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“Living is a form of not being sure,
not knowing what next or how.
The moment you know how,
you begin to die a little.”

By Agnes De Mille

The following is a description of a talk
that will be held at the Sufi Conference in California
on October 19th 2008 by Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

When your heart sees Reality,
Then every atom of creation is a window of His house.

The mystical path is a journey into the unknown. Through the grace of the tradition we give ourselves to this mystery: we welcome both the darkness and the light, and learn to live with the vulnerability of the heart. And from the depths of the unknown, the beauty and power of the divine is born within ourselves and within the world.

The following excerpt is by Gabrielle Roth from her book “Connections”:

When you are not resisting, when you simply relax into the flow of your energy, you short-circuit your ego and create a space for your soul to emerge from the dark mysterious quiet within. However, if your surface persona is anxious, tightly wound, or filled with turbulence, your soul will retreat and remain in hiding, leaving the field wide open for an ego invasion.

The ego is the force that gets us into global messes as well as personal ones. It sees the world in black and white, good and evil, left and right. It has to be pro or con. It can never be with. It has to be for or against. It can never be part of it all. It can never just be. It always has to create tension and conflict. It can never let you relax and let go.

… You need a way to access the part of you that is connected to the whole, to find a proactive way to create peace in your piece of the world. You can’t have one part of you struggling against the rest of you or the many parts of you struggling against each other if you want to be fluid and free. Freedom comes when you are receptive to the voices of the oppressed, whether they be your hip, your mother, or downtrodden people. Through deep listening comes right action.

An excerpt of the book “To love and be loved” by Sam Keen:

“Men and women have made war on each other for so long
that much of what is most precious now hides itself.

Wild and tender things have retreated into the forest and will
reveal themselves only to those who respect their shyness.

Each of us lives within a private sanctuary into which we invite
only those who pay full attention to us and who wait patiently
until we open the door from the inside and welcome them.”

By Petra Prensky

My heart’s desire is and has been to find a friend,
someone I can drop all social masks, all playing cool
and simply be.

My heart’s desire is and has been to find a place
I feel safe, a home away from home, with people
I can be comfortable with.

My heart’s desire is and has been to find someone
who touches me just right, so that my body can
heal, relax and expand.

This is my heart’s desire. Yesterday, I opened up
to finally receiving it, today that door has closed
and it hurts.

It does not work if my heaven on earth is your
hell….

By Petra Prensky

There is an abandoned rose bush on the land.
It is overgrown by Tahitian Spinach.
The tree, which shaded it, got cut down.
Logs fell on its branches, they stayed there.

Yet the rose bush sent out new shoots.
And after years produced the first rose.
My husband found it and put it in a vase on my dresser.
It was red with jagged edges, its fragrance sweet and gentle.

I enjoyed it for a week, before it left my room.
Yesterday, my husband cut a second rose for me.
The Chinese rose beetles ate holes in its leaves,
I close my eyes, inhale its scent; it is beautiful to me.

Thank you rose bush for living and blossoming.
Those two red roses touched me through their unexpected presence.
Their existence surprised, inspired and moved me.
They are real roses: jagged, wild and smelling deliciously.

“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.”
Helen Keller

By Petra Prensky

Movement, sweat, I sweat out of every pore. Why don’t I dance every single moment of my life? Achy shoulder, boulder that I have carried with me. Dance it off, dance, dance, dance. A smile on my face, my vertebras hurt, stuck energy, fear in my neck. I am here, I made it. What tremendous work to have arrived here in this space with these bodies. Open and close, open and close, am I shy, am I open? Do I dare to be ecstatic? What will that mean? Nothing, absolutely nothing. I am here to stay. This room is much bigger, it can hold all that is inside of me. Space, space, ecstasy, fully letting go of all the old patterns. ‘Who am I?’, doesn’t even matter anymore. I have become whirling energy, spinning in a room of bodies.

By Petra Prensky

Leaves are rustling,

The sun is setting.

Nature is withstanding the noises and

Dealings of us humans.

The palm tree is swaying in the wind,

Bearing a bounty of coconuts,

Not caring, what will happen to them.

It must be nice not to think.

Not being able to worry about your offspring.

Just standing tall, taking in the sunshine,

The rain, the nutrients from the earth.

Looking closer, I see life teaming on its trunk,

Highways of ants, bugs, critters.

Rats love to make their nests in the crown.

The palm tree keeps on growing,

Shedding palm fronds and coconut bunches.

Letting the wind unite the sounds of the rustling fronds

With the music of the universe.

By Petra Prensky

The sweetness of your fluid embrace is lingering on my skin. Your scent is mingled with mine. I can still smell you. You gracious, strong, tender being you. Moving in unison, not being afraid of my own body’s reaction. Instead marveling at it, creating stillness, inwardness, so I can feel the reaction to your touch in my body. We are like lovers dancing in harmony, sometimes stepping on each others toes, getting thrown off balance.

What if I told you that I loved you. Would that spoil everything? Would it make the magic stop? Please God, don’t stop it, never stop this. This careful dance of two souls softening. I am melting, melting into my being, my uninhibited self. What if I told you that I wasn’t afraid anymore? What if I told you that it is alright now? What if I told you that God’s love is so abundant and always ready to be tasted? Would you bring your cup, emptied by everything, and let it be poured over by the divine love in each and every moment?