To all the Gypsies

My head and heart have been filled with so many things. Shadows and glimmers of light, blooming into stories. There is something in the air that hints at change. I see it outwardly… a big move coming, and a chance to see my life from a different vantage point. It is empowering to take a step forward into the unknown, and closer to the life that feels congruent with my spirit.

In some ways I feel like I am finally learning to dance, and yet I am still learning from my own inner monsters… but isn’t that the journey we are all on? For now I see a few things clearly. The moment to moment just makes sense, as long as I don’t think too much about it. “Just be”, That’s what I hear in my heart.

Here is to new life, and new adventures. I am opening myself up to the good things. I am taking time to let myself be with love, and light. To be with my dreams, and my goals. I know there is a lot of magic still to be found.

Now that all these changes are happening I have to honor when I can and cant do things. I need to honor when there is no need to write, and jump at the chance to explore a new idea. It doesn’t always make sense on the outside. But life isn’t about making sense to the outside world… it’s about making sense to yourself.

My prayer is that I can learn to dance, to move and grind with all the things that live inside, and all the things that the Universe is sending my way. The more open, the more humble, and the more grateful I am the more magic I seem to find. I guess that is grace. I affirm grace in this moment, in each moment.

Take a moment to feel the grace inside of you. Take a moment to affirm grace. Be beautiful, and be brace. Most of all spread your love to the world… there is so much need for this right now. It is so easy to forget that!

Sending love to all the Gypsies out there.

Shaheen

Just Like the White Wing Dove: R.I.P Sylvia Browne

I was devastated to learn that Sylvia Browne passed away this morning. I slept horribly last night, woke up many times, and eventually found myself sitting up in bed with a pounding headache. The day began with an “off” feeling that persisted thought the course of the day. When I finally heard the news about her passing it all made sense!

Sylvia has been a beautiful influence in many peoples lives, including mine. Her books, lectures and teachings have touched on so many deep and moving things. I know that I devoured her books when I was younger, and even now I reference her work in my own. Though some people have a negative view of her, I’ve always found her wit, candor and wisdom to be uplifting and insightful.

I met Sylvia at one of her lectures when I was still in High School. Her warm eyes looked into me, and she pulled me closer and listen as I spoke. She signed my books and conversed with me… for those few minutes she gave me her undivided attention. I gifted her with a journal I had bound for her. A few months later I found a letter in the mail written to me from Sylvia, thanking me for the gift, the conversation and apologizing for the delay in responding. I will never forget that.

Sylvia, I know you are having a wonderful celebration wherever you are. We will miss you, but your spirit, your work and all your love will still carry us through for years to come. And if you ever need to chat… you know how to find me 😉

My prayers go out to Sylvia, and her family. I am sorry for your loss, and I know we are all deeply saddened by the loss of such a legend. All of prayers are lighting her path back home.

All the best,

Shaheen

Drawing Down the Moon: Blue Moon Tonight

“This infrequent and exceptional Blue Moon phase seen about every two-and-a-half years encompasses extraordinary power. The Blue Moon is a time of enormous influence for prophecy and divination. Its energies can be summoned for protection, wisdom and love. It is believed that any workings held beneath the Blue Moon are given additional magickal energy, which makes this time magnificent for all work in manifesting goals, passion, healing, strength, and power.”
-Lady Abigail, http://www.witchvox.com/va/dt_va.html?a=usfl&c=words&id=8525

 

I awoke panting, heavy, and steaming with the heat of the night. The Moon floated softly on feather light clouds that hung low in the sky. I could hear her whispering to me. Come closer. Closer. I wanted to touch the face of her opalescent mystery.

I pulled at threads that lead to something strange and beautiful. I could feel the unraveling of my senses, of everything. There was nothing but dew and pearls covering my body as I floated gently in the sky. I was stardust, skyclad and spinning.

My essence became blue like the moon. An awakening happened deep within me. Moon light filled every forgotten crack and dark space that writhed in pain. I pulsed with spiritual energy.

I pulled the Moon into my body. Penetrated by Moonshine. Magic vibrated in the lining of my skin.

Dangerous Love

13837_168322376355_535481355_3379155_6155065_n“The dangerous thing about love is you give a part of yourself away. You give that person a piece of your heart, and you can never get it back again. That’s the beautiful, tragic price of love. Even when it ends… it truly lives on in some mystical place. Time and distance cannot erase what was, or be shifted by what will be. Love is a permanent and ever-changing being. ” -Shaheen

 

No matter how this story ends, it began in love. I felt so beautiful in your eyes and arms. You took me to the mountains. You whispered me love songs. You danced me across rooms, my eyes closed, nothing but the scent of you and your heartbeat. I know we had a love that only comes once in a life. If it’s over now… it still lives on somewhere. Where I was loved, I was home. I hope that you know.

