Category: spiritual imagery

Journeying through dreams and meditation

Altered Perspective

Morning Meds; 10 25 21

Situations and events happen in our lives that cannot be undone and whether by choice or when those choices were made, we may not know.  

That leaves us with our perspectives and our incessant need to label things.  

In this picture, are you the tree or the vine? 

Which is the event and which is the reaction to the event? 

Both of these expressions of living energy are affected by the other and there is no way to undo what has happened.  

One can choose to see oneself as the tree, which is being choked out by the vine or  

one can see oneself as the vine that has used an event as an opportunity to reach greater heights. 

We can label our experiences as we see fit.

Captured Firefly Flashes

Morning Meds; 10 24 19

The personages of Gods have risen in many forms.  

They have appeared throughout civilizations like firefly flashes above a darkened meadow.  

Believing ourselves to be separated from their splendour, humanity has sought to catch the essence of their light, believing them to be the fullness of Consciousness.  

Consciousness is much more than the flashes of Deities.  

Using the analogy of fireflies;  

The fireflies, their flash, the meadow, the darkness, humanity’s attempts to capture their essence, each and all are one in the same.  

There in nothing else but Consciousness.  

It’s expressions, that we try to isolate, label and categorize are just the fullness of Its expansion.  

It’s expansion constantly reminds us that each and all of us are one in the same and all our fears of separation are ill founded.  

If Consciousness is everything and everywhere, how is it possible to ever be separated?  

We are all an expression of Consciousness. 

Stillness

Morning Meds; 10 23 18

Our planets orbit and spin,

as if attached to cogs on a giant clock.

The preeminence of time prevails.

Yet, one step of faith to where time is no more and

the preeminence of Source prevails.

All things become new.

Blockages unbarricaded,

conditions changed and

diseases dissolved.

It lies in the stillness of meditation in the quiet beyond your mind.

Butterfly Essence

On the belly of a leaf,

In the cool of its shade,

Near the rusted rake,

Forgotten by the gardener. 

…

The essence of a butterfly 

Stirs in its emerald sphere. 

Two united, reconfigured into one, 

The combined essence of its parental pair. 

…

A freeing push, 

A silent tear, 

A flood of light, 

A new life appears. 

…

An infant caterpillar unfurls. 

Driven by growth, 

It moves to the edge of a leaf. 

Swallowing up its essence. 

…

While the world continually shifts from light to dark. 

It reaches its length of days, 

Then, draws a silken strand 

And spins itself its shroud. 

…

On the belly of a leaf 

In the cool of its shade 

Near the rusted rake 

Forgotten by the gardener. 

…

In the darkness of its silken shroud,  

The essence of life transforming, 

Hangs by a thread,

Changing.  

…

The reshaped essence of the plant 

Transformed to be its own, 

The essence of the parental pair and it’s own.

The four reshaped as one. 

…

Energy continually reused 

Rearranged, reshaped, reformed 

Recombined changing a 

Silken shroud into womb. 

…

On the belly of a leaf 

In the cool of its shade 

Near the rusted rake 

Forgotten by the gardener 

…

A blacked womb twitches. 

A silence tear, 

A flood of light, 

A new life appears. 

…

Struggling with a form unknown,

Pulling itself to the light,

Wings hardened by air,

The essence of many takes flight. 

…

Its essence a combination, 

Of generation upon generation,

The eternal act of sharing,

Ones living essence with another.