Shakespeare's Earring (A poem)

Dr. Dee sets angels dancing between your ears…

            Poor Harry, afraid the Muse will desert you

                        if he deigns this favour.

                                    Lord Southampton,

Long since cat caught dragonfly—

            Virgin Queen Olympics, wrestlers fully dressed,

                        There but for your Vermeer morning,

                                    clever scorching lips go I:

                                                Ideogrammic (keep them guessing!) Method,

                                    Mr. W.H., H.W.; What-the-Hell?

                        What the Purgatory?

            Crocodile half-steps into Limbo

not much of a story.

Dr. Dee sets devils dancing under your cap…

            Poor Harry, afraid you will disdain him, if he does,

                        under the greenwood tree of afternoon nap.

Sandalwood fans open and close

etched by elves with forest scenery

griffins unfold their wings

emerald of listening:

SHAKESPEARE’S

EARRING.

Reclaiming Your Ancient Egyptian SOUL: An experiential workshop with Bruce P. Grether

Dear Friends:

Vividly I recall looking up the side of the Great Pyramid at Giza in the year 1957. I was four years old. I thought it looked like a rocky roadway to the center of the sky, and in a certain sense, that's exactly what it is! The Egyptian civilization peristed for several thousand years, and like the pryamids themselves, much of it still IS with us.

The Egyptians of antiquity always remained closely connected with Nature, no matter how "civilized" they became. That unbroken link with living things, the environment and natural cycles, gave them tremendous vitality and joy in living! Eventually the world changed around them so radically, that their culture faded away... or did it?

In a real sense so much of our world today reflects what those clever and canny people created. As our own civilization has gone global, most people in today's world have at least some deep roots in Ancient Egypt. Whether your link is genetic, historical--or perhaps even previous lifetimes?--to reconnect with that core aspect of yourself helps you make sense of today's world. It can help you thrive through the radical changes now unfolding.

For over fifty years I have studied Ancient Egypt. Now, in order to share my enthusiasm and knowledge I offer a workshop that will arouse the essence within you that already knows these things. The subject is not actually so complex as it may seem... a handful of stories and images can be absorbed quickly and helps you make sense of the whole thing.

You will be guided through vivid meditative visualizations, offered simple experiences and sounds to bring the subject to life, and given a packet of original materials I have created that serve as a key to open the door of your heart to Eternal Egypt, the archetype of that realm.

"Reclaiming Your Ancient Egyptian SOUL: An experiential workshop with Bruce P. Grether":

  * Discover the Seven Sacred Spirits of Your Soul
  * Reconnect your human nature with Nature itself
  * Learn the intuitive key to all Egyptian writing and art
  * Be able to "read" Egyptian culture without further study
  * Remember who you are on the deepest levels
  * Allow your Third Eye to open
  * Connect with Ancestors

I am honored to present this workshop at Wimberley's Premier Yoga Studio, Heart of Texas Yoga (http://www.heartoftexasyoga.com/index.html ) in Wimberley on Sunday, March 4th, 2012, from 1:30-5 PM.

I you feel at all drawn to this experience, please check this link for more  information, and for how to register:http://www.9realities.com/egyptian_soul_workshop.html

You can also respond to this email if you are interested.

I always love to hear from you!

Peace & (((HUGS)))
Bruce

_________________________
Nada Te Turbe*
      -- Theresa of Avila
*(Let Nothing Disturb You)

How to Thrive in 2012 and Beyond!

As the amazing year 2011 draws to a close, I’m outside my house on the Ravine Bench to observe and meditate upon the Moon that is nearly full again. The night is chilly, my breath blows visibly before my face, and the vivid white disk in the sky floats embedded in a lovely aura that seems delicately fashioned of iridescent feathers.

            The Moon speaks to me on many levels without and within me. To anyone who listens deeply (including you!) this world says the same essential thing. Just as the Aztecs and some other cultures often showed the Moon and Sun at opposite sides of the same image, the moonlit night speaks of the sunlight daytime. The deep, deep secret here speaking from your inner heart is this: Duality always whispers silently the unavoidable, unimaginable truth of Oneness!

            Duality exists only to remind us that in reality all is One. Once you settle into this kind of deep listening to the Voice of the World, all Sacred Numbers can proliferate from there from nothing. As the great sage Lao Tzu said: “Out on nothing comes the One; out of One comes the Two; out of Two comes the Three; from Three comes All Things.”

            You actually need no book, guru or teacher to “get” this. The simplest insights like this make the whole world legible and meaningful to you. You can read the significance of the wonders of the physical, material world as an expression of Spirit without a need to study or interpret anything. Your inner self knows.

For example, the same profound Oneness can even be seen in such artworks as the remarkable paintings of the Mexican artist Frido Kahlo, who sometimes showed both Sun and Moon at left and right of her paintings. Through her pain and personal drama, that great woman saw deeply into the heart of the mystery. Allow awareness of Oneness to sort things out naturally—it does this!

Listen deeply and the year 2012 becomes an adventure in which anything is possible.

Bruce P. Grether is a regular Austin All Natural. He lives in Wimberley where he offers a workshop called “Reclaiming Your Ancient Egyptian Soul,” and other workshops. Find him on Twitter @BrucePGrether. To explore some of the worlds Bruce creates in his writing and for workshop info visit www.9realities.com .

Crushed Petals (A poem)

1.

You read to me from the Upanishads

Where lions come to drink

Beneath the bridge

At the kosmic brink.

From the white peacock flows

The milk that always expands

A million eyes shine all around:

Serendipity understands.

You keep me between your hands

And I pray with song

With winged heart;

A rainbow where my colors belong

And cannot be taken apart.

I give you my geometry

And letters from A to Z!

2.

Invisible eyes

And jaguar skin

Where you can see within

To my skeleton.

I dance like a starship

Shudder at the shore—

Changes howl and grip

Beneath Heaven’s floor.

The radiant skull

That feeds your hole

Is not emptiness to me

Nor is it full.

I am the hummingbird

Frozen in your hands.

3.

The gentle sound of water

Growls like weakness in my knees.

You are the foxy daughter

Of miraculous symphonies.

Walk on fire,

Stroll the sea,

Seemingly unaware

Of oxidation and gravity.

I know your eyes are blue fishes;

In Atlantis I’m the centaur

Then the mounted bowman of Aryans;

Now the arrow returning to Source.

I am the shaft of Light to the Sun,

In the Garden of Earthly Delights.

The voice of the turtle

Scatters seeds in the endless night.

4.

Know me by my bones…

For the flowers are magnetic centers

Pollen spins in LOADING ZONES

Where the Grand Insect enters!

And all in Hyacinth do you come

Here to the House of the Sun!

Chitter and gossip of bats

Beginning to rouse/

I add myself to the Magick Circle of Elk.

Daylight dips into the sweet rose

Her bower of flowers chastely.

Luminous colors of the Garden breathe deep.

Scarlet and feathers become her in sleep.

5.

I am the can-opener

Of your canned heat.

My flame between your hands.

You lived like a poisonous frog

All over South America.

Meditation rustles its feathers

As the unseen becomes visible…

O Volleyball

And your tanned legs

Leap to spike the ball

Over the net

                                              Into my dream.