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RHYTHMS

http://sols.gaia.com — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 23:06:03 GMT

Rythyms (c) by Sol Spitz

Horses carry an element

of nature that is

of this earth ~~~

Horses are forces of nature

that remind us of

our ancient rhythyms ~~~

There is balance in our lives

when we learn to trust

this flow of rhythms ~~~ Sol

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Tags: Rhythms, horses

Questionnaire, Regarding Our Connections With Nature

http://sols.gaia.com — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 18:43:47 GMT

I am planning some future presentations regarding our connections with nature, of which mine will have the horse as a focal point, and my photography will set up the atmosphere,,,
Our connections with nature is like a compelling work of art,,,something about it comes out to grab our attention and at the same time draws us in,,,so I have 12 questions, some of which overlap, as may some answers,,,it takes a few minutes,,

all of these have to do with something that stirs us inside, and I'd like to have your individual perspectives, out of curiosity, of course,,,

you can either leave the comments here or message them to me privately, thanks, best regards, to you, and your homes, Sol

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1) what element (s) do you relate with ? ,,, and list 3 adjectives that describe ,,,

2) what weather, or natural phenominon, do you relate with ?

3) what forces of nature do you relate with the strongest ?

4) what is your strongest connection with nature ?

5) what animal do you relate with the strongest ? ,,, and list 3 adjectives that describe ,,,

6) what other animals do you relate with ?

7) what color do you relate with and makes the strongest impression

       , and list 3 adjectives ,,,

8) what earth energy ( energies ) do you relate with ?

9) what body, or form, of water do you relate with, or like the best ?

          and list 3 adjectives that describe ,,,

10) what music do you listen to when you are driving

             alone in the car,,,and you play it loud,

11) what music do you loudly listen to when you are getting out of the shower

        and you are dancing around, shaking your hair ,,,,,, and no one is around

          except you and your self ,,,

12) what comes to mind, when you think, or feel about horses ---

        list 3 adjectives, and a description

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Tags: Questinnaire, Regarding, Our, Connections, With, Nature

Love Is Constant, Only The Names Change

http://sols.gaia.com — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 18:18:45 GMT

         Love Is Constant, Only The Names Change             by Sol Spitz

Love is constant, only the names change,

the experience of the moment,

a series of moments,

the adventure of the currents we ride,

Lover of leaving, forever returning ,,,

Love doesn't last forever,

sometimes its a wounded animal,

crawling thru a culvert, to any shelter,

to die as invisible as possible,,,

To return to the earth,

to nourish other life,

and return to the other side of infinity,

forever returning ,,,

Riding the waves, we meet in the moments,

unfolding the air that touches the skin,

A caravan of adventures, a turn of the lips,

The eyes searching, for the next moment ,,,

Lover of leaving re-discovering another way to return ~~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   (o) Sol Spitz

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A Moment In Awareness

http://sols.gaia.com — Fri, 09 May 2008 18:43:12 GMT

                  A MOMENT IN AWARENESS                  (c) Sol Spitz

         ( another word for being aware ,,, is ,,, being alert )

                     its not deep, its not difficult ,,,its way over-analysed
                        Its nature at its finest ,,, all animals have it
             If an animal, or human , ( the emotional animal ) doesn't have it
                            then you may want to discover what is missing ,,,

                               its the joy of motion,,,the pleasure of stillness,,
                                           and the moments in between

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Awareness is one moment waiting for the next,

Awareness is more than a destination,

Awareness is the air we breathe

   and the terrain beneath our feet,

Awareness is not a place that one day shows up,

Awareness is in all of us, inside all living things,

Awareness is this living, breathing vibrant planet

Awareness is alive and awake...

Awareness doesn't need your approval or your participation,

Awareness doesn't need to look for truth somewhere else

Awareness is the authentic moment , whether you agree doesn't matter..
.

Thru habits and domestication,

Awareness sometimes goes dormant

            dulls the emotions,

and a hardness callousses the heart,

Awareness tho dormant , awaits opportunities,

Awareness is an invitation to participate in our lives...

With horses , awareness is when your two legs

now become the thought of four legs,

Awareness is further intensified

when we acquire eyes on the bottom of the feet,

and we are aware of the terrain...

