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Posted by Emily Stern
butterfly, transition, and faith
The Zombies are such spiritually enlightened ones who give up the self
and follow the way.
The bloody headless ones have only the heart that is the path.
and the vampires, yes, who live forever know the immortal and teach your blood they place beyond.
In the foundation below the foundation
or simply the FOUNDation that I am opening to you with the cheesed of yesod
and in love.
Why can't i just say what I mean, and say it and not be afraid
That you see it?
For you see it
I think we wanted to expand the world before the when we say this is all.
That you tell me what your eyes saw that day in the basement with signs of simplistic quotes of faith hung by preschool teachers.
And we can play and you enjoy when I'm myself. Deep in the forest of existence is the world of you're supposed to be. I'm not gonna write so that you love me, and I have noticed that when I care for you, I let you know that sometimes the face gets ripped off and finds the You you are.
I miss you
I’ve missed you.
I’ve missed knowing.
I asked for this life.
I asked for what’s true.
People not on this path… are looking for you.
I am grateful to you. I am in newness of this. I am in love with you and think this could be in subtile ways very helpful. I will learn that honesty can align with glowing goodness and expansion- true, deep honesty. Love is so speakable and we can share that. We are here to be in sharing of what is here. I will tell you what I can about what is here in presence and peace. I am so sorry.
In all ways
You know them, and they display the love we feel when we enter the depths, when we expand beyond what we ever knew what good was or wrong was and light and dark. They say we're immortal, just playing a game, horror and terror, treasures in our chests. We'll make a sound and sing for you this golden cloth.
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April 4, 2013 | 4:22 pm
Posted by Emily Stern
album art by emily stern © 2012Birth Day is an album of 8 songs woven with lyrical melodies and 3 intricately crafted poems orchestrated almost entirely by natural sounds. It explores archetypes and the divine feminine in our collective unconscious with extreme sensitivity to the complexity and daring of spiritual experience. Musical accompainment includes chant, prayer, cicadas, bees, birds, heartbeat, the shofar, a full home birth, thunderstorms, and a conglomerate of conversations on Amsterdam Avenue on a Saturday at midnight.
Available on iTunes by searching in iTunes for my name "emily stern" or the album's title, "birth day."
Two of the poems, "Songbirds," renamed "Soul Sings," and "Remembering Love" were first posted on this blog. All lyrics are availble on my website by clicking on song titles.
March 21, 2013 | 3:54 pm
Posted by Emily Stern
you are the child moses
you are the river in red.
the scared child is a myth
the child within
you are the child moses and
will soon be free and dreamy
follow him.
March 20, 2013 | 10:56 am
Posted by Emily Stern
I had a dream that while we kissed
my heart beat really fast. so fast that it split the sea.
Forever and Ever we say that G-d reigns.
we say that God wins.
And like in a garden that dream was
planted
right before shabbat came in, your final seed
the seed of freedom
that split the sea. (what am I talking about? click here)
And we as we walk ARE that heart
while we walk our hearts split seeds
open and so new things can grow
the world is awake to see
to see to see.
Forever gets stale really fast
except that at the root is THIS
and the stem is NOW
and the bloom is the sea.
that last seed before shabbat came in
was the first to plant
what's
here in the heart.
I had a dream that while we kissed my heart beat really, really fast. so fast that it went before me
and my chest has opened through me.
#passover #pesach #miracles #immanent divinity #heart #fallinginlove #dream #heartcenteredjudiasm #riseinshine #splittingthesea #rambam
March 17, 2013 | 1:37 pm
Posted by Emily Stern

every time is
complete
it is neither divine
or perfect,
it is only what is
and that is the
best thing I have ever known
in love,
I love you,
God, any time.
and I am to deal
with the love
that is.
it burst me sometimes
and i am in love
All is divine,
you is are perfect.
so much
in sensation
I die.
so much in feeling
that
i can try a layer of protection
and say this
"the time..."
the person,
the thing
the space
the world
the anything that
and yet, it is all
complete.
I love you and feel
that I need to tell you
that I am in love.
i am so graciously
thankful.
you are gift.
you are
the thing you want to be.
March 7, 2013 | 2:52 pm
Posted by Emily Stern
Photo by Wikipedia.
She is humbled not by the rain or big storms
but by the sweetness of the Heart
and the sweetness that she is.
February 21, 2013 | 12:57 pm
Posted by Emily Stern

you're drowning in a sea of love.
it's not the worst death
choosing life.
February 13, 2013 | 3:14 pm
Posted by Emily Stern

It is said not to trust anyone who tries to change the
Torah to say, "oh, they didn't mean this," or "I don't have to do
that…
I sit by the players of bells-- twinkly ones and ones
that shook more in the earth's emeralds.
I am seated next to the one who plays banging
reactive drum.
and a drone of the harmonium and the beautiful ways the
buttons are pushed and the freedom in doing the bells- she
musically gifted . . . oh, thank G-d.
And they speak chants of another language in trance are
love for G-d and I get to see you on the subway platform!
and "splendor," I say inside.
Oh, thankfulness I am.
Oh, thankfulness.
because the derech flows and Is river
and dirt road and fenced and sometimes fields . . .
This is gentle advice . . . to not follow any other religion. A
boundary so thin that it is only thankfulness.
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