<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:13:39.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journeys</title><subtitle type='html'>::: Dreams and Thoughts :::</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-7593630616367772838</id><published>2009-11-05T11:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:29:17.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ive been in istanbul too long now.</title><content type='html'>incessant beeping of car horns..&lt;br /&gt;the pollution coating the back of my throat.&lt;br /&gt;the guy next to me in this net cafe&lt;br /&gt;asking where msn messenger is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling i have right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impatient patience.&lt;br /&gt;transit waiting.&lt;br /&gt;waiting...&lt;br /&gt;for the pollution in my nose not to be there anymore...&lt;br /&gt;so i can smell sweet trees&lt;br /&gt;see the clouds pass thru the leaves..&lt;br /&gt;And thru the bright night lights &lt;br /&gt;and hazy days&lt;br /&gt;the apathy and boredom that drowns&lt;br /&gt;and dismays&lt;br /&gt;the people in the city who know no more than&lt;br /&gt;long hours and struggles - çay and football...&lt;br /&gt;sucking on cigarettes everywhere i go. &lt;br /&gt;every second breath i take...&lt;br /&gt;i get a lungfull of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kındness of opression of being a woman&lt;br /&gt;the respect of the front door before him&lt;br /&gt;and the eyes &lt;br /&gt;that say no man will want her&lt;br /&gt;they dont say it to me&lt;br /&gt;but i hear it.&lt;br /&gt;whats that thing under her nose. she has a moustache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allah knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great spirit is forgotten in this great big world&lt;br /&gt;i feel myself lose it&lt;br /&gt;now its so big it shows&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be out of this city matrix.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;patience to practice.&lt;br /&gt;theres been invaluble lessons for me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasurebox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-7593630616367772838?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7593630616367772838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=7593630616367772838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/darinka/4076183894/" title="Untitled-6 by *D a r i n k a*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2498/4076183894_135385d0dc_b.jpg" width="637" height="1024" alt="Untitled-6" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-37704125062477038?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/37704125062477038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=37704125062477038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/37704125062477038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/darinka/4076183880/" title="Untitled-1 by *D a r i n k a*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/4076183880_c0acc440fd_b.jpg" width="744" height="1024" alt="Untitled-1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-9015917818435234746?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/9015917818435234746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=9015917818435234746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/9015917818435234746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When i die &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i am reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My body becomes the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My blood becomes the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My bones become the rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My hair becomes the plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My breath; the wind that blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;İ return to the spirit of all things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-5265880913899603953?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-6897745779789830189</id><published>2009-10-22T17:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:29:52.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travellin here</title><content type='html'>The golden road of dream and dream&lt;br /&gt;we're travellin in a holographic sphere&lt;br /&gt;dancing here, dancing here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;star'crosed on open plains&lt;br /&gt;dreamtime journey&lt;br /&gt;travelling here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-6897745779789830189?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-4581898053219636288</id><published>2009-10-22T17:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:32:01.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift</title><content type='html'>what a marvellous gift.&lt;br /&gt;to be here now&lt;br /&gt;in a beautiful moment of&lt;br /&gt;a stretched cat reclined&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;sounds vibrating to a beat-y&lt;br /&gt;flowing harmonic...&lt;br /&gt;poetry fills the mind with love of&lt;br /&gt;uni~verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;one&gt;one song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiriation plucked from the ether&lt;br /&gt;sparks of&lt;br /&gt;fascination&lt;br /&gt;imaginiation&lt;br /&gt;einstein said it all started from there...&lt;br /&gt;stillness&lt;br /&gt;meditative genius.&lt;div 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title='Gift'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-459840610102033376</id><published>2009-10-22T17:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:25:18.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Leaves</title><content type='html'>everything communicates to us. language is but a means of communication.&lt;br /&gt;every object , creature, animate or inanimate is a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;made of source we orignate from the same place in infinite possibilities of arrangement of atoms and chemicals&lt;br /&gt;language is symbolic. made of symbols&lt;br /&gt;symbols that communicate ideas&lt;br /&gt;ideas inspire feelings&lt;br /&gt;and we learn from how we feel our way through life.&lt;br /&gt;the wind that rustles leaves&lt;br /&gt;and the dance the leaves share,&lt;br /&gt;by dancing in the wind that-&lt;br /&gt;sends messages through the leaves&lt;br /&gt;and to us&lt;br /&gt;so we may receive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-459840610102033376?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/459840610102033376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=459840610102033376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/459840610102033376'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Mıa Dyson plays in my ears and this inscence makes the bad smelly feet smell-&lt;br /&gt;lıke nag champa.