Tag: poetry

Morning Meds; 4 12 20

When we concentrate on the concentration of strength, help and love that is always available within us, we can rest in the silent peace of our core.

Morning Meds; 4 11 19

See yourself as a rendered skitch.

Slowly let your higher self slowly erase you.

Inch by inch, cell by cell, from crown to the bottom of your feet.

With it goes your repository of hopes and fears, your trophy shelf of accomplishments and file box of failures, your physical essence both well and frail.

Erase until only a blank page remains.

What do you have left?

A new beginning filled with infinite possibilities and potential.

How we could imagine ourselves in our wildest daydream, would be tame compared to what we truly are.

Interesting mantra, I recall the I Am, I am.

Have a great day!

Morning Meds 4 8 22

Dream…

I don’t remember the early parts of the dream, but at the end I was standing beside a machinist helping him run a machine, facing south.

I turned to my right so as to look to the northeast, and I saw this old guy, I thought it to be my employer, pushing the door shut and all the lights went off, leaving me in complete darkness.

I interpret most of my dreams in a context of information concerning my imagined spiritual journey.

Symbolically the South is my physical life, northeast is spiritual future events. Due north would be present tense spiritual situation.

The easiest conclusion would be some evil old entity was going to trap me in a room and I would be left in spiritual darkness.

That makes for a lot of drama and fear, not my cup of tea.

I realized that for me this old guy is always symbolic of the old belief system I am exiting.

He seems to be a frequent flier in my dreams, he even flipped me off once.

So, the old guy, my boss, I’m sure is an aspect of myself.

When I meditate on a dream, I always get information which I write down.

This is what I got when I meditated….

Is there anything that could close a door to Consciousness?

I think not, for any door is constructed of the same material.

The frame, the jambs, the trim, the hinges, the latch, the lock….

The wall that supports the door, the walls that create the enclosure, the ceiling, the floor….

the human form who closed the door and turned off the light, even every thought about the experience.

They are all the same material, from the dream experienced to the imagination that imagined the separation.

Boundaries are only created in an atmosphere that believes in the possibility of separation and the contrasts of duality.

Beyond this imagined space we realize that all there is, is, All There Is.

The diversity and contrasts we see as dangerous, or distracting are seen in their true context, and they become a thing of useful symbolic beauty helping us to free ourselves.

There are no true boundaries when we travel by way of consciousness because we can see the whole illusion.

We realize we are so much more than what we experience, we are greater than someone trapped in a room.

We are one with All There Is.

We are Consciousness and can anything close a door to Consciousness?

Morning Meds; 4 10 19

The constraints that restrain our progress are the illusions of our imagination gone awry.

Our imagination is the paintbrush of our mind.

It was never meant to be discarded, stifled nor forsaken as we aged.

Paint yourself unrestrained, unrestricted, and flowing forward like the wind.

Picture yourself and your life as beautiful.

Morning Meds; 4 10 20

There is a call to silence and as you meditate, it easily seeps in, filling you with its warmth.

It’s like someone has opened the tap.

Once the peace rises past the chatter and silence drowns out the noise, splendid experiences await.

I imagined myself as the center of a flower surrounded by the eight petals of Taoist change.

The petals multiplied into a sunflower and began spiraling clockwise upwards until they closed around themselves and my essence like the twisted leaf of a rising Hosta.

I felt fear dissolve and faith rise.

I was encased in protection.

We are always protected by our connection to Source.

We are always at the center of the thousand petaled lotus flower of Divine Compassion.

Silence is the quickest way to find what we call now.

Meditation is the quickest way to find silence.

Stay safe, no, correction, I mean…. We are safe, for we are wrapped in unconditional love.

Morning Meds; 4 9 20

In this transition, it is easy to see this virus as an unconditional evil striking where it chooses, but you can’t have evil without love, there is always balance.

The balance is the unconditional love being shown by the world’s caregivers as they bravely save lives.

Human compassion is always beautiful to see, tragedy always draws it to the surface.

Morning Meds; 4 9 19

Faith is the name of the horse that pulls the cart filled with results.

The horse before the cart, is seeing yourself already free, that’s the key to freedom.

Waiting to be free so you can enjoy liberty is the cart before the horse.

We experience what we believe to be true. If we believe we are free we will experience it.

Morning Meds; 4 9 22

If you look at the universe on an atomic level,

every millisecond the whole universe changes.

If it is this way physically, how much more spiritually?

“You can’t step into the same river twice.”

I think it is either Buddhists or Taoists in origin.

Morning Meds; 4 8 19

Whenever my spiritual drain seems backed up,

I always have a lot of, I’m a victim, to clean up.

I have a lot less mess when I take full responsibility for all my mental choices.

Morning Meds; 4 8 20

The doors that offer the best help are the ones that require a prolonged silence to open.