It’s Giving,
you know,
that’s what life is all about,”
she shared.
“You’ll be shown
otherwise,
pressured to turn your attention
always outward
toward dollars and cents,
and social media content.”
she felt a stirring inside,
followed by a swift, sharp kick!
“Yes, I know,”
she said,
“I, too, wish this was not so.
my hope for you
is that you attract your tribe –
humans with a soft heart,
wide open minds,
and extended hands.
humans who remember
our interdependence
and celebrate
our beautiful differences.
May it be so, Beloved,
for you and all Souls
at the precipice
of another entrance.”
.
🙏
.
humanity
chronic
chronic fatigue
chronic dis-ease
no plans to go away
or for permanent relief
no cure
just management
by way of medicine.
what led to this chronic state
in the first place?
choices made against
memories suppressed
Individuality discouraged
dreams deferred
voices kept small
in a world 🌎 growing smaller
and louder?
where to contain it all
if not on the in-side?
let go
let go
surrender
detach
exhale
allow Life’s River
its pace.
trust
in The Great Story
your dharma
and it’s mysterious
entanglements.
we can never know
the Totality of The Journey –
bits and pieces revealed
here and there
only where
quiet resides
an intentional pause
spaces for softenings
leaning in…facing
stillness to know.
let go
leap into potentiality
spread your considerable Wings 🪽
hear the gentle wind
guide
as you simply glide
like the majestic ✨️ Eagle
freed from fear
filled will Love ❤️
soaring
limitless
emanating
elevating us all 🙏
.
the truth is…
the truth is,
Soul whispered to self,
life need not be so hard 🙏
you tend to complicate
and over personalize;
to see the dangers
and the darknesses
well before the
deLightful bits.
for you, the challenges
come quickly to the fore
dragging along with them
the heaviness
of not enough consciousness 🙏
Beloved, you need not relent,
keep spiraling
reciting the same ol’ script.
stop ✋️please
take slow, deep breaths.
recalibrate 🙏
.
.
imagine more
within imaginations,
therein lies magic 🎩
a dewy freshness,
a bit of sassy boldness
in things deemed
inconceivable.
both ephemeral and oddly palpable,
we imagine more –
much bigger, wider, deeper
than the self-inflicted confines
of the conditioned mind.
.
meet me
meet me
there
you know where!
our secret place –
“you” are “You”
“i” am “Me” –
no masks –
open
giving
receiving –
honestly
and wholeheartedly 🙏
feels sooooo good
to Be there.
like Home –
soft and warm,
illuminated ✨️
joyous 🥳
we – each –
seen
heard
honored
held
healed
revived
revealed
patched up
and then
to that “other” world –
the frenzied marketplace –
we are re-turned
with gift 🎁 bearing Hands 🫴
and Compassionate Heart ❤️
to Serve 🙏
still Love
though bruised and battered –
still Love
confused, befuddled, disheveled –
still Love
disheartened, disillusioned, disappointed –
still Love
unhinged, undone, unkempt –
still Love
perplexed, meandering, questioning – still Love
ignored, misunderstood, un-Loved –
still Love
in the noisy-ness and messy-ness of this Life –
still Love
in perceived isolation –
still Love
to the very last breath in encasement –
only Love ❤️
fear
fear is a Gate.
to where?
another realm,
a clearer lens,
an unimaginable
reality,
a new face,
a chance to awaken
and break
destructive cycles,
generational patterns,
and long expired
unconscious
contracts.
a different vibration –
more stillness
on this Side,
bliss-full contemplation,
grounded regulation,
time for deep integration,
leading to
coherence and its twin, remembrance.
Here too,
the surrender and freedom
that beckon
sweet Peace
from its longtime captor, fear.
NO MORE
what will it take
to study war no more?
how many precious Lives;
how much devastation;
to shed delusions
of “you”
“me”
“they”
“we”?
what will it take
to See
inter-sectionality,
inter-dependence,
inter-being;
that I am Me
because you are You?
how to be finally relieved
of this exhausting
burden and cycle of trauma
seeded in
retaliation
revenge
reactivity
dis-regulation
and perceived “wins”?
where is the Space
for cultivation of
mind-full
measured
response?
what will it take to just
STOP ✋️
consciously chose
LOVE
in lieu of hate?
when do we decide
we walk the paths much less trodden –
forgiveness, Truth, reconciliation?
what spells and prayers might we invoke,
sacred concoctions prepared
to awaken from our stubborn slumber,
to re-member our shared humanity,
banish war from our vocabulary,
curate abiding Peace ✌️ 🙏 only ❤️
Crimson
Dreamed of Crimson
last night.
The color of blood,
a symbol of pain –
Crimson on the streets;
streaked in the snow;
steeped in the Ground.
crimson on our hands,
we reek of it,
blinded and choking on it.
redemption can only come by it.
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