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TMP18 – “Path of Devotion” with Zena El Khalil

September 2, 2024 0Comments
On a true path of devotion, we lose everything in service to truth and love! In this episode, we go straight into the core of what being a devotee involves from the doorway of Tantra and Eastern Cosmology. Zena gracefully shares from her own experience what felt like many lifetimes lived in this one brought…

Re-fleshed

June 21, 2023 0Comments
“Welcome home”, I heard. The pain you carried is no longer. The necklace around your neck is down. The agreement of conditioning is cancelled. “I forgive you”, a voice spoke through, Another one echoed: “Thank you. By freeing yourself, you freed us too”.

Burning Flame

February 5, 2023 0Comments
One day, I looked To meet your eyes. I was hooked. I asked why? Not in chains. Nor in spells. Rather your flame, Caught me by. Your heart, I saw. Home, I know. Your soul, I remember Love made, oh so tender. We dance, in awe. We play, we surrender. To love, life and death,…

The Beloved

December 5, 2022 0Comments
I was told stories of the One and only,Beloved, in form, also ghostly. The dream begins, awake yet sleepy.The narrator utters, echoing was the weepy

Rising in Love

October 29, 2022 0Comments
I searched, From birth, I searched, For what? I wondered. With many, I wandered. Getting lost, I pondered, Back to the bones, I fluttered. Love, the way I knew crumbled, Over and over, down under.

Morning Dew

October 1, 2022 0Comments
Listening to the wind, The tunes playing in my ear, I sit still. Still to heal, still to feel, You by me, you in me. The smile I long to see In my heart, you are free. Free to be, free to beat, The drum, the heat. I wait and wait Until we align. Until…

The Space in Between

July 31, 2022 0Comments
Love me or hate me, It doesn’t matter. You are the one, loving. You are the one, hating. Or is it me? Who am I loving? And who do I hate? Separated, are we? And what is in between?  A story or two. Blue or green Is it too late? For us to see, I…