express and appreciate the love we patiently await no more, no more; it’s been knocking upon our door fore score and 7 churches ago, we shop above and beyond the chakras- unblocked now to our 5^th dimensions; Stand tall!   Open the fundamentals, accentuate your overtones, alleviate precious metals, shred through the comfort of fabric sewn… ONE AND ALL we go back home!!

JUST PRESS PLAY

Sultry in the making

Brittle fever from my past

Collecting and creating

Finest china, made to last 

Impressionism

Burning templates to the glass

Procrastination

If you drag your feet stay in the past.

Syncopate your rhythmic taste

Calculate and partake

Growth will cease if you wait

Resume your life, Just Press Play

Pleasant conversation

Between senses, complementary set-

-My mind, gives into sensation

Crafting gifts never to forget

Fabrication

Constructing progressive fragments of change

Realization

Everything's due to be rearranged

Syncopate your rhythmic taste

Calculate and partake

Growth will cease if you wait

Resume your life, Just Press Play

The best movie of your life is the one you create
It's a given, gotta give it to live up to better days
Put desire, nothing higher, at the top of your list
If you dream it you can live it, there's nothing better than this

This is a time of revolution
This is a time of eternity
This is a time of conversation
This is a time of you and me

This is a time of regeneration
This is a time to be reborn
This is a time of transmutation
This is a time for us to hone

Power to the people
Power of Now
Power to the PEACEFUL
Power of Now
Power to the People
Power of Now... NOw… NOW!

Grace of Love be with you,

White Galactic Wizard

  

Ah Yum, Hunab Ku, Evam Maya E Ma Ho!
"O Hunab Ku, One Giver of Movement and Measure, All hail the harmony of mind and nature!"
This phrase combines Mayan and Tibetan language

© 2011 Kimberly Moon