Tag: poetry

Morning Meds; 2 2 20

When we feel we don’t fit in, it seems easier to try to stand out, either position is uncomfortable. We all fit perfectly into the puzzle of the universe.

The sandpaper needed to soften the edges and remove the obstacles to feeling at peace and in place, is labeled “I love me.”

The more we practice unconditional love towards ourselves, the more the illusion of separation will disappear and the more we can see how we fit into the beauty of the universe.

Look yourself straight in your eyes and tell yourself, “I love me.”

You know, you would just be repeating what Source says to us all the time.

…. I have been doing this my grandchildren for a few years while holding them in front of a mirror. It is my hope that they will retain the experience and it will help them to love themselves more. We say I love you, pointing towards each other, then pointing towards ourselves we say, I love me. It’s good for one’s soul.

Morning Meds; 2 2 22

Dreams speak in the language of symbolism. What we see in a dream may appear as fantasy or unrelated, but what it represents is real to us. Concepts and thoughts are often defined by shapes or forms. These forms are symbols that have aspects that communicate with our belief systems. Some forms seem to be universal with most people, but each thing we see or experience in a dream is as personalized as our DNA. What something means to one person may have a different meaning to another.

If meditation is something you have incorporated into your life, you can reimagine the dream while meditating and see deeper into the symbolism you encountered. You can use what you learn as a means to work through different aspects of your life.

Happy dreams.

Morning Meds; 2 1 20

As we walk through doors to new truths, the atmosphere on the other side may require a period of acclimation, before we can catch up with the changes within.

Morning Meds; 2 1 20

We grow into our beliefs like an insect.

Our outer shells can no longer contain the change.

Our expansion forces our protective covering to shed, a new vulnerability often remains.

With each shed, our eyes reopen, to see beyond the skins we wear.

Beneath our old facade lies a new us, ready to grow and shed again.

We strip away the facade of limitations, woven with fibers of fear.

We glimpse of light that glows within; we see past the boundaries we’ve made.

Boundaries erected by limited beliefs, constructed of faulty conclusions.

We see into our core for the first time and see its eternal glory.

We begin to see what we didn’t see before.

The creative energy of a single thought, the eternal evolution of our soul.

We realize that we all are One, One with the All in All, dancing in a masquerade ball.

Morning Meds 2 1 22

The barrier of

I Can’t

Is breached through the door beneath the inscription,

I’ll Try

and it always opens into the land of

Now, I Am.

The realm of

Perfectionism

is filled with anguished souls lamenting,

“I’ll never do it well enough.”

While in the realm of

“I’ll Try My Best.”

people busy themselves with activities.

See your attempts at something new as if you’re an infant learning to feed oneself.

New beginnings are often messy and seldom pretty, but there is no other way.

Morning Meds; 1 31 20

If we could clearly see the layers,

we have already passed through,

in our search for our inner essence.

The true essence of who and what we are.

We would see a progression of reflections,

like reflections in a mirror,

the reflections of the who’s and what’s

we thought ourselves to be

and the continual

gradual change that has taken place within.

We would descend through layers of experiences

and their manifested realizations

and we would see how we have overlooked

how great the changes have been

because we tend to focus on

what we think we must have next.

We would see the multiplicity of forms

that we have already passed through,

during our existence

and we would see that

we are completely whole and intact.

We are and always have been,

the creative essence of the Creator of All

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The positives and negatives in our lives are not a reflection of who or what we are,

it is a reflection of what we believe.

We are 100% Source Energy.

Morning Meds; 1 30 20

The beauty of a light bulb isn’t that it reflects light like the moon.

It’s beauty lies in the fact that it radiates a fire from within like the sun.

We are not moons, we are stars, our beauty is the eternal fire of consciousness that radiates from within.

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Our spiritual consciousness is continuously connected to the intelligent conscious energy that thought all things into being.

We have always been one.

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The blankness of infinity is undefined formless unmanifested possibilities, the great Void.

Then our eternal consciousness sparks, a gathering begins, a drawing in, a spattering of defused light.

A cloud of intentions, desires and wishes. Thoughts of hopes and fears. Suspicions of more, revelations appear. Experiences recalled, revisited, and reviewed.

Infiniti’s wealth spiraling through our funnel of eternal intent. Funneled down through our permanence of existence and in a flash of light, we are born, and our personal world appears.

Our personal reality dances around us as consciousness is reformed and is continuously transformed, reimagined, and newly expressed. Our created world forms as it drips from our funnels tip.

We live our lives as an expression of light formed from the infinite black unmanifested potential, each life less than a moment in the absence of time.

Then our created worlds dissolve back to darkness of infinity, but our spark remains intact so we can funnel the unmanifested possibilities and recreate our lives again.