Tag: poetry

Unchangeability

Morning Meds; 4 30 22

One of the greatest doorways to change in one’s life is embracing the possibility that you could be wrong or that what you were taught might not be true.

Being locked into unchangeable beliefs whether your own or another’s offers security and protection like fortress walls, but the wall that protect can just as easily be used to imprison.

Being fallible allows one the liberty to learn, reassess and grow.

Bless yourself and others with the ability to be wrong.

Treat yourself like a loved one.

Exonerated

Morning Meds; 4 30 19

My spiritual journey has put me in many different spiritual states.

I’ve gone from youthful innocents, to damned, to forgiven, to exonerated*, to a new something I lack words to describe.

Most importantly, I know I am unconditionally loved, and the fear invoked by all the previous states is gone.

*I was taught that I was hell bound, not for my actions, but for my inherited state of being born a hopeless sinner.

Makes me think of Steve Martin in The Jerk where he said, “I was born a poor Black child.”

When I realized that the Whomever or Whatever in charge, most likely isn’t some type of racist, who would damn someone for something that is not a fault or for something they had no say over, I concluded I was exonerated.

Being born a human, at no fault of my own, is not a crime demanding eternal damnation.

For me, this realization opened the door to unconditional love.

It also closed the door to hopelessness.

This has been my experience; I’m not wanting to step on what someone else believes.

It is just what I needed it all to get me to realize how loved I eternally am.

Spiritual Photosynthesis

Morning Meds; 4 29 19

I thought of the burning sun, shining on the leaves of plants.

The plants absorb the energy and through photosynthesis convert it into energy packets that it then converts into chemicals to live and thrive with.

I don’t think we are all that different spirituality.

Our core shines like the sun. We absorb the energy, convert it to usable information or feelings, which we use to live and thrive with.

We contain a universe.

Look inside.

Adding Pieces

Morning Meds; 4 28 22

What pieces are we adding to our future by the thoughts we pursue today?

Ladders, bridges, clear highways or barriers, impasses, or clutter?

We create our realities one thought at a time.

We maintain our realities one thought at a time.

Every moment is an opportunity to nudge our lives closer to the reality we prefer.

It’s just a thought away.

You Are Here

Morning Meds; 4 28 19

No matter where the…there…we want to get to, it is just like the location map on a buildings wall.

We have to start from the arrow pointing to…you are here…

If we follow the path that always materializes beneath our feet as we walk, we will pass through enough…you are here’s… to arrive at the…there… we seek.

It’s like a board game, it ends when we are safe at home.

Being home, we realize we have always been home and the …there’s… are just the experiences we needed so we could open our hearts to see our completeness.

Then we get to play again.

My Opinions

Morning Meds; 4 27 19

On my way to stillness, I tripped over a bag of my opinions.

How absurd is it to believe my bag of opinions is any more valid than anyone else’s bag of opinions.

We all have our own disks of beliefs that we slip into our view finder and flip through.

Each person’s set of disks is valid relative to their experiences, needs and dreams.

We are all creating our own stories.

The less we judge others, the more accepting we are of ourselves.

Treat yourself like a loved one.

Treat others the same.