Tag: poetry

Morning Meds; 5 27 20

Exceptional dreams and desires bring exceptional experiences into our lives.

Morning Meds; 5 27 19

Like the dew clinging to the strands of a spider’s web.

Our past lives sparkle with the light of life shining from within.

Each droplet reflects and contains the joys, sorrows, tragedies and triumphs of each existence.

The life song of each vibrates on the strand like music from a violin and each of us dances to its song.

The disharmony of one can be repeated in the next and the wisdom learned can be repeated.

If we train our ear to hear, we can retrace our path, make amends to ourselves and mute the effects of choices gone awry.

The unsolved mysteries of our present life explained, and we are released to dance unhindered by the unrecalled.

There is a pathway to remembering.

Morning Meds; 5 26 20

Just wondering… I wonder if our acupuncture points are energy points on our light body and that is why we don’t have any physical structures or morphology to explain them.

I wonder if it were possible to fade out the physical body so that we could only see the acupuncture system, if we would see the points as sparkly lights and the meridians as living streaks of light connecting them.

The glowing chakra system spinning along the length of our spine and beyond.

The essence of Source’s brilliance at our core center.

What a magical dance of light that would be.

It would make an interesting special efforts video.

It makes one look at the whole, we are nothing but a living energy system, in a new light.

It would help us to realize more fully that we are just living conscious energy.

Morning Meds: 5 26 19

The old verse, “you have not, because you ask not.”

The simple act of asking creates doorways to infinite possibilities.

The simple act of believing keeps the doors open.

Believing that help is hard to get keeps doorways closed.

We already have everything we need, it’s just a request away.

Morning Meds; 5 25 20

We are boundless, formless, conscious energy.

When we attempt to define ourselves by definition it is to limit our possibilities by setting boundaries.

Define.

1. To state or describe exactly the nature, scope or meaning.

2. To mark out the boundary or limits.

We are only as limited as we choose to believe.

(I’m sure that even this opening statement somehow creates limitations.)

Morning Meds; 5 25 19

I had a dream that my car wouldn’t start, when I opened the hood there was a mummy’s left hand holding a tube. The tube was part of the internal functioning of the car.

When I pried it loose from the mummy’s hand, I heard the whisper of the breaking of a vacuum.

The mummy’s thumb was like a stopper.

The tube had a yellow green liquid around the rim.

I shared the dream with an enlightened friend and asked her if she thought it might be past life related. Her first remark was, maybe it is like ancient energy.

The tube having liquid on the rim the color of a yellow green mix, her thought was bile. (For me, now I would look at it as a symbol of a mixture of emotions, green and my heart chakra, green.)

Bile for me relates to the process of throwing up old stuff we have stored in our lives and past lives.

It’s the last thing you throw up.

I meditated on it, and this is what popped out….

We are energy, developing, defining, and distributing ourselves in an experience called living.

Worlds collide, worlds dissipate, but we are constant.

Who knows how many positive choices we may have made in prior experiences that we are just now beginning to inherit.

Passages of heightened awareness through and from cultures when we may have been more entuned.

Our higher selves investing in our own/ their own future.

Like a mummy’s hand holding a sealed vessel just waiting to be opened in this now moment.

Preserved ancient energy waiting to be released to our present experience, gifts from ancestors.

Morning Meds 5 24 20

Superimposed upon our soul, the higher aspects of ourselves dance within our heart.

Morning Meds; 5 24 19

Sometimes meditation can really allow you to feel your age, ancient, timeless, eternal…

Morning Meds; 5 23 20

Like a wiener dog that jumped and only made it halfway through the tire swing, switching your spiritual beliefs from one to another can kind of leave you hanging.

Once you regain your footing the journey becomes easier.

Morning Meds; 5 22 19

If we give fear a paintbrush, it can paint a dreadful scene.

Once painted, we have the choice whether to climb into the painting or to look the other way.

If you allowed yourself to paint such a painting today, paint the phrase,

but love can….

hand the brush to your higher self, regroup and watch the magic begin.