&lt;br /&gt;Sharp rocks -still waters -diamond lights&lt;br /&gt;nothing like travellin - these times sublime -&lt;br /&gt;riding train lines-brown skın/ sleepin out&lt;br /&gt;Moonshine/non-toxic lunar love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-4162569236124526448?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/4162569236124526448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=4162569236124526448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Selkie's Sojourn</title><content type='html'>Id love to take you to a sea dragons lair&lt;br /&gt;where many make the journey&lt;br /&gt;down ancient earthly stairs...&lt;br /&gt;walking over rocky platforms&lt;br /&gt;engulfed in rich ocean air -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few souls see the hidden things that exist in this place&lt;br /&gt;for few see past the veil of illusion&lt;br /&gt;and honor this sacred space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A retreat for the soul&lt;br /&gt;timelessness found here&lt;br /&gt;stillness and quiet&lt;br /&gt;In a holographic sphere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-5779121324999370896?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5779121324999370896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-1027436045697694772</id><published>2008-05-13T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:38:20.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You-self</title><content type='html'>The lights dim&lt;br /&gt;I cant see clearly now.&lt;br /&gt;My feet crunch the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the twigs snap under my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath - short and fast&lt;br /&gt;The pace hastens -&lt;br /&gt;Whats around me is now a blur.&lt;br /&gt;My feet are running,&lt;br /&gt;Running so fast and &lt;br /&gt;The darkness is closing in and &lt;br /&gt;Im running right into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bloody scared. Im petrified.&lt;br /&gt;But i cant go back. no, no... &lt;br /&gt;i cant ever go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im here now&lt;br /&gt;Im running now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile. Always smile he had said.&lt;br /&gt;My head goes back as my legs keep their rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;The air passes through my hair. &lt;br /&gt;I can&lt;br /&gt;feel every strand caressed. &lt;br /&gt;Its now &lt;br /&gt;pitch black but i can see clearly. &lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;this is the way. I know it. &lt;br /&gt;I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;This is my destiny - &lt;br /&gt;                     This is what i came to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-1027436045697694772?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1027436045697694772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=1027436045697694772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/1027436045697694772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/1027436045697694772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/you.html' title='You-self'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-979880301824415271</id><published>2008-05-13T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:42:56.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NumberS</title><content type='html'>An enigmatic birthdate&lt;br /&gt;Numerical vibrations&lt;br /&gt;The Ka within&lt;br /&gt;3D manifestations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmic breath inhale&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops are born&lt;br /&gt;Follow her exhale&lt;br /&gt;Revel in her storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O great mystery&lt;br /&gt;Your secrets a paradox!&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i think&lt;br /&gt;I return to the box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From whence i came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gift to see through&lt;br /&gt;The crystal veil of what appears to be&lt;br /&gt;Her divine light spirit&lt;br /&gt;Is always lighting me&lt;br /&gt;From inside out&lt;br /&gt;to outside in&lt;br /&gt;look closely little pixies...&lt;br /&gt;Aha!&lt;br /&gt;Mirror conspiracy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-979880301824415271?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/979880301824415271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=979880301824415271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/979880301824415271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/979880301824415271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/uk-poetry-1.html' title='NumberS'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-8777391079196765967</id><published>2008-05-13T02:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:56:49.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>::summer::</title><content type='html'>- i dream of the the watery -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       -  crispy blue -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- freshly scents            + &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;               -summer hues-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-8777391079196765967?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8777391079196765967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=8777391079196765967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/8777391079196765967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/8777391079196765967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer.html' title='::summer::'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-2734787852391012243</id><published>2008-05-13T02:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:50:27.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;Zee Zee&lt;?</title><content type='html'>It was amazing&lt;br /&gt;my whole world&lt;br /&gt;went into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;everything fracktalized&lt;br /&gt;I was hypnotosized&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-2734787852391012243?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2734787852391012243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=2734787852391012243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/2734787852391012243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/2734787852391012243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='&gt;Zee Zee&lt;?'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-5280553796292594687</id><published>2008-05-10T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:49:12.