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INTRO:
I once was engaged to a woman
who accused me appropriately
of a condition known as Terminal Seriousness.
This poem came from a mood of upset,
but then as I completed it, I saw what
I needed to do to Uplift myself.
I have a friend who cries at times.
I cry llittle. I think crying can free up energy.
I find that when I allow myself to get into my feelings,
my feelings can change. I would rather feel my feelings
than use Mind Science bandaids to stop myself
from feeling. I do believe that we are compelled
to imagine and live out the highest thoughts and aspirations
of ourself and others. However, this follows REALLY
and Authentically FEELING what you are FEELING.
If you do not know what you are FEELING, how will
you ever have a breakthrough. If you do not express
to yourself what you are feeling, how will you ever
get to the bottom of it and through it. Breakdowns
lead to breakthroughs...Here is my morning inner
world, I want to share with you, dear Beloveds.
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A Goddess is Coming!
© 2005, lesliegoldman, your enchanted gardener
permission to use granted
"Everymore it is
the order of
nature to grow."
"We cannot let our Angels go.
We do not see that they only go out
that Archangels may come in."
--Emerson
I see myself grieving my own life,
and mourning the creative imbalanced genius that I am.
I sit here working, working, endlessly
working, hearing, listening, writing,
striving.
I hear voices of laughter outside my room
sitting around the dining table that I have
in part brought into creation through
the bleeding I do.
One housemate says that it is not necessary
to work like this.
She tells me this place is chaos.
She feels a great injustice here
but for some reason holds on to living here.
Where is the injustice here?
How does a person work without bleeding?
I see a vision of a world
that collaborates.
I write Declarations of Interdependence.
I write Love Cures and I watch
couples fall into each other's arms
and eyes as they repeat these words
and come back to Eden.
Me, I feel tears behind my weariness.
The unheard wanting Universe asks
to be known through these fingertips
and lovemaking hands.
I once knew a man who expressed
the underutilized
Heart of the Jewish people.
He was an untamed man with a guitar.
He wrote and sang songs
inspired by David the King and harpist.
He would always be late because he stole time
to bring something different into this hurting world.
He would be up all hours of the night
singing and praising God with those who loved him.
When he entered a room 30 minutes late,
it took him 15 minutes more
to get from the back of the stage
to the front. He found it essential to stop and touch
each person on the way up front.
He touched each hand,
He looked deep into eyes,
he affirmed each life existence,
He said things like "Momish!
You are the Greatest!"
He took time to love children.
He was a lover of women, a lover of men.
Others were troubled because he had no boundaries
as others knew them.
And then, I watch myself sitting here
expressing the underutilized creativity of the world.
A capacity to touch genius
is feed by a unremitting stream of Bright Light
that wants to enter the world.
I see what is called impossible
in this world being born in this world.
A thinly--extremely thin-- veiled line
of narrowness keeps full-on love
from entering this sad and suppressed paradise.
Have I the capacity
behind my tears
to be more part of the solution
than the problem?
Living Life like this is not
a Blessing for anyone, least of all me.
I once had a woman in my life.
A precious gifted woman who
did not know how to Goddess
but the Goddess Knew her.
Her fingers knew her own pleasure.
There is a earthly sensual part of
her that will be alive to the day
she is 90 and it will show up
in spite of how much she
attempts to deny it.
Most of the time she is "20th Century."
A bright mind, overextended at times into
critical thinking that does not work for her,
She is capable of judging too harshly,
yet on on rare
miraculous
and impossible moments--
that can not possibly happen but do,
her heart opens and she Goddesses.
I bodily felt her on top, behind, underneath me
in as many positions as the Karmasutra.
In between us we conjoin heaven, earth, and humanity,
Our bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces.
The movement of our hips are the juices of the
Universe; these juices do not stop at the boundaries of
either of us.
I once made love to her in her bedroom.
I had a broken lock on my laptop that
would not budge for ten months.
It was stuck in this hole in the computer,
The combination would not work
in any human way. The laptop was sitting
about ten feet away from the bed
as our pleasure exuded as waves
through the room.
When I woke up the next
morning she was still sleeping.
I carried my computer quietly into the
other room than almost burst out in
disbelief. The lock had freed itself.
In my weariness now,
I feel her last moment
of Goddessing.
Her heart opened wide, so wide
it frightened the norm out of her.
