Tuesday, February 10, 2015

the light inside

disconnect, then, from the myriad of outside influence : 

engage your very own light . be come your very own beacon.

within being in yourself the light of creation, is creation born.within believing into existence your idea of you, is greatness in you born.

however you come to find the light inside, nurture that.

if what you truly want is that which is already in being : awesome.

if your soul is in pain in itself, heal the wound with unconditional love. unguarded compassion.follow your beacon. it will never fail you - it can't.the single most important thing you must do : no matter what is persevere.

let it all wash over you as warm flying ocean spray. know its power. know the storm will blow itself out.know that the you in it is engaged in the adventure of it. know it to be already over. know yourself to feel grateful that it is passed. also, know its purpose. and then move ever more toward your light - no matter what.

should you tarry a while in a particularly exciting storm, know that no matter what, it will blow itself out. 
living in the aftermath of any storm may involve a bit of clean-up. be prepared to find diamonds there - if you would bother to clean-up. missed opportunity isn't always apparent, but an abundance of opportunity awaits your attention.

...if only we bother to clean-up after the storms.

souls healing involves patience, kindness, and a conscious, keen eye ever toward the beacon in the storm. know also that the storm enjoyed itself ... 

all energies love their own best manifestations : including me and you.

Friday, February 6, 2015

happy birthday bob

thank you bob marley...

happy birthday : 2/6/15. you would have been 70 today. 

a truth-speaker, life-seeker taken from us too soon ... as most are.

who would you have been in your elder years? i have no doubt in your continued relevance - your continued way-showing to all people who search for peace ... who hope for light in this realm.

thank you for your courage
bless you for being who you wanted to be in this world.

you saw good in humanity
you had hope for us ... and showed us in your way 
how to forgive each other 
for being human.

i hope you know how much good you do in the world.
thank you.

one love.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

journey to somewhere

it does seem there is something ... just on the other side of awareness ... my part will be played; after all, it is my part. i am in a place within me of great willing. it is, for me, so important a part as creates a restless peace, if such a thing can be named.

my heart hears the call : my mind answers here, for it is the place i believe will be discovered this part. it is the place of truth for me - of seeking - of finding. thoughts, as they say, are things. focus to become uncluttered, clear. ...

infinity is inside me : just beyond the proverbial veil...

i know myself to have stepped through the doorway of that very same veil : that's how i know it exists. that said, i await only the clearing of the mist that surrounded when i first stepped through. i noticed the doorway quite by surprise in a very real feeling dream in which i found myself on a definite journey to somewhere. when i found my self facing the option of entering, it presented as a very old, very heavy and imposing door, with an oval brass handle, peeled and cracking paint on its thick, solid wood surface. the round top showed it to be of stunning craftsmanship - more plain than ornate, but lovely. i, of course, had the option to continue along the clearly marked pathway that i was on, but there was an immediate sense of mystery upon discovering the possible divergence, and the idea of it caught me. i knew deep inside that should i open this door my perspective would forever change; i also knew i was set upon a journey to somewhere. i placed my hand upon the handle and turned.

upon opening the unlocked door i first noticed the mist, then the walkway. it was as nighttime with only a faint moonlight. the walkway really wasn't; more of a patchwork of tree root and moss covered ground. the mist, though present, did not feel ominous, more like a veil. my adventure in stepping through the door was all i was supposed to do at that time. the rest would come later. ...now is now later.

i feel the veil lifting - the mist/fog dissipating. although clarity around direction is still unknown, i know i am on my way, and what there was to understand about the veil is that what is just beyond it is no more or less than one's own knowing. to know your self in being as you yourself would have it all be is the beginning of being it ... the beginning of freedom.

having given myself the gift of freedom, my spirit is uplifted; my heart is happy; desire knows no boundaries. i know infinite in myself.

Monday, February 2, 2015

the faces in the rocks

do you see them? 
they see you.

they are quiet observers of time
coming and going ... going and coming
sculpted in the ages of ageless
the drops, torrents and generosities of rain, wind, sun, moon

they see through it all.
do you see them?
they see you.