Morning Meds; 11 14 22
Returning to the stars we rise,
living vapors drawn aloft by convections call.
From levels of cool mortality, we re-engage with immortality.
Our husk’s ability to renew faded.
Our lives written on chalkboards wiped clear.
But we are eternal.
Each life is but a flash in eternity vastness,
Yet each is chronicled in the library of souls preserved for our revisit.
From a thought, to an act, to a single united cell, we grow, bloom and fade so our beauty can be regathered and shared again.
For we are eternal.
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Author: Kevin Burleson
My wife Cheryl and I live in St. Joseph, Missouri. She is retired and watches three of our 12 grandchildren and 1 greatgrandchild. I work as a maintenance man at Highland Community College in Highland, Kansas.
I have a BA in Art with an emphasis in ceramics.
I am a second degree Reiki practitioner and BQH (Beyond Quantum Healing) practitioner.
I started writing spiritual related posts in 2018 and started sharing them on a few different Facebook sites.
This site is to consolidate and re-share them.
It is also to share short stories based on images seen while in meditation.
My hopes are that it will inspire others to use the powerful tool of visualisation to enhance their spiritual journey.
Thank you.
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