Tag: dreams

Morning Meds; 3 5 19

We float between worlds,

like walkers on a wire,

balancing on their shifting union.

Using our ability to feel as a balancing pole,

we endlessly adjust to keep ourselves centered.

Morning Meds 3 4 20

Feelings are the gyroscope of our soul.

They let us know how centered we are.

Morning Meds; 3 4 19

If a car was driverless and we were just along for the ride….

The car would determine our direction of travel, rate of speed and destination.

The radio would dictate, the music and information listened to.

Our comfort would depend on how it set the gauges.

Our interaction with outside environments would depends upon if the windows were up or down.

The car could be a luxury sedan, a sports car or a clunker.

We would not be able to pick the people riding with us, it could be, those we enjoy and maybe a few, not so much.

If we wanted out, well it’s up to the car.

We would be at its mercy.

I wonder if it could be compared to letting our thoughts run unmonitored.

Speaking of myself… I often realize that the station playing on the radio of my mind, is not the one I prefer.

I, out of habit and familiarity just didn’t change the dial.

We are creative spiritual beings.

Our thoughts are our tools for change.

We can create any tool we need.

The box holding the tools, is imagination.

I always feel at my worst when I realize I’m travelling in a car labeled Victim.

That means I’ve given my tools to someone else.

Choose your life, it is your choice.

Morning Meds 3 3 22

A boat christened If Only, moored to the wharf called Regrets.

Let go of disappointments.

They only anchor you to what you feel you’ve lost.

Cast off from the shores of I Wish I Had and toss your sorrows aside.

The releasing of the denied prize allows it to live again, reborn in a new and better way.

Resentment locks you into places mired by how it might have been and hides what it could possibly be.

Resentment keeps you focusing and recreating what you don’t wish to have, over and over again.

Releasing it sets you free.

Cast off and start anew.

Start focusing on what could be and the shores of I Wish I Had become a memory.

Focus always has its way.

Morning Meds. 3 3 20

Could be the circumstances of our present moments are nothing more than the consequences of our beliefs.

The law of attraction doesn’t differentiate between good or bad.

Morning Meds; 3 3 19

Do you ever feel the essence of a memory as a homesickness in your soul?

A memory of a tranquil endless sea extending to the sky.

An ocean of reflected light.

The waters breathing in and out,

eternally alive.

A quietude

a haven of peace

an existence with conflict erased.

A memory wafting through the heart,

sensed when your relaxed enough to recall.

We came from there,

we often return,

a lull in our parade of lives.

Our place of birth,

our ancestral home,

the heart of the Creator of All.

Morning Meds; 3 2 20

Not treating yourself like a loved one, always bears investigation.

Humans; animated solidified illusions of light projected through a prism of thoughts.

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Morning Meds; 3 2 19

I requested a dream before I slept…

In the land of dreams, I sat with a woman.

She instructed me to feel the crease of folded wrinkled paper.

Ever so softly I ran my fingers along the fold.

Trying to feel it’s thickness.

Then she asked, “how many pieces do you hold?”

I thought it to be one, but she took her hand and parted the fold.

What I thought was one, was three. ……

Following the dream in meditation.

(It was a dream symbolizing I needed to refocus my awareness of what was important, and it would allow me a greater sensitivity.)

We look for thunder and lightning, but it is the subtle energy that turns a green leaf to gold.

The sunlight that warms a sleeping tree awake.

It’s the softness of an infant’s stare towards its mother.

The gentle ever flowing softness of life itself, that is the better quest.

It’s that type of softness that fills our life peace.

It was a wonderful dream.

Morning Meds; 3 1 22

An experienced toddler sat on a tetter-totter looking up its sharp incline.

Gripping both sides of the wooden plank he carefully pulled himself up an inch and a scootch at a time.

His feet that anchored him to the earth slowly lifted and dangled from each side.

Staring towards the summit he continued to inch and scootch giving the danger no mind.

Then he faltered, his focus fractured, he released his plight. He was balanced up above the world by nothing more than his grip and his seat.

He returned his eyes to the summit of his prize, swallowed deep and scootched his seat a few inches higher.

Coming to an impasse, the pipe suspending the plank. Not easily dismayed or given to fear he moved his right leg over, continuing with the left.

Inch and scootch, inch and scootch he moved a little faster, then a miracle happened, the tetter-totter began to float.

It rose behind him in a gentle arch, he watched the summit fall. Softly dropping from the sky to reveal the view behind.

It levitated for just a bit as if undecided as to what to do. The toddler on the totter scootched his seat once more.

He watched his desired prize slowly descend and land gently on the ground. With a triumphant smile he quickly slid the rest of the way down.

In our struggles to conquer impossible odds whether a hope or a challenging habit. If we keep our eyes focused on the prize, we desire and slowly scootch inch by inch by inch.

There finally comes a time when our persistence overcomes the height of the challenge, and we can begin a triumphant slide.