Saturday, December 22, 2012

The Era of Illumination

written by Stephie Goldfish

Eventually, we arrive at the day. The end. The day the world ends. Ritualistically, we pray. We cry. We mourn. We grieve. As the day lingers on, we think upon our past, our endless cravings we've satisfied over the ages. We've reached our limits. Urgently, we wake up. Come to our senses. Only then, do we still. We quiet. We listen. We're mute in meditation. And overnight, it seems, this desire you've hungered and thirsted for, a new spiritual energy, rises up, in the new day, the new life, the Era of Illumination.

As in a Kundalini awakening, with a sounding hiss, you've risen. And you surrender to its bliss.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

A Letter to Me from My Wise Self

Dear Miss Stephanie,

I hope this finds you doing well since we last spoke. You were telling me the things deep in your heart and what you’ve been doing and wishing you had done or wishing you could still do with the rest of your life.

I know your medical condition limits you in very specific avenues as to what you can and can’t do. I know you would love to run a marathon or just run as long as you want and not get so out of breath. Remember, that although you may not be able to accomplish every desire you may have, like running a marathon, you can fulfill a lot of your desires that have been waning in your heart, just waiting for you to grasp onto them and let them lead you to greatness.

You have so much to bring to the table and your gifts that have been bestowed upon you are aching to be put on high like a lamp that shines upon the whole neighborhood. You must take the time now and let your gifts this universe gave you shine. Your gifts of writing and painting, and letting us see through your eyes — eyes that have witnessed a great deal of tragedy and pain, yet, eyes that have seen joy and happiness. Our souls are yearning to see through your eyes. We want to witness what you’ve witnessed in your lifetime.

You have so much to offer and share with us that needs to be told. Please don’t give up or shrink back in fear. Don’t worry if it’s wrong or right. Just do it. With whatever time is left for you, use it to show us. Show us your strength, love, honor, and wisdom in what you need and want to say.

Remember the play you saw with Elaine, called, “Score”, about the life of Leonard Bernstein? He tells us that there is not much time left, so do whatever you were meant to do and do it with all your heart. And learn from one another; work together and lead by example.

My dearest Stephanie, May you have the strength and wisdom needed to accomplish your dreams and desires. You have the gifts, now treasure these gifts and go forward in sharing your gifts with those you come in contact with, and don’t forget your roots, where you’ve come from and where you’re going.

In the stream of time, we are but a speck of dirt to our creator, but without each grain of sand there would be no beautiful beaches, without a particle of dust there would be no beautiful sunsets, and without a speck of dirt we wouldn’t be able to grow beautiful gardens of lotuses and roses.

Remember my long labors of toiling and plundering each of my grand things, so you go forth and do the same. Guide and nurture your gifts and in doing so you will be guiding and nurturing those you reach in heart and spirit.

May your life be long and fruitful!

~ Your wise and loving guide, nurturer, and friend. And don’t forget to take your vitamins C! And E!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Their God On the Road

written by Stephie Goldfish

she decides
to leave him

to his God on the road

Days later at a camp for refugees
in Dadaab, Kenya, she pleas

I am sure
he was alive
how my heart breaks

I am left to my fate


Two of the children
could not walk on

Instead of us all
dying there

I was forced

to leave them to their fate

Thinking of the other five children and their mother
he left behind at home

He said to himself

Save your life
for the interest
of the five

these two have their God


As lovers from our past friendships often cannot pursue
these will be my last words to you:

I wish you all the best in your life

we decide
to leave them

to their God on the road