Morning Meds; 10 27 21
Inspiration can seem to dry up,
but there is a spring within ever flowing.
Undisturbed by distraction, preferences or perspective.
It’s the flurry above the peacefulness,
It’s the spray above the sea,
It’s the smoke above the warmth,
that causes one to feel separated from the Creator of All.
We are that point of transformation
where electricity becomes light,
where water changes to steam,
where fire ignites.
We are that exact point of transition
when what was, is no more and what is to be, is freshly born.
Within we are Consciousness in its unformed state.
We are indescribable formlessness
fluctuating like a strobe,
back and forth,
between form and our original state.
We are Consciousness, 100%,
whether we feel inspired or if we don’t.
Meditative Imagery 