Tag: poetry

Morning Meds; 3 9 20

Beauty is the unexpected impossible droplets of linked events that can happen in our life.

One of the obstacles I choose for myself in this incarnation was/is overcoming depression.

Habitual thoughts and feelings still arise at times.

3/1… during meditation I requested a Spirit of Joy to visit me, I thought that’s what I needed.

3/2 … I dreamt,

I was on a deck, attached to an A frame house. The deck was a slate blue/grey. That means something to me. Next, I was on the top of the roof and some people were throwing rocks up to me. I caught a couple of them and then they threw up a green stone, which was just a bit out of reach.

I recognized the stone, it’s one I use in connection with my heart chakra. (I think that it symbolizes the need for me to fall back to the Heart Sutra for a while.)

Then I was back on the deck, and I saw someone climbing down the roof, I hurried over to help her down. Taking her hand, I helped her onto the deck. I realized it was my friend Angie.

Angie at age 21 choose to leave this world 18 years ago, a casualty of depression. Her middle name is Joy.

I don’t think it is Angie exactly, but it is a recognizable symbol that my request was heard. Couldn’t have been delivered by a sweeter soul. Pretty cool.

Sunday, my wife Cheryl and I went to a meditation/ past life regression class, conducted by a friend of ours. In one of the sessions, we did a, find your guide journey.

In the visualization I saw this face I hadn’t seen before. It was a golden face surrounded by what looked like seven golden flower petals. It shimmered.

As it progressed, she seemed to turn into a sunflower like essence. Her gown had green sleeves like dandelions leaves, the rest of her stayed a glowing golden yellow.

She was to give me a box, which she did. It was about a foot long and shaped like a giant Sunflower seed. I still am in the process of finding out what to do with it.

I did eat it, I also planted it in my heart, but I think there is more. It felt real good.

When I get a symbol that doesn’t trigger a thought and I’m not sure of a meaning, I look it up in a dream book. This is what it said, Sunflowers specifically stands for Spiritual Joy.

How cool is that. Like I said, beauty is the unexpected, impossible droplets of linked events that can happen in our lives.

There is so much available to us when we ask. We are loved completely just the way we are.

Morning Meds; 3 8 19

If calendar days were bubbles, floating on the winds of time.

I would visit the sacred space within and relive the days once mine.

The who I was, contained inside and the what I knew, at that then,

would be mine to gather and recall, so I could use it over again.

Morning Meds. 3 7 19

Two shaman worms had identical dreams.

In the dream each were standing in a circle of divine light skillfully juggling three orbs of energy.

When they awoke, the first worm felt saddened by the dream.

“What a strange dream. Me, juggling? Ha, that’s a laugh.”

The other worm, laughed with joy and thought,

“Wow! I didn’t know! I have arms!”

Morning Meds; 3 6 19

Alchemists request…

Please sprinkle into the cauldron of my heart, the perfect combination of inspired thoughts, that will softly facilitate love for humanity, for we are all one.

The thoughts we choose to retain from the continuous stream of options form the beliefs that shape our lives.

At any given now, we are the personification of all our thoughts and beliefs.

Morning Med; 3 6 22

I can’t imagine a war ripping my world apart.

All my fears at this moment are at the most, projected possibilities, not tanks in the front yard.

Sending love to the situation seems pale compared to the severity of the events, yet there is nothing more powerful or anything that could influence change more quickly.

It is stirring to so many like-minded souls sharing the wealth of their spiritual abundance as they pray and request peace to be restored to Ukraine.

It is stirring to see the same intent coming from all the different concepts of whatever or whomever we as collective souls see the Creator of All to be.

A united front of various religious beliefs all asking for the same thing.

Sadly, it seems that tragedy and chaos is the needed catalyst that brings humanity together as one.

Whatever your beliefs system let’s imagine, great things for Ukraine and our counterparts experiencing this storm.

We are all one, this is as much our storm as it is theirs.

Morning Meds; 3 5 19

We float between worlds,

like walkers on a wire,

balancing on their shifting union.

Using our ability to feel as a balancing pole,

we endlessly adjust to keep ourselves centered.

Morning Meds 3 4 20

Feelings are the gyroscope of our soul.

They let us know how centered we are.

Morning Meds; 3 4 19

If a car was driverless and we were just along for the ride….

The car would determine our direction of travel, rate of speed and destination.

The radio would dictate, the music and information listened to.

Our comfort would depend on how it set the gauges.

Our interaction with outside environments would depends upon if the windows were up or down.

The car could be a luxury sedan, a sports car or a clunker.

We would not be able to pick the people riding with us, it could be, those we enjoy and maybe a few, not so much.

If we wanted out, well it’s up to the car.

We would be at its mercy.

I wonder if it could be compared to letting our thoughts run unmonitored.

Speaking of myself… I often realize that the station playing on the radio of my mind, is not the one I prefer.

I, out of habit and familiarity just didn’t change the dial.

We are creative spiritual beings.

Our thoughts are our tools for change.

We can create any tool we need.

The box holding the tools, is imagination.

I always feel at my worst when I realize I’m travelling in a car labeled Victim.

That means I’ve given my tools to someone else.

Choose your life, it is your choice.

Morning Meds 3 3 22

A boat christened If Only, moored to the wharf called Regrets.

Let go of disappointments.

They only anchor you to what you feel you’ve lost.

Cast off from the shores of I Wish I Had and toss your sorrows aside.

The releasing of the denied prize allows it to live again, reborn in a new and better way.

Resentment locks you into places mired by how it might have been and hides what it could possibly be.

Resentment keeps you focusing and recreating what you don’t wish to have, over and over again.

Releasing it sets you free.

Cast off and start anew.

Start focusing on what could be and the shores of I Wish I Had become a memory.

Focus always has its way.

Morning Meds. 3 3 20

Could be the circumstances of our present moments are nothing more than the consequences of our beliefs.

The law of attraction doesn’t differentiate between good or bad.