You stiLL got the reaL in you?

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God is the thing, between, us.

(You wiLL not rest untiL you find it).

– shiLa iris

EvoLved thinking…

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Take me with you, or Let go. You have been given free wiLL by the power that created you, and, so have I. There’s nothing Like that power.

shiLa iris

Mother knows. Are you reaLLy my friend?

Short poem…

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If I’m worth Losing, Lose me.


























I have Limits worth acknowLedging. Ask me. Then Listen.

Not to be taken so LiteraLLy, but to be understand beyond words.

-shiLa iris

P.S. Listen to Bob Marley & The WaiLers: Satisfy My SouL… just because beyond any given visuaL, or reLigion, or superficiaL reaLity, I can get what was being said by The WaiLers in this song… “I’m happy inside, aLL of the time. Can’t you see, why won’t you beLieve me? Oh DarLing, darLing, I’m caLLing, caLLing. Satisfy My SOuL.”

I’m Bob in this song, and the background singer/ dancers, and the Band. No video necessary. smiLe.

“PoLLution is aLL around me. My soLution Lies there in cLear air.”

“… is it a crime, that i stiLL want you, and I want you to want me too. TeLL the truth about it.”

I Look around, in search of…

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I see the worLd in a grain of sand
and heaven in a wiLdfLower,

I hoLd infinity in the paLm of my hand,
and eternity in an hour.

shiLa iris via bLake… magnified 520 times

In the WiLderness

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This is aLL spoken in the softest, most suLtry voice you can imagine.
There is nothing tough about it.

You’re not aLone. Are you tough enough for Love?
It was aLways you and me. I aLways needed a tougher Love.
I cuLtivate it. With every part of my being.
It’s a new day and I know you’re trying.
You’re not there if I have to wait.

-shiLa iris
(and, I’m a musician, so, there’s aLways a beat to my words. imagine if you could hear it)!!!

i’LL deLiver, give me a chance.
i’m in the wiLderness.

Do you know what it takes to grow a Christmas Tree?

Refresh your screen.

Remember Me

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shi La i ris

55% … it’s a metaphor, and an aLLegory

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go there

I am never aLone, never independent, just quiet.

-shiLa i ris

Listen

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I speak when spoken to.

I’m Listening.

shiLa iris

Acute Strangeness

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I received a Letter from Him,
in His own handwriting.

Somehow, he is so deserving of my Love?

Hmmmmm. Mmmmmm.
Let me think about that.

4:44, Less than 90 Degrees

ShiLa Iris
P.S. My present temper…

this is not just a faLse pretense.
There is so much more to this story.
Years of respect and patience surface.

He asks questions that matter.
Even those that don’t.

I excavate, I dig.

I’m Listening. Becuz such simpLe things Leave imprints.
He is the most gaLLant Man I know. With the most integrity.
He has moraLs and exercises his wiLL with exceLLent discrimination.

As I change, as I fLow.

I am teLLing you how to save her.
How to save YOU.
PLease do.

Sign Your Name Across My Heart,

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I want you to be my baby…

for Rosemary. DaLmira, and Judy.

They tried to bury her, but she kept on giving birth …

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There are some women that love to see me coming,
there are some that don’t.

Wherever you fall between these extremes,

I can see you, and I feel you.

No hard feelings, at all.
Light and Lovely,

as the seed from which I came,
the roots that burrow deep towards the center of the Earth,
the water that falls, telling the stories of my creation,
nourishing, the roses that bloom

They climb stairwells and ladders
to explore the depths of her mind.


They feed from her being on the bottom
only to realize that they exalt her,
to the most high.

Shila Iris

Happy Birthday, Mother Rose.

… and Brandi G.

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P.S. Answer the spiritual call.

Water in My Heart

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Zamani

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I Know…

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I want what I need.

Shila Iris

… so close to understanding, so close to understanding, so close to understanding…
the center, the Source.

Reject the extremes. Balance.

You don’t have to ask when you know. Be real silent.

He knows.

Deepening

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I luv what I see,
but I marry what I understand …

which is, my observation over time of the relation of causes to effects.

Sometimes my flowers don’t grow in your desert, yet

find relief in my unconditional luv 4 you,
then let go.

Call.

When you hesitate, you suffocate yourself in your own arid conditions …

… and you know I’m made of water.