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Release</title><content type='html'>::: From a week or so back, burning photos in my outdoor woodburner:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Under the starts in the city, the fire glows spitting its embers, flying high above, little orange fire faeries float in and out of dimensions and memories that once were are released back to source. &lt;br /&gt;Semi-etheral are these flames dancing such intricate, delicate moves as the orange hithers and tithers.&lt;br /&gt;The past becomes nothing more than ash and air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burn these photos in deep, deep gratitude, for they remind me of the lessons learned.  They remind me of all aspects of life. From Poverty to abundance to love and hate. From deception and fear to liberation and awakening. Discovery and apprehension to beauty and innocence.&lt;br /&gt;These photos span almost 15 years of my journey.&lt;br /&gt;As they burn i am yet again reminded that.... memories are meant to fade... they are designed that way for a reason -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-5280553796292594687?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5280553796292594687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=5280553796292594687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/5280553796292594687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/5280553796292594687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/release.html' title='Release'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-5442702702198098204</id><published>2008-05-10T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:33:41.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yoga</title><content type='html'>My leg is trembling in the the 3rd warrior pose of the sequence. My left knee is bent at 90 degrees, my right leg is out straight behind me, my pelvis is close to the floor, both my arms are my by ears, stretched out out out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caru paces around the room, counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5......4......3......2.................................  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SmiiiiiLE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caru's playful voice echoes in the lotus room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly collapse!&lt;br /&gt;But not from trembly leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from laughing too much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga is meant to be done joYfully! He says beaming at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i could write enough or even find the right particular words to describe my yoga teacher... he embodies so much beyond what is and his classes are so simple, routine and oh, so, so profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave everytime with my head above the stratosphere walking on light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-5442702702198098204?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5442702702198098204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=5442702702198098204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/5442702702198098204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/5442702702198098204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/yoga.html' title='yoga'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-7962451610272259100</id><published>2008-05-08T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:17:14.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A hOp * sKip and a piXie JUmP!</title><content type='html'>Phew! NOw that relationships have been sorted out and people are correctly allocated to their karmic roles, life can continue to unfold as it does - with much, MUCH less (if any) roughage than what was for the last little while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, proper open heartful communication - non judgement and love prove to be the  tools by which to uncover, disable and dissolve any negativity that is and transmutes such energy into positive learning experiences :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO damn grateful for what i have in my life. &lt;br /&gt;I really cant say it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a spontaneous darinka day - waking up and heeding to the universe calling me to my spacemobile -- we took off -- loaded with tha guitar, cameras, healing book, diary and food -- inspired by 3 quarters hazel -- promptly headed north at 10am -- passing through the central coast, terrigal, the entrance, budgewoi and eventually to munmorah national park - to a lookout called snapper point.... and the universe had guided me to a most beaUtiful place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised at that moment that today was the day that i really learn about falling into the flow of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drive up there was full of little signs- everyone has their own unique language with the universe - and for me numbers are very strong - they appear every day  "coincidentally" - or as i like to say - "randomly synchronised" - in the form of music timecodes, clocks and numberplates. 888, 666 - primarily - the frequency they occur isnt funny anymore... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to my adventure - after feeling abit trippy from all my digital messages, i was feeling a much warmer sort of love in my heart, as two guys had offered their help, once when i was walking back to my car on the highway,( after a roadside bushwalk) and the other at crossroads... and BOTH times inside i reacted internally with initial hostility but after their warmth- the negative was dissolved and i was reminded me to not be so judgemental and hostile - however having a weird stalker-ish episode with a dude and his car at sunset - to remind me to not be *too* naive!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i parked, i went for a walk from the lookout, pulled by the lure of the rockpools and ocean waves, armed with my two favourite cameras; and a beautiful red and orange lady bug accompanied me for a little while then flew off into the sun :-)&lt;br /&gt;And hopping and skipping, jumping, sliding, slippin, picture takin, gigglin and smiling, revelling and getting lost in the shrubbery- i made a big round trip - down to the waters - around the rocks - roughly following some sort of path - up, down, around and backtrakkin- eventually back to my space mobile feeling high, refreshed and soul-lightened on my etheral dive into the cosmic waters of being myself with all that is, trusting my intuition on every step and returning home to make music with my guitar by a beautiful fire -- and for dessert, a wonderful chat with one of my closest friends :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-7962451610272259100?