Friday, December 23, 2011

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:

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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 ( ) 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:

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

I always love to hear from you!

Peace & (((HUGS)))

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

Friday, December 9, 2011

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 .

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Crushed Petals (A poem)

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.