Awareness is the stillness that breathes in unison

towards the feel in our hands,

Awareness is knowing that nerve endings stir the molecules,

Awareness is the wind that reminds the hair of motion

and allows us to feel alive at this place,

                 right here...right now...

                     we feel wild peace   ~~~~~~

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Bonjour Bijou

http://sols.gaia.com — Thu, 08 May 2008 21:52:19 GMT

                                              BONJOUR BIJOU

It is you, living jewel

the Brilliance that moves us,

to taste the spectrum of emotions,

and breath the contrasts of living...

It is you, living jewel,

As we migrate and evolve thru life,

the words we use,

and the images we choose...

It is you, living jewel,

Where exploring possibilities enhances,

and cannot participate when limitations
                 only diminish us,

and then knowing what to do with
                what is given ...






It is you, living jewel,

Between the bookends of birth and death,

That moves in the pages of the living ...





It is you, living jewel,

The experiences of the moment,

where one moment leads to the next...

It is you, living jewel,

Where some of the most beautiful sounds

will never be heard by anyone,

near some secret images only seen by you...




It is you, living jewel,

What is inside deep, is outward just as far,

and what is mostly needed is
                just outside your comfort zone,

Would you recognize me in the distance between...

It is you, living jewel,

Where you cause a great divide,

I'll cause depth, and from the silence
                will grow in volume...

It is you , living jewel,

I know where your tongue has been,

and I swim in your pool of secrets...

It is you, living jewel,

Where some things are meant to be felt,

and not everything needs to be explained away ......






                                                                  (c) Sol Spitz

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Kismet

http://sols.gaia.com — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 22:35:43 GMT

                    KISMET                (c) Sol Spitz

Theres no moment other than this, by chance or designs,

As it happened, for some reasons, by signal or signs,

All the moments before have led to this hour,

A hummingbird sticking its beak, into a selected flower   ---

The magic of the moment, brought together by fate,

A happening of chance, takes possession of this date,

I threw the map out and it still got me here,

By the turn of events and the approach thats near   ---

The compensation of result, held in hands of the balance,

The inevitables waiting in turn for their place to land,

Each of us prepares the way for the next moment,

To be felt, and remembered, but too light for holding   ------

                           ~~~~~~      ~~~~~~      ~~~~~~

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Letting Go

http://sols.gaia.com — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 22:30:04 GMT

                   LETTING GO          (c) Sol Spitz

Its hot, as your muscles tighten, and a shiver runs through your body,

It may be another feeling that its not real, but you don't

       look it in the eye, like it could cause you to move, so try to

       ignore it, and I hope your feeling better by Wensday   ---

Say you're going home, by the look of your eyes that try to hide,

Yer troubled, so you make small talk, in some kind of hope

      that it will all go away but then its quiet, but the

      noise in yer head grows, and you've run out of places to go ---

Yer running, yer running some more, searching for air,

then you find you don't have to run, standing face to face,

Here I am, yield to the pressure, let it move aside,

      if yer troubled, you can run some more, thats okay,

      I'm beside you, I've never really left you, and thats okay too   ------

   (this song came to me as I was riding a horse that
    had some problems with people, she would blank out
    & take off running   ...   so rather than trying
    to restrain her as had been done by others, I let her go,
   and just touched her neck to let her know I was there,
   and she could have all the freedom she wanted, It was
   in northern arizona, a few miles from sedona, it was out in
   the desert, and considering the kentucky derby is about a
   mile and some, then sooner or later, as long as we didn't
   fall into an arroyo or a ditch, then we would slow down some,
   eventually ---   as she ran, the wind was with us, and I was still
   there, to let her know it was okay...till she needed guidance   ---
   then I could direct some of the energy, and we would be together,
a person with four legs, what some people need to understand is
   that if the horse feels defensive then nature tells them to run,
   sometimes you have to go with the horse before they can start to
    go with you...I don't make them feel like they have to defend their
    selves, and I expect them to use the brains they are born with...
    in other words, I teach them, rather than train them, and also
    I tend to like mares.... their survival impulses
           and appetite for living is strong.....)