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7962451610272259100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=7962451610272259100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/7962451610272259100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/7962451610272259100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/hop-skip-and-pixie-jump.html' title='A hOp * sKip and a piXie JUmP!'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-706082404655866164</id><published>2008-04-30T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:49:10.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/darinka/1843130944/" title="beauty by *D a r i n k a*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2152/1843130944_69571358f4.jpg" alt="beauty" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The interaction and symbiosis between our souls - ... the anarchy of convention – boundaries cease to exist – &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;evolving, within ourselves, thru eachother . Wyld vines growing from the earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fertile with inspiration and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Growing…expanding…reaching...exploring sensing…&lt;/span&gt; l&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;loving and nurturing eachother – &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;plants of the cosmic seeds are we.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Rooted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;High minds of a divine nature physically expressed – Holy.Sacred. The beauty to be described is beyond any human language. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The passion you invoke within me is difficult to contain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A new way i have seen from your indirect influence&lt;br /&gt;My path forever altered the way it was intended to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lovers travelling thru space and time, have we not met before? I think we have&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The deep recognition i feel when i look into your eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The shivers down my spine with your touch &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Becoming whole as we hold &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- dividing into individuals again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A constant unfettering synchronicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Binding . A magnetic force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kundalini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the other dimension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me for you and you for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And a million and one alternate paths….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank the gods we unite on this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-706082404655866164?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/706082404655866164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=706082404655866164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/706082404655866164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/706082404655866164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2152/1843130944_69571358f4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-4299960684896928425</id><published>2008-04-30T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:48:26.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>::::Body boarding on sydneys east syde::::</title><content type='html'>waves crashin smashin&lt;br /&gt;slappin face&lt;br /&gt;ridin slidin&lt;br /&gt;glidin,divin&lt;br /&gt;enlivened&lt;br /&gt;bubblin&lt;br /&gt;gugglin&lt;br /&gt;splashin round&lt;br /&gt;kickin and kickin&lt;br /&gt;till the board dips down&lt;br /&gt;rushin n&lt;br /&gt;rushin&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;all systems&lt;br /&gt;flushin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-4299960684896928425?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/4299960684896928425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=4299960684896928425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/4299960684896928425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/4299960684896928425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/body-boarding-on-sydneys-east-syde.html' title='::::Body boarding on sydneys east syde::::'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-1082872764505919461</id><published>2008-04-29T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:30:46.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parts of the Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/darinka/2451585157/" title="Love day by *D a r i n k a*, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2062/2451585157_1739e657f1_m.jpg" alt="Love day" height="160" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im surrounded by people -&lt;br /&gt;when im obsessed by people.&lt;br /&gt;and when i wanna be free&lt;br /&gt;those people&lt;br /&gt;reflect to me what i need to transform&lt;br /&gt;what that is&lt;br /&gt;is my desire to identify myself through them&lt;br /&gt;my desire to find out who i am&lt;br /&gt;and questions that hurt and limit me like...&lt;br /&gt;why dont they like me?&lt;br /&gt;why dont they like me they way i want them to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is what im really saying.&lt;br /&gt;Why dont i like myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really gotta just do things cuz i really WANT to . not because i think i shoud or because i think i might have fun - if im unsure about it. dont go there. chill. there is no rush. no rush&lt;br /&gt;U gotta do what u gotta do and not take on others plans/ideas/personalities in an unconscious attempt to forge some form of identity .&lt;br /&gt;I am  who i am now. i have a home and a cat and a little more experience thats taught me about faith, flow and inner fire that creates and loves and expands through positivie thinking &gt;&gt;&gt; create positive experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the what if's and the shouldve's and could-haves&lt;br /&gt;and what do i need to do thats best for me &gt; this is my trip &gt;my turn to indentify who I AM so i can fully participate my WHOLE being in all its fullness to be an active part of the Collective Consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mission for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith - not-  Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-1082872764505919461?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2062/2451585157_1739e657f1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-5870729538221108436</id><published>2008-04-28T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:38:25.