She held me from behind.
She lavished me with her kisses.
She was possessed to receive all of me
to feed her own unmet cravings for touch.
All my pain left me and hurting world
in one earth-shattering sound of release.
Then--of course-- she forgot all the
words she had said in her altered state.
For my own good, I need to to forget
commitments I said too.
She is gone now.
I am grateful that
my arm hurts less today then
they it did a week ago in spite of the long hours
I sit here.
I yearn that the Goddess return.
I ask to be large enough to accept
she will come again in the form of
her
or her sister.
I once knew a gypy who lived
next door. She was an avid
gardener. She never forgave me
because a man I sent to help her
killed her Gardenia.
She once said, "Gardeners
are meant to steal plants from each
other. They are intended by nature
to go in each others backyard and take
what belongs to no man."
I imagine a knock on my door,
a smile
and wanting eyes now.
They are coming to steal me
from my own misery.
I take time
to breathe
in a fragrant yellow rose
here at my desk for my own good
because the Goddess that lives in me
likes Roses.
6:12 AM-6;57 AM
July 8, 2005
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Feng Shui
Conference
will feature
"Organic Celebration
at the Hilton"
August 5-7, 05
Foods grown locally from
San Diego's premiere organic and biodynamic farmers
as well as "heart and soul" inspired natural food companies
will be served at the Hilton San Diego Bay Resort
during the 6th International Feng Shui Conference
August 5-7, 2005.
"Let's Meet Over Lunch
at the Organic Celebration at the HIlton
and design the Future of San Diego!"--
Leslie Goldman, internationally known
as Your Enchanted Gardener
Be present as we challenge the creativity of
the Hilton's Award Winning Chef,
Hermann Schaefer as he creates three days of
lunches from Out-of-the-Box foods and natural
product ingredients seldom in a hotel setting.
The five-day meeting, including the three-day conference
August 5-6-7, and pre and post workshops Aug 4-8,
is an opportunity for the residents
of San Diego to learn and interact
with more than 60 "Sustainable Living" Innovators
from around the world.
Unifying Heaven, Earth, and Humanity.
is the theme of the Conference.
To view the International Feng Shui
Conference Program please see:
http://www.fengshuiseminars.com/conference2005.htm
http://www.lesliegoldman.com/Images/index.htm
TENATIVE:
I WILL DO WHAT I CAN....
"Organic Celebration!"
At the Hilton Photo Exhibit,
I will see how far I can get on this...
Maybe just issued as slides for Computer...
Will do my best to offer up as prints...
if energy arrives to do this....
In conjunction with the lunch, there will also be
a photo exhibit--on computer screen--or print-
"Organic Celebration"
that will feature Goldman's
photos of Farmers' Market Foods,
flowers from his garden, and
and his Seven Love Cures Poetry
Conference Media Team;
Theresa Caprio, (760) 749-0810
cell, (760) 586-1345
Contact info:
Your Enchanted Gardener
Leslie Goldman
c/o Enchanted Gardener
6006 Arosa St.
San Diego, CA 92115
619.582.9669
PlantYourDream@cox.net
http://www.lesliegoldman.com/Feng_Shui_Conferences/id4.htm
Bio Note Leslie Goldman
"A magic day he passed my way and while we spoke
of many things Fools and Kings, this he said to me,
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be
loved in return.' " -- "Nature Boy," written by eden
ahbez, recorded by Nat King Cole
in 1947, the year of my birth.
Leslie Goldman, Your Enchanted Gardener,
SEES and plants SEEDS of success
for super RIPE people and their DREAMS.
An ambassador of Heart and Soul, Leslie's influence is expressed through poetry that inspires intimacy and photo images that record the history of Peace on Earth. Leslie was given a U.N. Peace Medal in 1982 for the work he would do in his life. His mission is growing the Enchanted Garden, a name for our Renewed Earth that he encourages each of us to plant with heirloom organic seeds and fragrant herbs growing in harmony with our deepest seed dreams. His message in '05-'06 spreads through Seven Love Cures, poems that appear as Postal Poetry Plaques, and forthcoming on Greeting Cards, and as framed art; Words men need to know and women want to hear, His work is supported through an internatrional network of members and sponsors who join the Enchanted Garden Club,
To join the Enchanted Garden Club
or Co-sponsor our activities
http://www.lesliegoldman.com/id28.htm
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