Theresa Marie Sergneri's blog

Body School

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 17:11:47 +0000

School the word sends a chill through the body....oh yes tis ok now. Safe. Past redeemed created anew. A dancing day....happy to play in the body again....soon. A place of prayer. School and church those words are loaded. Micro of Life...learn and make a space... a sacred place create anew. Learn from the inside to the outer form. Spirit creates the form...the lesson to open and ride the Wave...to innocence... hand in hand...back to the Garden. Play at this constant communion that will create beauty and harmony my will is Thy Will...we all will live the dream we are created to dream, a collective no one left in this outer darkness.... Suffering one way..sad worn out dance, now go to the other side...dance through this haze... play spin from this pattern into the new age the promised land milk and honey star boogie shuffle lets go into this shinny age of Aquarius where the mind creates with broad strokes and colors of the rainbow. Earth Air Fire and Water the elemental world is our Teachers. Very quiet to hear that still small voice.....dance into the magic of their world. See you there

Cycles

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 20:33:33 +0000

Perfect in form
Amazing view..spinning so fast Talking Self can see and see she does...these lessons not forgotten...re-membered in the body.
The dance between mother and father. Reaction vs action. Choices here oh how interesting . Take it apart and move add others and a big ahh so that is what that looks like. sad. tragic. Just a point in time stuck till The Witness shows up to peer into the Soul and blesses it...well done.... now... a turn in the cycle. Come along human doing and lets grow up...all together now. Alee alee we are Free. Adolescence to Full Grown.... make room now to become ....that adult that came with all these amazing things to be...Human Being. Being with all of Creation a part apart of an amazing design. Perfect in Form.

holy days

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 19:36:00 +0000

sacred and profane
fine lines blur holy days tension runs high familal patterns run deep into despair
disrepair bring balance to the past
bless it keep it holy....whole
revisit get it right
write this wrong
a new story
suffering into art
I see the dance
flailing fear between mother and father the breach heaven and earth...the Garden little one divine will dance you home
Truth written in the heart handmade maid life the path with heart..soulful words promise the new story redemption this land all connects and paints a miracle of a life re storied. I see your dance little one the wounding hand... family secrets scream through the body no thing hidden silly really screams so loud never sleep this peace the birthright promised land. damn straight these days held out so smart to wait it out the re-membering the forgetting preordained ok remember to remember forgot to remember just forgot....awake in the dream little time left no more time is now to create this earth on the throne with heaven King and Queen Integrity and Integration all lines up.