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 - something</title><content type='html'>sometimes being 20 something - barely starting out&lt;br /&gt;seems like a big joke to those who've earnt their shout&lt;br /&gt;been there done that - this is what they say&lt;br /&gt;and i feel all small , insignificant and turn my head away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho my peers are there around me- all i have to do is connect&lt;br /&gt;i feel all outta place around acquaintances, friends or people ive just met -&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't seem to matter in whatever place ill be&lt;br /&gt;the insecurity rises up and takes control of me&lt;br /&gt;and i surrender to its will and withdraw into my shell&lt;br /&gt;then write it all out in my melancholic hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though its fertile ground for creative inspiration&lt;br /&gt;my heart desperately yearns for this ego's participation&lt;br /&gt;in all thats outlandish; fanciful frolicking and fun&lt;br /&gt;its irresistable tho i choose to run -&lt;br /&gt;away from the liberation that it offers to me&lt;br /&gt;if only i could break free&lt;br /&gt;from the minds chains binding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-5870729538221108436?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5870729538221108436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=5870729538221108436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/5870729538221108436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/5870729538221108436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/20-something.html' title='20 - something'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-5413995343841517026</id><published>2008-04-25T15:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:18:10.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Souls path</title><content type='html'>I just got home from visting a friend - and after days of fairly intensive astrologia journey-ing i return home feeling light, refreshed connected and grounded. the first song i randomly play is called souls path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North node awareness spinout. the acceptance of self. the discovery of identity. the doorways that open and the light of intution leads. coming from a place where i had no firm identity-&lt;br /&gt;that 'get it' feeling. like when ur stuck on a maths problem and the epiphany dawns&lt;br /&gt;that divine spark&lt;br /&gt;this divine spark of pure universal love.&lt;br /&gt;The insights i have gained into my character flaws are kinda blowing my mind- more so the implications - create- - enjoy-live-dance-breath-experience- the whole hologram and all its dimensions - to trust . to just allow yourself to fall smiling ear to ear into the foamy oceans of OUR reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tropical) north node aries teaches me about learning to forge an identity and sense of self around others. to work out what i need based on my understanding and knowlege about myself.&lt;br /&gt;As i was driving home i remembered how many times i based a decision of course of action on others movements/moods/decisions - and not doing what i needed/wanted - the kick was that i didnt really know what i wanted at all- and life became a big illusion where i was never satisfied and no matter how much i tried - socialising - non-self critisism - judgement - sadness - depression - anxiety and anger all dominated my psyche as i struggled to find the inner peace and balance ; in harmony with people around me, tho firstly and most importantly - with myself.&lt;br /&gt;With this new found confidance i can understand what i need on a deeper level and not be afraid of offending another or letting them down if i need to follow my inner voice- which might lead to a different course of action than that of my friend. selfishness in a balanced way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-5413995343841517026?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5413995343841517026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719032451458533164&amp;postID=5413995343841517026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/5413995343841517026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719032451458533164/posts/default/5413995343841517026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/souls-path.html' title='Souls path'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11322155191877339254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_mFwnXPZIw/TO5IzjN_05I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cCEaObP6K3M/S220/jan-saudek-the-slavic-girl-with-her-father.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719032451458533164.post-3571457437457049248</id><published>2008-04-23T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:56:13.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:::Delusion at midnight:::</title><content type='html'>why is it on one hand im so attracted to the concepts of blogs but when the space, time, mood, and tools for writing are there --- the inspiritation flys on by and delusion swings past.&lt;br /&gt;And why is it most of my revelations or understandings, happen in the process of writing or speaking. maybe this is what channeling is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what could be an eerie, tho chilled, laid back melodic minimalist beat plays from the speakers reverberating off the wall... the sound has stopped and the cars drive past. almost non existant to my ears who have heared this sound far too often to take notice but when its not there (in a dark park or outta tha city on ur lonesome)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear&lt;br /&gt;sets in&lt;br /&gt;.... only because there is nothing there. no cars, no sounds lights or "signs of life"&lt;br /&gt;suddenly on your own. or seemingly so... the safety of the city hum. a big wet security blanket that drips and drips and drips away at your inner eye till you go crazy at which point charlie says you'll be able to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling in love.. with the mind with words unspoken -&lt;br /&gt;reading words written by another&lt;br /&gt;such fantastical moods and feelings and sensuality envoked!&lt;br /&gt;though the words were meant for no one in particular&lt;br /&gt;blurted out in cyber space&lt;br /&gt;they come to me in a way that&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;makes&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;FEEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far ive writen complete nonsense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719032451458533164-3571457437457049248?l=offthaplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offthaplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3571457437457049248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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