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| Blog Name: | Aikido Alive London |
| Url: | http://www.aikidoalive.co.uk/London/Blog/Blog.html |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | Aikido, Spirituality, Meditation |
| Description: | This blog will feature more of the spiritual side of Aikido as it is what moves me deeply. Aikido and the exploration of life is a movement from the gross to the subtle. It is to become more sensitive and more alive to our shared experience. Let this blog move us in the direction of softer interaction, finer discrimination, and to a more powerful expression of our spirit. Bjorn Saw, Aikido Alive London, 2009. |
| Popularity: | 27 Followers |
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Rumi Intoxication of the Spirit
I would love to kiss you.The price of kissing is your lifeNow my loving is running toward my life shouting,What a bargain, let’s buy it.
I would love to kiss you.The price of kissing is your lifeNow my loving is running toward my life shouting,What a bargain, let’s buy it.
See, I Make All Things New
When you hear these wordsdo you hear?Look, seeI make all things new.These words holds beliefthere is faithalreadyin the readingit is wonderful mystery to itour mind cannot grasp itbut it resonates in our heartsee, I make all things newI turn waterinto wineBelief is acknowledging his voicein your heartas you readwhat he told usSee, I make all things new...
When you hear these wordsdo you hear?Look, seeI make all things new.These words holds beliefthere is faithalreadyin the readingit is wonderful mystery to itour mind cannot grasp itbut it resonates in our heartsee, I make all things newI turn waterinto wineBelief is acknowledging his voicein your heartas you readwhat he told usSee, I make all things new...
Open Arms
Let go with both your handsrely on the infinite mass just beyond your reachThe treasure storehouse needs no inventoryHow futile trying to define ourselvesfrom what we hold in our hands
Let go with both your handsrely on the infinite mass just beyond your reachThe treasure storehouse needs no inventoryHow futile trying to define ourselvesfrom what we hold in our hands
It stirs..
It begins deep inside a stir a gentle breeze calling me away early in the morning I hear it like a long lost memory soft sound of waves returning to the sea It begins like a rumour not yet distinct like when you sense someone's at the door This gentle calling catches me unaware when I settled down for the day work all done then it comes again and makes me share it with you
It begins deep inside a stir a gentle breeze calling me away early in the morning I hear it like a long lost memory soft sound of waves returning to the sea It begins like a rumour not yet distinct like when you sense someone's at the door This gentle calling catches me unaware when I settled down for the day work all done then it comes again and makes me share it with you
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