Morning Meds; 9 25 18
If you take a drop of water from the ocean,
No matter how you separate it, contain it or label it.
It remains 100% ocean.
No matter how we isolate, redefine or mislabeled ourselves,
we remain 100% Source.
There is nothing that’s not Source.
Morning Meds; 9 25 21
Continual pruning will stunt a plants growth.
Continual self criticism will stunt spiritual growth.
We spirituality flourish if we create a pathway that leads to an acceptance of the perfection of where we are at, at any given moment and the realization that growing pains are just part of our journey of realization.
Shame is the worst, it’s the like using Round Up to promote growth.
Intelligent encouragement is the fertilizer that causes us to thrive.
We are at our best when we feel good and at our worst we we feel bad.
Coach yourself with words, thoughts and beliefs of encouragement.
We flourish in an atmosphere of acceptance and self-love.
Put your shears away, give yourself a hug and see your beauty within.
Morning Meds; 9 25 19
I choose to see the beautiful me,
The one I never could see.
The one, buried beneath erroneous beliefs,
Beliefs covering the real me.
I choose to be the beautiful me,
The one I always was.
The one who is a spark of Source
Birthed from unconditional love.
Choose to see the beautiful you,
Don’t be tricked by religious or social lies.
Peer down deep within your soul
There’s nothing but beauty inside.
Choose to be the beautiful you.
It’s not something you need to hide.
Let the love of Source within your soul
Shine out through your beautiful eyes.
We are all in this together.
Morning Med; 9 24 21
We aspire to fly to lofty highs
in hopes to reach the divine,
but if the divine is absolutely everywhere,
it’s so much simpler
just to fall in.
Immerse yourself in Consciousness…..
Morning Meds; 9 24 19
The pursuit of,
I need to do or be better,
is running in the opposite
direction of self acceptance.
It’s no wonder
we sometimes feel torn.
I am a blue lotus
I bloom in subdued light,
a halo in the darkness.
My circular pad,
a shimmer of consciousness
rippling on the surface of eternity.
My stem descends through the black waters.
My roots spread deep into the black mud of Source.
The substrate sparkles like diamonds.
I choose to accept my beauty.
I am a blue lotus
A perpetual thought of existence
expanding through eternity.
Shimmering in a pool of bliss,
growing in the sea of infinite possibility.
I process my existence through a mirage of imagined realities,
dreams and meditative splendor.
All are illusions projected on the receptive screen
of formlessness that surrounds me.
In my heart I know,
I have never strayed from home.
This is a poem of hope and proof that beliefs that foster low self-esteem and depression can be changed. 5 23 21
Wonders within
Deep in our soul
Connections throughout eternity
From before and to come
Lifetimes of peril and of pleasure
Our conquests and failings
Spiritual gains and selfish stumblings
An endless array of endeavors
As we replant our essence
In the soil of the illusion of time
To grow, fruit and die
Lifetime after lifetime
Peeling back layers of amnesia
We see shimmers of our existence
Strung like Pearls
On our coiling stands
Our spiritual DNA
Morning Meds; 9 23 21
Opened my eyes to a new, this morning,
wondering what lay in store.
Remembered to toss Murphy’s Law in the trash,
decided what could go right, should.
The Universe is always conspiring to help me,
expect most everything will be fine.
Morning Meds; 9 22 21
Unaware
When I fail to feel the silence of Source,
it’s not a lack of presence.
It’s always my lack of awareness,
for we are always immersed in
the fullness of Consciousness,
there is nothing else.
Morning Meds; 9 22 19
Celebrate Your Core
For each of us, unprecedented strength and knowledge awaits us in the center of our core.
Strength that can alter our perceptions and beliefs.
Strength that can transform our vibrational essence.
Strength that ultimately opens our eyes, so we can realize our true formlessness and our abundant energies.
There’s no place better to go than in.
Celebrate your core.
Meditative Imagery 