Tags: Letting Go

Come As You Are

http://sols.gaia.com — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 22:17:10 GMT

                   COME AS YOU ARE             (c) Sol Spitz

The sun was shining in honesty,

Talk of love was a luxury, more than a necessity,

As we clawed for water and struggled for air,

I have no pictures to realistically hand down the generations,

To learn the best, ride the best you can   ---

On the long horizon, neither beginning nor end,

The footsteps today will tomorrow disappear,

Of our destination, the letters we send,

For the water I ask, the clouds need to appear   ---

      Don't put nothing on, don't take nothing off,

      You don't need a condition, there be not a pre-requisit,

      Come as you are   ------

Some time you need to know where you stand,

Changes will be coming, its getting later and later -

We are of one earth, we are where we each make some difference -

What of your future, however it is red,

Buddy, do yourself a favor,

Don't you think its time to make a stand ------

      Don't put nothing on, don't take nothing off,

      You don't need conditions, or wait till you're visited,

      Come as you are   ------

Tags: Come As You Are

Moonlight Flower

http://sols.gaia.com — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 21:58:11 GMT

                 MOONLIGHT FLOWER        (c) Sol Spitz

In the valley of the moon, near the waters edge

   where grows the midnights flower -

Opens the nourishing arms wide to gather the atmosphere

that feeds the passion, beyond beauty, past the boundaries,

of emotion, into the life, to race towards dawns other side ---

The glow on the map of the face in between shadows of where

you've been, in exile, left to wander, searching for a link,

Crossing borders, that are for some are a fence...growing hair

in all directions, branches of a tree reaching for a connection ---

Moondog wanders to the days edge, barks at the traveling sun,

in greeting, an invitation to dance where there are no corners,

the tongues explore as if catching a breath,

and drops of liquid find their way to the waterfall,

Growing in size to form a pool, join in time,full,

Measured in temperature at the plateaus, evaporating as a groan,

And sigh, go the way of a candles flame ---

Seize the notion, seize the motion, seize the motions sway of

the universal hum, when a whisper is heard over a shout, that

one candle can light many others, and still keep its share

that fuels the satellite past the international dream, to the universal stream   ------

Tags: Moonlight Flower

Be Your Own Witness

http://sols.gaia.com — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 21:29:35 GMT

                 Be Your Own Witness          (c) Sol Spitz

There are maps sold

   and rumors of sacred groves,

None of them are true   ---

   Each of us has to make the pilgrimage

   Past the season of rumors, to the waters source

We have to re-claim

   What is true for our selves -

   The hum of the univers needs no witnesses,

   Be content, you're the only one who

   needs to know      ------- the fire that feeds your soul   ------

Tags: Be Your Own Witness

Things

http://sols.gaia.com — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 21:23:22 GMT

                              THINGS           (c) Sol Spitz

Thinking things and faraway things,

Won't you spend some time with me,

Such are the spaces in between,

Close, yet so far it seems,

      Check, pawn, king, checkmate move

      What a way for it to do,

      You'll do this if I do that,

      I'll do this if you do that,

One thing leads to another,

And meanwhile the world turns on   ------

Things aren't the way they seem to be,

The water is deeper than we care to see,

Who's got time for a measuring pole,

When some would rather jump in a hole ---

      Lip service paid to those who flee,

      From gates opened that show what isn't free -

      Those who don't stand on water stand on rocks,

      They're the ones in secret who say its not,

How sweet do you like your tea ,

And meanwhile the world spins round   -----

The way things were meant to be,

Everyones opinion is crushing me -

Of time and breath used and abused,

And then its usually found out whose -

      Unusually, past the grave too late to hide,

      It taxes itself on the mind,

      To observe life other than gain,

      To have seen it, is to see -

From dust to dust,

And meanwhile the earth goes on   ------

Tags: Things

Must've Had A Reason

http://sols.gaia.com — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 21:07:29 GMT

