In my Culture, (which is Lebanese) I am called Sheikha...she is a
mirror..a reminder of'that presence'...and a cook. The understanding
that comes through a Sheikha gives nourishment and transforming energy
to many....

we have all left and re grouped here...we have transformed a hostile
energy into one of solidarity and peace... we are creating a feast for
all of you and I am honored to be so beautifully received by such warmth
and welcome....

asalaam aleikum...which means... PEACE, from MY HEART to YOUR HEART!!


here is my first piece for you....









i am not what anyone could be looking for
chaos is the order of the day
the ruins of a wild fire that has not gone out
have quite alot to say
come near and i will make you warm
hold on and you will burn
there is nothing left familiar here
and i do not want to harm
take heed and hear me
my madness won't be tamed
i am a woman for every season
and one that wont be named



alexandra..2000

you see, you hear
you feel....
your fascination has exposed you
knows the mark , your aching.
you're wide open now, no secret here
the wounds are raw
and bleeding.

you are prey for the predator
the scent is in the air,
where will you hide ?
no camouflage!
to shield the fair
child i'm concealing.

I found my strength,
no more honor in survival,
we use whatever we have
in finality that is primal.
so now I call this shot
the last words of the day
look into all my faces
you have nothing more to say
in this mirror facets revealed......
.....tooo many to be fathomed,
screaming ,searching,finding
your sisters eyes,
your daughter....
look at mine again
and one last time
before you see the slaughter
that my blade made of your comrades
as i gave up all my honor

alexandra ©2005

we are wisdom , and healing. roasted meat
and the star Canopus. we're
ground and spilled wine soaking in.
when illness comes, we cure
it. For sadness we prescribe a
friend. for death, a friend. Run
to meet us on the road. we stay
modest, and we bless. we look like this.
but this is a tree and we
are morning wind in the leaves
that makes the branches move
silence turning into this , now that.

we searched eachothers face
constantly
holding on to our eyes
desperation reminding us we
are alive
i counted all their sleepy heads each
night i fought
and threatened the god who gave us up
prayed for amnesia
from the sight
running
her body flying in the earlylight
the colour of her heart
across my skin
spilled over the field
run on run on
and the girl that once resembled
me
was gone
blood on my hands
and the child within me leaps
their faces turned up to me for answers
and so we staggered on
no one knowing
the horror that i left
behind
or what my
knife had done




alexandra 2000

lovely alex

i
am filled
with you
skin
blood
bone
brain
breath
heart
and soul


there is no room for trust

or lack of trust


nothing in this existence but that existence







rumi

And...the journey succeed along with is we carry...
---------

Remembered past
but a wisp, nothing more
Clear your mind
and heart, of old blood
Renew you soul
with freshness entire
Being who you really are
not a ghosts idea
Today you ARE whole
the scars have title
With the doer

Nene
2005

i will not tame this wildness
that dares me to defy certain orders of the day



walk out






walkabout

then...

master is in excellence

ride the wind in beautiful form

touch upon those spirits that reach out with light

taste the pure honey of love
golden, clear

and be you, only you...

Always...

Nene
2005

E'er the beginnings run
onward to more
Centuries past are now, and more
hindsight in forward
Reveal this thing called time and time
Yet, grasped is not
To live and ride that motion
is the future
There is no end...

Nene
2005

do you think that i know what i an doing??!
that for one breath or half breath, i belong to myself??

as much as a pen knows what it is writing
or a ball can guess where it is going next??











lol :o)











rumi ......but it may as well be me!

this is how a human being can change

there's a little worm, addicted to eating grape leaves
it's whole life is devoted to this delight!

suddenly !! it wakes up,call it grace or whatever
something wakes her and she is no longer a worm
!!!
she is the entire vineyard and the orchard too!!
the fruit the trunks and a growing wisdom and joy

that has no need to devour

But to offer life, and love

wisdom shared among the new buds

tiny fruits with seeds of their own

to sew new trunks, and new, new...

until orchards spread, and all

are connected, purity in giving

without expectations

and, accepting wine with wisdom


nene
2005

there is a community of the spirit
join it. and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise

drink all your passion!
and be a disgrace!

close both eyes
to see with the other eye.

Open your hands
if you want to be held

sit down in this circle

you moan,"he left me". "she left me"

twenty more will come!
be empty of worrying and move outside
the tangle of fear thinking..,

why stay in prison ?
when the door is so wide open!

when what we love is everywhere!

very few can sit down
in the middle of the fire itself
like a salamander
we need each other, intermediaries

fullness comes
but usually we have
to be eating to feel it

beauty surrounds us
but usually it takes a garden or a sunset to know it

this body itself
is a screen
to shield and
partially reveal

the light
that's blazing inside your presence

water,
stories,the body,
all the things we do
are mediums

that hide and show what's hidden

study them
and enjoy this being washed
with a secret we sometimes know



and then not :o)

very few can sit down
in the middle of the fire itself
like a salamander
we need each other, intermediaries

fullness comes
but usually we have
to be eating to feel it

beauty surrounds us
but usually it takes a garden or a sunset to know it

this body itself
is a screen
to shield and
partially reveal

the light
that's blazing inside your presence

water,
stories,the body,
all the things we do
are mediums

that hide and show what's hidden

study them
and enjoy this being washed
with a secret we sometimes know



and then not :o)

then, not...

but be within all things
as all things are in us...

see the star twinkle above
secret messeges to all others

morse code of coldness
echos in hearts

to warm and shine
on open minds

and, give it to all
whom cannot see

let the seers go between
closed minds and visit

each spirit, each molecule
mutant version, natural change

walk along the blade of grass
then, jump! from it's tip

into oceans of dew
clear sighted beings

remember the chain
links us all in love, and light...



miss you love...thinking of you, too.;)

inside a lover's heart there's
another world, and yet another

inside the Friend/Heart of this community
of lovers, an ear that interprets

mystery

a vein of silver in the ground, another sky!
Intellect and compassion are ladders we climb
and there are other ladders:
as we walk in the night,
the voice that speaks of acceptance
forgiveness


inside my universe
candlelight itself becomes a moth
to die in your candle...

a candle as it diminishes explains
"gathering more and more is not the way"
"burn! become light and heat and guide the melting!"


if love did not want music and poetry and laughter?
what would i say???

if you were not the medicine, i would look sick and pale

if there were no grace and no kindness
conversation would be useless,
and nothing would matter

listen to the new magic that arrives every day
if light were not beginning again in the east
i would not wake and walk outside to greet you!!!

On the day you kill me
you'll find in my pocket
Travel Tickets
to peace
to the fields and the rain
to people's conscience.
Don't waste the tickets

what was said to the rose that made it open,
was said to me here inside my chest....


what was said to the cypress to make it strong
and straight,

what was whispered to the Jasmine so it is what it is,...
whatever made sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town Chigal in Pakistan, that makes
them soooo handsome, whatever lets


the pomegranate flower blush like a schoolgirls face, that is

being said to me now. I blush.

whatever put eloquence in language,
that's happening here

the great warehouse doors open, i fill
with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane

in love with the one to whom every 'that' belongs!