No matter where you go, whomever you choose again to love, just know that you were the one. I will always have a place for you in my heart. There will always be an invisible silver band on the ring finger of my left hand. And you will always be handsome and precious to me… even when years have passed. And when we are old, I hope we can hold hands and say… we are the best of friends.

For now we can be silent. We can circle around our feelings. We can touch faintly on what really is. You can say you are moving on, and I can say I just don’t care. I can secretly cry, and you can secretly be lost out there. Just know if there comes a night, when the day has been too hard, you can’t handle anymore harsh words, and you need to come home… the right side of my bed will be opened for you. Crawl in by the light of the moon and lay down your sorrow to me. I will love you.

I mourn the loss of love that was snuffed out before it could really begin. We were children in love… so much to grow and learn. We had the world in our hands. You threw it away. I know it was in fear, and nothing else. I know now I did nothing wrong. And I know you still love me. But why did you run from me. What could I have done to make you stay? Why did both of our hearts have to break this way? We had a love strong enough to brave the storm.

But I flung myself hard against the storm, and I shattered once again. I’m not really sure if we can leave here with something warm. Unless we remember that they flames of love never really die. There will come a night, when you slip out of your shell, and you fall deep into the glow of my eyes. You will tell me everything. You will fall in love again. You will realize what is missing. And you will want it back.

No one can fill us up in the same way. No one can see the beauty in your flaws. No one can love me enough to make me calm. We were supposed to be. We are meant to be. You are my everything… and one night you will wake up with a stranger and wonder where you’re husband has gone. And I will be there… somewhere trying to sleep again. Come home, baby.

© Shaheen Miro 2013

 

Dream Gypsy Boy… Dream

Photo on 2012-03-29 at 21.31 #4There is magic in trying, but not knowing. Sometimes you have to close your eyes and go along for the ride. I have danced in the dark many times… and some how I have always came out unscathed. My scars are badges that mark the successes of my journey. You may not see the strength in your beauty as you go through life… because it’s not always easy to see the road you’ve traveled unless you learn to fly overhead.

It’s not worth trying to rationalize the dreams we have. I’m finished with reason and sensibility… it’s not what seems logical, it’s what feels wonderful. I am living my life for me, for all the things I love, for what makes me vital. If it feeds my spirit then it’s right. Regardless of how insane that may seem.

There should be no regret in heeding the call. It may be misunderstood, but then again that is in the eyes of onlookers… and you should never do it for them anyway. I’ve traveled the edge of dreamland and stood astounded by the glory and mystery. Those moments live in my heart, delicious seeds germinating in silence. The dream hasn’t ended because the dream has just begun.

Here I stand in the threshold of what was, what is, what will be… what has always been, and yet hasn’t had a chance to begin. And here I will jump of the ledge and the embrace of angel wings will lift me up beyond the pain. I will soar, you can soar, there is room enough for us all to fill the skies… there can never be too many stars shinning in the night.

Reach out your hand, close your eyes, and dive. Don’t play the game, just jump in and dance. You can’t change their actions, or reactions, you can only grind to your own rhythm. And remember… if you do it in love, if you do it in trust, if you do it because it feels right to your heart… then it will touch everyone around you in a positive way, either now or someday, and magic will bloom until it fills the room, the eyes and the spirits of everyone.

He said… dream gypsy boy… dream

Shaheen

© Shaheen Miro 2013

Curious to Dream

Here I am falling curious again. I’ve been pulling at a tiny thread to my dreams… and now it’s unraveling fast. I’ve always known that my dreams would sail if I practiced patience and positive thinking (which is f-ing difficult!). Starshine is elusive; you have to carry a certain feeling in your heart to catch it.

Waiting is deafening. The anticipation entangles you. You become fixed on the feeling of wanting… instead of placing your heart on the feeling of having. If you want to live that dream, you must carry the surreal feeling with you in everyday life.

This really is a matter of fact verses fiction. Many of us have convinced ourselves that dreams are ephemeral. That’s something you hear about in fairy stories… it will never happen to me. Talk about the antithesis to getting what you want! Dreams fall on those who are willing. You can’t catch raindrops, if you wont stick your tongue out.

Try living the dream before it’s even made an appearance.

There is this painful dichotomy that exist between what we want and what we need. We tell ourselves lies that we have to live in the real world, and relegate what we love to the realm of hobbies. Bullshit! You can do whatever you want. You can have your cake and eat it too… if you dare to do so!

Why not make your art your life, isn’t that the most trustworthy way to live?

So many of us believe that you have to be good little boys and girls… give your 40 hours a week to the cubicle gods, and then have fun on the weekends. We have to do what’s right… get college educations, wear suites and ties, carry brief cases. If not, then we’ll just be a bunch of starving artists… living on moonbeams and air!