                    MUST'VE HAD A REASON         (c) Sol Spitz

When our eyes met, when we almost made contact,

When we could almost reach out and touch,

Then your eyes turned, and you walked away   ---

Just when I thought something was meant to be,

And I was beside you and you wanted something to clutch,

And for once you had a choice of a comfort or a lie   ---

Said she had to find something,

For reasons known only to her,

Carrying some kind of shadow   ---

She was afraid of something,

But was more afraid of something else -

For reasons known only to her   ---

You didn't have to leave so soon,

You of the beautiful soul, and the skeleton so old,

Am I so hidden you can't find me   ------

Tags: Must've Had A Reason

Kite Flying

http://sols.gaia.com — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 21:02:09 GMT

                 KITE FLYING                (c) Sol Spitz

I'm a kite flying, all across the sky,

In the meadows, I am a butterfly,

My life is simple - floating with the breeze,

Nowhere special - flying aimlessly   ---

Through the valleys - living where I please,

On top of mountains - soaring quietly,

Now gone - a whisper now departed,

And I'll keep flying - flying aimlessly   ------

Tags: Kite Flying

River Of Time

http://sols.gaia.com — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 23:47:55 GMT

                   RIVER OF TIME               (c)   Sol Spitz

When we throw the clock away

and we see horses as pure poetry,

they are metaphors, for life,

As such, we practice for real - life,

and in its struggles for existance

we can visualize thru our nerve endings

the universe we are born from - into - and pass on -

with confidence of living and dying, in a dynamic

     universe   ------   such is a moment in creation   ---

When we feel a connection to creation

and to everything inter-related we surpass words,

We can also create, by the life in all of us,

giving, and by not expecting in return, we surpass

and grow strength with spirit,

This is a gift we can give ourselves from the horse,

The unity of every particle, every star, and the unity of feel,

returns in the context of time

and live each moment in the hum of the universe   ------

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For The Pleasure Of A Palace

http://sols.gaia.com — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 23:34:45 GMT

                  FOR THE PLEASURE OF A PALACE               (c) Sol Spitz

Eating a meal of satisfaction

She glides across the room

Aware that eyes are on her, with a touch of pleasure

She glides across the room

Like a cat that has eyes on its feet   ---

Sway with the breeze set in motion

To give pleasure is to know of pleasure,

A staccato heart beats crescendo

that yields to layers in rythyms,

To give pleasure is to know of pleasure   ---

In the steam of a shower delight,

the stream of fingers cascade and carress,

If I let you in, how far would you like to go ?

With a hint of a grin, by degrees,

If I let you in, how deep would you like to go ?   ------

Tags: For The Pleasure Of A Palace

Experiential

http://sols.gaia.com — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 18:39:37 GMT

                               EXPERIENTIAL                 (c) by Sol Spitz

   The ground lays fallow

   The rains nourish infinite possibilities,

Mountains never meet, as people do ---

To know of limitations, and expand the boundaries

from one being to another,

someone who is ready for anything   ---

Timid, cautious, steps, feel in the dark,

Growing bolder, as the shadows turn to light,

The shadow moves as the sun commands   ---

Silent in the solitary hills

Your name blends in the echoes of the valley

Carried by the winds, felt by all, seen by none   ---

Where the ground lays fallow,

and the rains nourish the infinite possibilities,

Let us wait for what wants to come   ------

Tags: Experiential

Tulips and Roses

http://sols.gaia.com — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 20:44:05 GMT

       TULIPS   AND   ROSES        ~~~~~~      words float

A kiss from a faraway place,

A butterfly drifting, for the place to land,

A note looking for a musical chance,

A word that floats, waiting to be spoken,

Bt two lips, as they relaease resistance   ------

A kiss from a faraway place,

In collaboration with searching fingers,

Touched by shared sweat that mingles,

As a song that swims, soon to be realized,

A flower nourished, reaches for the sky   ~~~~~~

           (c) by Sol Spitz

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The Attraction of Gravity

http://sols.gaia.com — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 19:47:20 GMT

