Author: Kevin Burleson

Morning Meds; 6 25 19

Realizing that the religious rule book I was raised with didn’t seem to jive at times, set into motion many changes.

You can see it as a great mystery and hang on to what you have or see it as a great mystery and search for the whys and the whys not.

I tend to hang onto the parts that offer comfort and toss out the parts that do not.

It seems a lot like an algebra equation, everyone’s favorite.

You know the drill. A+B+C=D

All the letters represent things you were taught and together they equal D.

Then suddenly you find out that B isn’t right.

So now, D isn’t right.

It goes on and on and I doubt if it ever will stop.

Continually reevaluating your beliefs seeing how they feel, tossing out the old and plugging in the new.

I realized that to retain some of the more comforting ones, I have to take all of the less comfortable ones along with them.

They are a unit.

So back to class I go, hoping to quiet my mind enough to hear the answers in the stillness.

It used to be quite stressful, but I have felt the final answer and I know that D = unconditional love. That is the sum of all the parts.

The feeling is beyond description.

It is the classroom, the text, the teacher, and the answers at the end of the book where you compare your answers.

Ain’t it great?

Morning Meds; 6 24 19

Nature doesn’t seem to have a lot of instantaneous events; most things start long before we see any evidence.

Spiritual occupations can follow the same scenario.

In the absence of hard evidence, it is easy to lose heart.

It could be that we are like pickles, and it takes time to mature.

You can put cucumbers in brine, but it will be a while before it is a real pickle.

We can soothe our impatience in knowing that it has happened, and it is happening.

We are on our way.

Soon we will be the pickle we have always longed to be.

Morning Meds; 6 23 20

We weave a covering with threads of fear, hiding ourselves within.

To see ourselves or to see another, we must look past this garment of fear.

Them and they, us and me are words of separation.

Only We unites.

Morning Meds; 6 23 19

See

The vision in a raindrop,

The cathedral in a cloud.

Hear

The messages whispered by waterfalls,

The symphonies performed by the wind.

Feel

The love of God in a cool breeze,

The endorphins in a child’s laugh.

The common contains the spectacular,

If we just take time to be still.

Morning Meds 6 22 22

It has been a busy week, Cheryl, my wife spent four days in a hospital with pneumonia.

I stayed with her, and she is home now and doing better.

Sincerely hope this will be her/our only experience of this.

This morning was the first somewhat normal morning we have had since Saturday.

That being said, when I started meditation this morning my first thought was that I don’t feel very spiritual.

The next thought immediately afterwards was, how can you not feel spiritual if you are a spirit?

You always feel like a human because you are a human.

How you feel is how a spirit can feel because you are also a spirit.

Whenever I thought about that today, I took the time to remind myself that this is how a spirit feels.

Interesting experience, it seemed really uplifting.

If you get a chance, give it a try.

I am interested in if or how it affects you. Have a great day.

Morning Meds; 6 22 20

Want to have an impact on the world?

Preform a kind act, the world is a better place for both the recipient and yourself.

An act of kindness is like a cool breeze on a hot still day.

Morning Meds; 6 22 19

In attempting to balance my competitive tendencies, I often find myself dangling from the tight rope.

Often, I’ve dropped the pole and felt as if I was hanging by my fingers over a cauldron of anger.

We are taught that it’s our competitive nature that drives us to be the best we can be, yet the best that we can be is usually a comparison of ourselves against another.

We can’t judge ourselves without passing judgment on someone or something else.

I personally don’t know how to navigate my way through this yet, but anything we seek we can always find answers.

The more I lament on what appears to be my weaker skills, the less opportunities I have to experience the skills I have.

We are all like plants in an ecosystem, I would say a garden, but a garden is a man-made judgment call.

The plants in a garden are always chosen and planted because of their contribution, the unwanted and misunderstood are weeded out.

If it were a human garden, we would refer to this as war.

We humans are not a garden, we are more of an ecosystem, we all contribute even if our contributions are unclear to ourselves or others.

Today I intend to be the plant I am and be content with my fragrance or lack of, my smoothness or my thorns, independence or clinginess, my beauty or plainness and not belittle others or myself because I am yet to see the whole pictures.

Morning Meds; 6 21 20

Faith is believing what you imagine, to be true.

Faith in anything will bring it into being.

Morning Meds; 6 21 19

I AM

Every subatomic particle of conscious energy entangled together that makes me, me.

I AM.

Every subatomic particle of conscious energy entangled together that makes you, you.

I AM.

Eternal indestructible energy, indivisibly entangled with a formless Consciousness that is

I AM.

Morning Meds; 6 20 20

We are energy first and what we imagine ourselves to be second.

What we imagine ourselves to be determines how we see ourselves; it also demonstrates how we respond to our surroundings and how our surroundings respond to us.

If we see ourselves as snails, we live a snail’s life.

If we see ourselves as Gods, we live a life Devine.

Beyond the beyond at the edge of the of the sea of infinite possibility, at the waters of creation we always sit, perpetually imagining our existence.

Whether grand or small, liberating or confining, clear or cloudy, all things are possible, right before our open or closed eyes.