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Amanda Fiorino: Posted on Friday, January 13, 2012 5:19 AM
There's a glowing Humming Pulsing Light Off - in the distance Always in the distance Calling to you Echoing through the caverns Walls and passageways.
And you're drawn to it Compelled Like a moth to the flame It burns away everything Old layers of skin Not yet shed Folded in upon itself Wave after wave Fold after fold
Mantras fill the body
Take up residence in bone and blood Fusing you together The flame waits In Patience As Patience In Peace |
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Amanda Jade Fiorino: Posted on Tuesday, December 13, 2011 4:41 PM
Body
language is a mantra of self-expression. Have you ever encountered,
from a distance of longing, the being walking within their own world,
rhythmically and with carefree grace bouncing to the beat of music or
singing out loud for all those close enough and far enough to hear? Not a
care for others perceptions, opinions, judgments, stirrings of
confusion... simply wrapped up in the joy of movement,
of being a creative counterpart in the expression of existence? Happy
as a clam - and you wonder how happy could a clam be? |
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Amanda Fiorino: Posted on Saturday, November 19, 2011 7:58 PM
“It’s like a song [Life]. Now, I
could hold a note for a long time. Actually, I can hold a note forever, but
eventually it’s just noise. It’s the change we’re listening for, the note
coming after, and the one after that. That’s what makes it music.”Angel Life is music! It’s a symphony of ebb &
flow – of rhythmic change. Undulating and palpitating. Rising and falling.
Expanding and contracting. The breath in and the breath out. In order to
breathe, to keep moving, we must release the inhale in order to exhale, and
release the exhale in order to inhale. |
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Amanda Fiorino: Posted on Friday, November 18, 2011 6:51 AM
Caelum Sweet sensual sky Drawing my spirit to
remarkable heights Infinite expansion of
galaxies intertwined With colors I could
only dream
Splashed with the
deepest of purples And the brightest of
reds Strokes of gold and
shades of blue Monet’s impression
could not capture you.
You drag and pull my
gaze At once, from Earth Through your endless
sea of blue.
Could I swim in you, Weightless and free You carry the passing
of days: My yesterday is today And my today,
tomorrow
You have witnessed
unspeakable joys |
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Amanda Fiorino: Posted on Saturday, October 29, 2011 7:01 AM
Reciprocity
Flowering before her Her insides grow like ivy Covering her heart Her lungs and ribs laced with green Springing from beneath are blossoms.
Perpetual future filled with color She mustn't pluck these lotuses
These lilies too soon They must mature
"Your love could be the soil And your patience, the rain Water and nourish this swelling growth Deep... from the inside out At the center of me"
The passing of time will radiate eternity And on a fine Spring day She will pluck a peony for you A passion flower for your heart |
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Amanda Fiorino: Posted on Friday, September 30, 2011 7:30 AM
There are moments in our lives where everything seems to slow down, to settle - the calm before the storm. These are the moments in our lives that accompany the intuitive sensation at our core, letting us know something profound is going to happen. The winds of change are blowing our way, but stillness has the floor. It waits, like an usher, as we begin to take our seats within our soul so that we may begin to watch our lives unfold.
I've never feared a storm. In fact, I feel energized by storms. |
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Amanda Jade: Posted on Monday, August 29, 2011 2:07 PM
"I love you!" What does it mean when one utters these words? Better yet, what action do these words evoke? Some might argue that love is the very essence of life, that love gives life meaning (hooksall about love). If love gives life meaning, then love is not simply a fleeting, momentary emotion. Love is something that is deeply rooted in the self, where it becomes a moving force that influences and informs the way in which we perceive ourselves, others, and the world. Love, in this sense, is based in |
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Posted on Thursday, August 18, 2011 8:39 AM
"Mahakala is seen standing on the corpse of two human bodies, thus
symbolizing the death of negativities and the complete uprooting of negative
patterns to such a point that, like a dead body, they will not come to
life.
It is very important that we know these symbols of Mahakala because many
times we have mistaken notions that he may be a clinging spirit or harmful,
evil being, perhaps even the Lord of Death ready to devour and attack. One
would find great difficulty in relating to the various symbols without
understanding that our awakened compassion is the essential quality of the
being of Mahakala.
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Posted on Thursday, August 18, 2011 8:12 AM
A person’s first encounter with
yoga generally begins at a physical level, the level which provides us with a
more immediate connection and understanding. When we engage our bodies within
the asana (posture) practice we challenge our muscles both in strength and flexibility;
we dare our joints, ligaments, and tendons to move just a little beyond their
range of motion; and, we call upon the strength of our bones to support
us. Today's asana practice is quite
physical, but if you take a more mindful and closer look that same strength,
flexibility, and range of motion runs deeper than our physical experience
initially provides. |
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Amanda Jade Fiorino: Posted on Friday, August 05, 2011 8:20 PM
In Daoist belief "the liver is the home ofShen, the soul". Now for westerners, this is a strange, and in some ways, provocative belief because we are more prone to thinking that the heart is the seat of the soul. However, Daoist belief would challenge us here, yet again, with the belief that "theheartis thehome of thinking" (Clark,YinSights).
Imagine if all the major, important decisions throughout the course of our life were contemplated and approached through the heart? |
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