                           The Attraction   Of   Gravity   ---

By turning away from me in life,

To everyone she attacks my ghost   ---

A smile keeps the world away from a secret door,

And feeds the parasite that keeps us apart ---

The flame of a time

That lives, in waiting, to fill its destiny

The dormant are challenged to exist   ---

The re-union, a sign of a candle flame

Called by the whispers who

bring life to waking feelings from their sleep   ---

A moments eclipse,

A refuge in its silence,

Prior to completion

By its absence is felt   ------

(c) by Sol Spitz

Tags: The Attraction Of Gravity

I'm The Person I've Always Wanted To Meet

http://sols.gaia.com — Sat, 16 Jun 2007 20:05:53 GMT

I'M THE PERSON I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO MEET

Mirror - how much is a persons life worth,

Someday when I'm a child no more -

and I listen to the echoes of the footsteps of my own name -

Well, I've known love, and I've known money and the times I've been without ---

Theres things I had to find out, I've learned to live with my choices ---

Thers a light way off in the distance,

I'm getting closer all the time -

I may never hold it

but I'm getting closer all the time ---

      I watch you in flight,

      I move to join you ---

      Not to trap or halter,

      But to glide together

         for a passage of time ------

Mirror --- I am of the wind and the sun,

All I've accumulated, money can't buy -

Theres a bit of truth in every thing,

Wanderers child - go where directions don't lie ---

I am of the old and of the new -

Wandering child, going where directions don't show,

Coming to terms, worth more than any gold.

I see my candle shining in the distance ---

      Mirror, how much is a persons life worth,

      I know what I like, now I know why I like it -

      Moving closer to the greater family,

      I see my candle shining in the night ------

(c) by Sol Spitz

Tags: I'm The Person I've Always Wanted To Meet

Eni, Mini, Miny, Mo

http://sols.gaia.com — Sat, 16 Jun 2007 19:56:50 GMT

( I was born in Israel, I was a premature baby of two pounds and was supposed to die three times before I was three...after the third time I didn't talk much and I had a tendency to wander for excercise...there was a hermit who lived in a shack, and people would stare at him and kids, some of who are the future over-compensating under-achievers of the world, would yell at him what the parents said behind his back, so he chased them away from his house and had an unfriendly reputation......anyway, he always had a lot of cats around, which fascinated me because my mom used to say I walk like a cat when I walked around quietly... ...one day I found a kitten and put her in a box and went to his door, and as the door opened his eyes met mine, I tend to look people in the eyes, even then, and he just stared and then cried...that incident told me high emotions are sometimes good, and crying washes the soul...

Thirty years later,I was in Ketchum/Sun Valley, Idaho for the summer, working in a restaurant and hiking & camping a lot, ... GiGi was a friend I spent time with then, and over a bottle of champagne we got to talking about what first animals we could recollect ( we both said cats).....also a sad song played in the background, and she said the song almost made her cry... so I told her I could write one that would make her cry...so I wrote this, as we were speaking and then red it to her,... and she cried...and cried, and then ......   we took a shower...to wash the emotions...)

      ENI, MINI, MINY, MO

When I was a boy there lived a man in a shack,

We all called him doctor because he took care of cats -

And I couldn't understand why he'd always run back in

whenever anybody got too close to him -

People would call him crazy & throw things at him,

Sundays they'd beg forgiveness, and Monday do it again -

Mothers would point their fingers & put their kids in blindfolds,

When adults got together they'd say he was eni, mini, miny, or mo ---

            It wasn't the pills and it wasn't the booze

           Money got nothing to do & it wasn't the noose,

             As I was bringing a cat to him,

             I saw thru a curtain where I could look in -

             And on a table there was some candlelight

             Where he worked on his broken heart in the middle of the night ---

He built his home with his own two hands,

For him and his fiancee he had bought the land -

And she took off with a man who had lots of trophies,

He cursed the day he met her & waited for her to come back ---

Everyday without fail he'd set out two plates,

And after he washed them he'd only put one away,

Now that I'm older I understand a lot more,

How anyone of us can get a broken heart & land on the killing floor ---

              It wasn't the pills and it wasn't the booze,

              It wasn't the rope and it wasn't the noose,

              People be telling he died of many things,

              But when you live like that it can only be one thing ---

              And I still remember the table and the candlelight,

              And a man with a broken heart in the middle of the night ------

(c) by Sol Spitz

Tags: Eni, Mini, Miny, Mo