Searching For More Time

Morning Meds; 10 3 21

I wished to journey this morning,

just take a little spin.

Send out a bit of my essence,

my consciousness embracing silence.

Separating, like fragrance exiting a flask,

to drift unencumbered on etheric winds.

Our lives are so busy, so many things we wish to do.

Desires, wants and wishes,

pile up like driftwood,

caught by time’s ceaseless flow.

I wished to journey to where time sets it’s pace,

in hopes to catch a break.

Not finding a location,

assuming I had gotten lost,

I silently inquired of it’s whereabouts

and this was the reply.

Time has no special place,

it sets it’s pace in you.

It’s one of your illusions.

Without your illusion, it doesn’t exist.

It’s speed is set by your concerns.

If you feel your being robbed of it, it will fly right by.

If you feel you have to wait, it crawls at a glaciers pace.

You see it as a clock,

the mirrored image of

a planet circling a sun,

steadily spinning to dualities rhythm,

ticking off lengths of light and dark.

Duality at it’s best.

With duality comes

pleasure and pain,

joy or distress,

what you want and what you don’t,

everything is made to change.

Your not a victim here,

there are just parameters that apply.

You choose another round of humanesss,

It’s just the way it goes.

You create your illusion,

that’s always up to you.

Time will fall into step with whatever you wish to do.

Search deep within your core,

the answers are always there.

Lengthen the light,

lessen the dark,

find joy instead of pain,

trade in inpatients for acceptance,

enthusiasm over despondency,

activity, stops stagnation.

little steps move you forward,

dispare shuts you down.

There will always be duality,

Can’t have dark without the light.

Just like the clocks of old

couldn’t have a tick without a tock.

We are an infinite creative shimmer of divine energy,

choosing to dance with contrast in the illusion of time.

We can never create faster than we can imagine,

yet what we can imagine, can become true.

Our ability to create is one of our retained gifts of being divine.

Oh!

Morning Meds; 10 2 21

Sitting to meditate, resistance felt, why?

Oh!

What a huge black orb I see.

A foreboding creature of fear.

A thinking cloud of no admittance

Blocking the peace I seek.

Oh!

It’s not a cloud as I supposed,

It’s a mirror I’ve placed in front.

All this blockage, trouble and fear

Is just a reflection of my thoughts.

If I move right, it moves left.

When turned, we remain face to face.

There seems to be no way to pass.

I wonder what I’ve missed?

Oh!

It’s looks to be just a shadow,

They often behave this way.

I know how to make it leave,

I can reach the peace I seek.

And in the quiet of meditation,

I softly shift my gaze,

Away from the impenetrable blackness

Towards the eternal light within my core.

The shadow disappears.

Oh!

If we look towards the light

As much as we can,

The less shadows block our path.

They are only lingering residue

From paths we’ve walked before.

Self-criticism

While taking my morning meds; 19 2 19

Few things are more damaging than self-criticism.

Like a matador torturing a bull, the dance of damnation spins.

The raging bull attacks, the matador stabs,

the fury of it feeds the frenzy

like the cheers from the crowd.

Yet self-criticism is a solitary act, alone we accuse, prosecute and condemn.

Alone we are tried, convicted and punished.

Alone we fall prey to ourselves with no one to offer up a defence.

Recognizing our solitude reveals the insanity.

The insanity seen, opens the doorway to hope.

The doorway opened allows love to enter.

There is no accuser, beyond ourselves.

We are unconditionally loved.

Many of the man-made measurements of value are just that, man-made.

They can separate us from love, dampen our energy and drag us down.

If we are not thinking about ourselves in a loving way,

we are not thinking the thoughts of our originator.

We are unconditionally loved.

Treat yourself like a loved one.

Bubbles

Morning Meds; 9 29 19;

We are like bubbles forming in the depths of the sea of Consciousness.

We fill and expand till buoyancy’s release.

We rise to the surface and burst into life.

Our consciousness drawn towards this world defined by contrast and comparison.

Before our surfacing,

we as orbs of energy,

are directionless,

no up, nor down,

no left, nor right,

no cardinal points to restrict us.

Tell me,

where is the front of a bubble?

We are free and unlimited.

The necessary and habitual restraints of our cloak of humanesss causes us to limit our potential.

Our core is infinite.

There’s no place else to go, but within.

Back to our original form

beyond the boundaries of our humanness.