Tag: Meditation

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.

Morning Meds; 3 1 20

Practicing formlessness meditations allow us to slip the bounds that surround us.

We temporarily can feel the freedom of who and what we truly are.

Once we see ourselves as formless, we begin to see that we are always what we imagine ourselves to be.

This realization opens the doorway to free will and the power of choice.

We are so much more than what we allow ourselves to be.

Formlessness helps to restore our memory.

Morning Meds; 3 1 19

I bet if we could view our lives as just moving energy, we would look a lot like a lava lamp crossed with a Tesla coil.

Morning Meds; 2 28 20

In a dinner conversation a friend of mine told me of his white-water rafting trip down the Royal Gorge.

I said something about hanging on to the raft, he corrected me and spoke.

“No, you don’t want to hang on, you need to keep paddling if you want to get through the rapids.”

In our sometimes-turbulent spiritual journey of realization,

hanging on can seem to be the right thing to do,

when the real solution is to keep on paddling till the waters still.

Let’s keep paddling,

we are all in the same boat.

Morning Meds; 2 28 19

The universe will open as many doors as we need opened, to get us to the point of realization.

We just need to keep on knocking.

Morning Meds. 2 27 19

Changing how you evaluate something, changes its effect/energy.

Learn to cherish your faults, imperfections, and shortcomings, without them we would never learn forgiveness, compassion and unconditional love.

Treat yourself like a loved one.

Never talk worse to yourself than you would a stranger.

Morning Meds; 2 27 20

Gratitude gathers the goodness around us so we can feel it in our heart.

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But nullifies what proceeds it.

It can cancel dreams before they start.

…I can write, but I haven’t the time…

…I want a new job, but it’s hard…

…I can try, but I might fail…

You need to move your but!

…I might fail, but I can try…

…It’s hard, but I want a new job…

…I haven’t the time, but I can write…

Morning Meds 2 26 22

We may be our forebearers

reclad in flesh

and songs that seem new

are just echoes of what we sang before.

Carried back to us on ancient winds,

our songs returning home.

Songs we learned from nature’s spirit,

teaching us to trust our hearts.

Songs we sang with our own voice,

from a free and vibrant time.

Songs taught to us,

one on one,

we didn’t need a translator’s voice.

Returning now to set us free,

and to remind us of where we are from.