Tag: Consciousness healing

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.

Ego

Morning Meds; 9 28 21

If we make our ego our enemy, we will never become friends with ourselves.

We stand on perpetual trial, analyzing our motives, scrutinizing our actions, continously passing judgment for or against ourselves.

Self acceptance always deferred as we measure ourselves against standards chosen and set by the world around us.

Living Jade Jewel

I found this chrysalis today. The picture does not do it justice. You can barley see the row of sparkling jewels where it bulges out. This monarch butterfly put in a zipper.

I have a butterfly poem that I have tried to nurse to maturity for quite awhile. I guess I’ll dig it out of the files and see if it is ready to climb out of it’s cocoon. Maybe even fly.

In the mean time, …first a word of warning, I am a much better carpenter and plumber than I am a website administrator…in the mean time, here is an invite for all you writers and poets who have been kind enough to view my ramblings. If you feel so inclined, if you write a poem or thought about this caterpillar in transition, I’ll post under the picture. There need not be any theme, just your capable poetic thoughts.

It will be an opportunity for you to share your craft. Put your name on it, a link to your site and consider it a thank you.

I not interested in competition, that would take the fun out of it. I would like it to be an opportunity for people, who share a need to write, to paint their thoughts with words. Sort of a writers conversation.

I will do my best to figure out how to get them under that picture as quickly as I can. Thank you

Watchers

Morning Meds; 9 27 19

I was taught to be a watcher,

a watcher, watching me.

But if I look back over my shoulder,

I see an endless row of watcher.

The reflection of reflections,

as far as I can see.

Who is the original watcher?

Who is it that first watched me?

Who is at the end

of the endless watchers,

as far as I can see?

Choices

Morning Meds; 9 27 21

We don’t have to preserve

Yesterday’s experiences,

Our recollections,

Our collections of now.

They are not us.

An experience never is.

We are greater than them.

We can scrape the collapsed form from our wheel,

Toss the unsolved poem away,

Clean our palette,

Toss the cracked carving into the woodstove,

We can start a new story.

Every moment is new.

Only we can fill it with old.

Yesterday’s disappointments

need not sour our now.

We always have that choice.

Transcending Beliefs

Morning Meds; 9 26 19

The shifting sands of transcending beliefs, wiggling beneath my feet.

What once was right, is now all wrong and what was wrong is right.

No solid footing for my steps, the constant fear of

falling,

falling,

falling,

into the bottomless abyss,

which I now doubt exists.

Looking back, what was, is gone.

The pieces shattered, scattered, they no longer seem to fit.

I know I must press on.

There’s no place else to go.

I follow the compass of you heart, like a Salmon swimming home.

In this desert of change, there is always a

drawing, a pulling, a knowing,

carrying me along.

Unconditional love in all its fullness awaits.

Envisioned

Morning Med; 9 26 21

If we envision a better life,

Thoughts and beliefs to the contrary

Will slowly

Drip

Drip

Drip

Away,

Thought

By

Thought

By

Thought

Like ice greeting the morning sun.

Their energy content flowing back Into formlessness, and

The new energy from our

Improved vision

Thrives in their absence.

Persistent practice frees our soul

From it’s frozen constants

And rebirth stirs in our hearts.