shake the dust

I`am so in love with this poem right now.................
listen softly,again and again and again.....
Read and enjoy.

This is for the fat girls.

This is for the little brothers.

This is for the school-yard wimps, this is for the childhood bullies who tormented them.

This is for the former prom queen, this is for the milk-crate ball players.

This is for the nighttime cereal eaters and for the retired, elderly Wal-Mart store front door greeters.
Shake the dust.

This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them,

for the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns,

for the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children,

for the nighttime schoolers and the midnight bike riders who are trying to fly. Shake the dust.

This is for the two-year-olds who cannot be understood because they speak half-English and half-god.
Shake the dust.

For the boys with the beautiful sisters. Shake the dust.

For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy,

for those gym class wall flowers and the twelve-year-olds afraid of taking public showers,

for the kid who's always late to class because he forgets the combination to his lockers,

for the girl who loves somebody else. Shake the dust.

This is for the hard men, the hard men who want to love but know that it won't come.

For the ones who are forgotten, the ones the amendments do not stand up for.

For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to and then are never spoken to.
Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself.

Do not let a moment go by that doesn't remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make you an oceans.

Do not settle for letting these waves settle and the dust to collect in your veins.

This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling,

for the poetry teachers and for the people who go on vacations alone.

For the sweat that drips off of Mick Jaggers' singing lips and for the shaking skirt on Tina Turner's shaking hips, for the heavens and for the hells through which Tina has lived.

This is for the tired and for the dreamers and for those families who'll never be like the Cleavers with perfectly made dinners and sons like Wally and the Beaver.

This is for the biggots,
this is for the sexists,
this is for the killers.
This is for the big house, pen-sentenced cats becoming redeemers and for the springtime that always shows up after the every single winter.

This -  This is for you.

Make sure that by the time fisherman returns you are gone.

Because just like the days, I burn both ends and every time I write, every time I open my eyes I am cutting out a part of myself to give to you.

So shake the dust and take me with you when you do for none of this has never been for me.

All that pushes and pulls, pushes and pulls for you.

So grab this world by its clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump on top and take it for a spin and when you hop off shake it again for this is yours.
This is yours!

Make my words worth it, make this not just another poem that I write, not just another poem like just another night that sits heavy above us all.

Walk into it, breathe it in, let is crash through the halls of your arms at the millions of years of millions of poets coursing like blood pumping and pushing making you live, shaking the dust.

So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands out stretched before you,
fingertips trembling,
though they may be.

Shake the dust.

Written and performed by Anis Mojgani


Ēostre ❤

Today it is Spring equinox and the first day of Spring.
It is also called Ostara, named from the Goddess Ostara or Ēostre
Ēostre is the Germanic Goddess of Spring and she is also connected with renewal and fertility.
Her symbols are eggs.  And eggs have been viewed as symbols of new life and fertility through the ages. She is also often pictured with a rabbit or hare.
Hares and rabbits have long been symbols of fertility.

Ostara is a time to celebrate the arrival of Spring, the renewal and rebirth of Nature.
It is a time to bless your spring seeds and place them in your heart and into the ground.
Nature is celebrating. The light is coming back. Spring will be it`s usual lush and abundant green. Every single time.
This is an excellent time of year to begin anything new or to completely revitalize something. 
To shake the dust of ourselves. Renew our thoughts, our dreams, and our commitments. Renewing our relationships. Recycling.
We can reflect on the ways we spend our time and energy and whether they are in alignment with  and support what we truly value.

Spring cleaning, from the inside-out, is a good way of manifest and express the energy of renewal and new beginnings. Clear out clutter and stagnation, regrets and old grudges.
Make space for new growth and abundance. Shake it all out!

Set up a spring altar, with gemstones and colored eggs, daffodils and tulips, chocolate bunnies, candles, a cup of water…maybe with some crystals; rose quartz, blue calcite, amethyst and citrine.
Use your own fantasy and create the altar you want to celebrate Spring.
Or Easter if you want ;)

Face the Sun.


borrowed from google



Trust the process

Growing hurts sometimes.

And at the same time it is a breathtaking journey.
To grow. To enjoy the ride.

We need courage to grow.
Like the tiny but brave flowers, who grow out of the mud into the light during springtime.
We are not separate from the Nature.
We also need to nourish ourselves.
Water our souls from the inside.
Feeding our precious, earthly beings with respect.
Again and again.

Believe in yourself - trust the process.

Be radical, honest and compassionate!
Be the remarkable person you truly are!



The Invitation

For you on this fullmoon day - like a whispering of truth.
It is like glitter around my heart.

It doesn’t interest me what you do for living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with JOY, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the moon.

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live of how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

 Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Värmland sunset 2010