Tag: poetry

Morning Meds; 2 6 19

Each day brings new opportunities to make the world a better place.

It’s as easy as a kind act and shared compassion.

Morning Meds; 2 6 20

No matter what our opinion is about the state of the union,

the state of our union with the intelligent consciousness of the universe,

is always 100% intact.

We can always find comfort in that realization.

Morning Meds; 2 5 19

Sit

Be still.

Feel your core.

Open its door.

Absorb the love.

Transcend

Repeat

The greatest service we can offer humanity at this time is to learn how to release love into the world.

Morning Meds; 2 5 20

Been meditating on the energizes of emotions.

It seems to me the energy of resentment against oneself or against another has a very similar feel to the energy of depression.

I’ve heard depression is anger turned inward.

Maybe the raised energy of forgiveness and unconditional love, will counter the pain of depression.

Certainly, couldn’t hurt.

Morning Meds; 2 4 20

The journey becomes so much easier when we remember all we have to do is follow our heart.

Morning Meds; 2 4 19

In the stillness of subdued thought, we can hear our essence speak.

Morning Meds; 2 3 22

I dreamt I was running.

I was watching myself run, knowing it was me, running up a soft hill through someone’s backyard.

Reaching the front of their yard, I turned east onto a sidewalk.

Flash, I see the same scene again, across the yard, up the hill, the eastern turn.

I realize that this is at least the third time I have repeated this trip.

I feel a determination to get past this point and not repeat it again.

The scene changes, I am looking north up a steep hill, maybe sixty degrees incline one hundred and fifty yards to the top.

The hill is covered with small trees, but right in front of me is a fresh cut path three to four feet wide straight to the top.

The path covered with the stubble of the cut trees, each about three inches above the ground.

The stubble is straight cut more like they were sawn than chopped.

A small ditch from erosion scars the center of the path, but no water is flowing down.

I thought, I will have to watch out for poison ivy and leaned forward to take the first step of towards jogging up the hill.

There are times in our life when it seems like we are not making any progress.

The dreaded rut becomes our accustomed route.

Winters pass slowly for me; I am always grateful for spring.

It is refreshing to know that new routes have been made available.

Even more refreshing to be shown through a dream.

We are unconditionally loved always.

Morning Meds; 2 3 20

Without an ending, there could be no beginning.

The discomforts of change we experience, are just us passing through doorways.

Just beyond their threshold the growth of new discoveries awaits.

Trust in the process, helps us not to cling to the door jambs.

Morning Meds; 2 3 19

Old energy we’ve carried since childhood can take on a life of its own.

It’s been with us so long that we’ve come to believe it’s us, but it’s not, it’s just an unwanted accessory we are accustomed to carrying.

When we recognize it for what it is, it can no longer hide.

Once exposed we can gratefully let it go and escort it out of our lives.

Those persistent trouble areas in our lives that seem so hard to shake are not the true us.

They are often only lingering old pains; we weren’t allowed to release.

The true us is 100% liberated happiness.

Morning Meds:2 2 19

It’s

Our dream

Our incarnation

Our life

Our beliefs

Our choices

Our decisions

Our history

Our lifestyle

Our results

Our emotions

Our intentions

Our health

It’s

Our responsibility to take responsibility for all the moments that created this moment.

It’s

Our choice to choose change, if we don’t, then who will?

Each moment our choices tip the scale,

Each moment we decide

if we are a victim or a victor.

Surround yourself with love, it opens the doors to change and wakes us to new beginnings.

Taking responsibility is not a punishment,

it returns our life back to its rightful owner,

Ourselves.