This whole mindset just makes my skin crawl. We have to banish this nonsense. You have to rage against the “norms”. Fight your negative upbringing. Burn the hell out of those “tapes” that bog you down. If you want to make a change, live your dreams, and really be happy…do it!

Wake up everyday and just know that you are/will do what you love!

Try it out. See where it takes you. The magic is there, just waiting to be called on!

© Shaheen 2013

The Poetry of Death

Death is a reminder to us that everything is in constant motion; an endless dance that moves us from one phase to the next. Passing through doors you remain a part of the changeless change. As a caterpillar dies to the beauty of a butterfly, so does our soul here on earth shed it shell to fly with something a little more spectacular, brilliant and gleaming. Death is the teacher, the keeper and the lover. Death gives us the gift of living… if only we see it before our time.

A Prayer to Touch the Divine

Universal spirit of love and light

Wrap your satin glow around me

In protection, power and grace

Give me the vision to see beyond

These walls that keep me bound

In this illusion of depletion and separation

Hush my ego self so that spirit may whisper to me

Working through my fragile shell to guide

Those who seek refuge in your light

Allow me to access with clarity

The wisdom, the healing and the knowledge

Of the all knowing, the I Am

So that our path in this earth-walk may be

A little easier, a little brighter

Let me bask in the love of the Universe

Grant me the courage and the power to see

The love and light within my spirit

Allow me to step beyond the veil

To the world where we have not forgotten our glory

Where time flows into one golden ring

And the answers I seek are found

And where the desires I have are made real

With the hand of celestial helpers guiding me

And the love of the guiding flames

Let me walk this path

In this moment, in each day

So shall it be

© Shaheen Miro 2009

Fire Light

Owner, Dudva.

We came here faithful and wild eyed. Looking for answers as the smoke made rings around their heads. They were forgotten angels, forged in the heat and pressure of another storm. Beyond your memory is hidden a history far greater than can be told in words.

I lit a candle, burned it for 3 days to heal the pain. The color was liquid red and hot like the sweat that ran down your face as I was leaving. You were begging for change, and yet I had changed long before you knew. Why do they forsake the ones they love?

So they sing. They sing as the dark falls around them. A gentle cloak of raven black. There you can hear the words being whispered to silhouettes of strangers. Faces of marionettes suspended from memories. Make me up how you want to. Make them believe I was nothing and you were everything.

He wanted badly to touch the heart of the mystery. A dangerous soul who would rage against the gods. Fire could rain down. Prayers couldn’t protect him. There’s not map to guide you as you slip away into your own misery. Mock them as you run. They will taunt you. We can still pray… even though prayers are useless now.

If I can wake up and breathe again. Does that mean none of it was real? I might just be another memory. She said the white doves are calling to us now. We can walk on the edge of what was, and what will be. We can dance with the dead to feel alive again. There’s no shame in burning a candle… even if it can’t drown out the night.

I whisper one more time before its over. I touch my lips gently to the flame. Kissing the fire. Another form of passing. Wind catches light and pushes it into oblivion. A fragile soul is lost to the dark again. Snuffed out. No more light. No more life. I hope the prayers still burn brightly on the other side.

© Shaheen Miro

LA, LA Land

Sticky, hot, wet feelings of fame and illusion hang heavy in the air. There is something deceptively titillating about this place. Everything shines even through the smog and grim cover it with a protective film. Maybe there is a need for things to be hidden under layers of dust. This is what protects the original dream of shinning lights and real life fantasies.

I remember looking down and seeing the city of LA burning like a bed of embers in a black void. The lights of houses, the lights of dreams, the lights of misery, the lights of mystery… they were sparks in my dead of night, sending chills through my body and soul, they made my heart stop a little.

Coming here has been a pilgrimage. Maybe even a coming of age. I always find myself in new places. I am a nomad. There is always a new experience to be had; a new place to explore. I am uncovering facets of who I am. I am finding pieces of my destiny. This place is part of my destiny.

Being here has ignited a candle that has waited patiently to burn within me. I am taking the hand of destiny and allowing myself to float away. Things will come to me. Things come to those who are willing to be brave. I am praying to be brave enough to see what’s next. I am praying to be strong enough to do what I am called to do.

The time is almost up and I will return home, I know this place will be another home in my heart….though I know gypsies never really have homes, only places that make them feel safe and alive for awhile. I’m in no rush to be anywhere. But I am anxious to get back to the things that really feed my inner being.

It’s clear to me now how much we know about our destiny if we only stand still for a few moments, silence our fears and listen to the voice within. I have known things my whole life, maybe not in their entirety, but at least as a little seed, a feeling. Now that I trust these morsel of truth, doors are opening.

I came here to be a story-teller. I’m not always sure how I will tell the story, or whose story it will be… but I trust in the wind and where it takes me. So I am standing here on the edge of something greater than we can ever know, I am spreading my arms and letting myself fall into unseen wings.