Tag: Meditation

Not You, Not Me

Morning Meds; 10 8 22

As we wave our minds through the fog of solidity we begin to see that nothing is solid.

Not you, not me.

We exist as a mist surrounded by a fog in a cloud of imagined realities.

Ever changing, constantly reshaping ourselves by whims, beliefs and intentions.

Our greatest strength is our fluidity.

Our greatest solace is that we can always change.

Our greatest tool of transformation is realization.

Our greatest guiding direction is always love.

Healing Waters

Morning Meds 10 7 22

Healing waters

Rivers rising through me

Rivers of white light

A Transformative touch beyond the line that runs between the spiritual and the profane.

Seeking physical manifestation and spiritual change

Through the vail of hidden truths

Through portals of access to the divine

Light flowing like water

When caps are removed the energies rise overflowing the small shelter housed in our heart.

Someone sent me healing today.

I know not who

I passed it on down the line to all I knew and

asked the healing to return the healer so they could feel it too.

…following a dream… .

Kaleidoscope

10 6 22

We are a spectrum of light seen and unseen. We experience it plainly and as a driving force shielded away beneath our awareness.

We are a shimmering kaleidoscope of shifting Consciousness, our awareness viewed on our screen of perceptions projected through the prism of our beliefs.

Our diversity displayed by the facets cut by our experiences with and by the actions of others. These experiences color our world in our own way.

We can see ourselves as the miracle of our expressions,

we can see ourselves as the many faceted prism, the gem that we are,

or we can see ourselves as the beam of light before we project ourselves through our prism of thoughts and beliefs.

Any of these three are a miracle we seldom take time to realize,

yet here we are, a living creative spirit helping to decorate an ever expanding universe.

Behaviors Do Not Define Us

Morning Meds; 10 5 22

An action or a behavior never defines who or what we are, it only reflects what we believe about ourselves or others.

We are first and foremost divine creative spirits of light experiencing the challenges of being human.

We find ourselves as we look within.

Turtle Ferries

Morning Meds; 10 4 22

A freed soul freshly shedding it’s human shell steps from a shaft of light.

Back-lit, casting a shadow into the Beyond.

Peering into the twilight straining to see a distant movement.

The migration of sky turtles moving across the blackness of space.

Stepping stones streaching to the end of vision.

Their flippers gathering every now and pushing it into the past.

The wake of their movements trailing behind, rippleing the stillness of time.

Each a transporter of souls carrying them upon their back, ferrying them home to the Sea Of Consciousness.

A turtle rising through a shimmer at the feet of the waiting soul, turning around to offer it’s back.

Climbing upon the turles top, the turtle looking back to see and with a wink and a sigh it straighting it’s neck and pulling against the sky.

The excited memories of migration stirred in the memories of the souls.

Memories forgotten while dancing on earth except for homesicknesses lingering wieght.

The inner knowing of a life beyond earth’s menagerie of forms at a place of unhampered unity.

A place where love is all and all is love and a peaceful silence soothes.

Other turtles and other souls migrating back as they journey home.

Family reunions, enlightened realizations,

weights choosen to be borne, dropped into the Sea of Consciousness,

celebrations for another life lived, anticipation of what is next to come.

Breath

Morning Meds 10 3 22

Breath is a transmittal gateway to change in the human expression of form.

We breathe in new life and expell that which has served its purpose.

The stream of thoughts slow,

The churn of stress recedes,

The clarity of what we are rises.

We are one with the Creator Of All at our core.

Breath reconnects us to the realization that we can never be disconnected.

We are always what we were before we came into this world.

When we exit this world we will remain what we have always been.

Sorting Sand Grains

Morning Meds; 10 1 22

Memories preserved in crystallized time, sorting the useful from the unneeded.

Shifting through sand, saving the grains of pleasure and letting the others slide.

Cleansing a soul of those that scratch from those worn smooth by constant touch.

Every moment births a memory, combined they make us who we are.

Both the useful and the now unneeded share a beauty, but the beauty is only seen when we recognize their purpose.

Day Old Goulash

Morning Meds; 9 31 22

Some foods taste better afters they have sat in the refrigerator for a day. Spaghetti, Goulash, Chilli, you know the ones. All their ingredients and spices blending together as one enhancing the other.

Dreams can be like that, we enjoy them one night, but as they set and gestate in our soul, the ingredients of their provided information blends together as one.

When we revisit them we notice the small details, a pinch of truth here, a small fact there.

We can see the message beneath the symbolism, the energy beneath the form.

Our inner soul dines with the Divine when we dream.