Tag: poetry

Pixie Dust

Morning Meds; 12 30 19

Pixie dust and dandelion seeds, drifting side by side.

Both are a simple act of God, products of the Devine.

Taught to disregard our spirit guides, “There are no imaginary friends.

You need to let this all go and get past your childish whims”

Given beliefs not our own and not allowed to search.

We slowly fade within ourselves, tormented by the hurt.

Pixie dust and dandelion seeds, together in the sun.

It seems, imaginative hearts and the mind of God, really, they are one.

Be childish today,

imagine a miracle.

The Flu

Morning Meds; 12 29 21

Missed my morning meditation, first one I’ve missed in I don’t remember when.

I caught the flu, bummer.

I had an interesting experience though, as I lay there with my head pounding, I decided to send love to the virus.

Although a virus isn’t considered a living thing because it hijacks other living cells and replicates through their anatomy, I believe it would have consciousness of some form.

It’s made of molecular energy, and I believe that seeing molecular energy as the beginning expression of Source provides the easiest way to see how we are all one.

We spend our lifetimes here swapping molecules with everything else.

When I started sending love to this energy, I didn’t like but did it just because it is an expression of Source energy, the headache went away.

Love is the solution to everything.

I’m in the process or bartering for it to have a very short visit.

Have a great day, I’m going back to bed.

Off to Kindergarten

Morning Meds; 12 29 19

If you’ve ever had to help a kindergarten teacher pry your screaming five-year-old son loose from your leg as you backed out a door on his first day of kindergarten, you have a great picture of how we cling to the things we love.

Change can be frightening.

Love does not always appear as what is best.

Love can come as a healing storm of disturbing thoughts.

Turmoils of health, infraction of divine laws, unjust appraisals.

Love, like weather can be many things.

I prefer butterflies and tulips, warm sunlight and gentle rains, but change is inevitable.

Letting go of our cherished beliefs and prejudices opens our world to new things and beautiful riches.

We are unconditionally loved, trust in that.

We are always safe with Source.

We are one with our Creator.

Source and us always know what we are doing, at a higher level.

Trust the process.

Brick by Brick

Morning Meds; 12 28 19

Brick by brick,

thought by thought,

event by event,

we construct our surroundings and incase ourselves with our interpretations.

We create our boundaries, our gateways, our sense of liberty, our fears of entrapment, our hopes and dreads, by our evaluation of our accumulated now’s.

Within us are all the keys to, all the locks, all the doors, all the encoded messages that separates us from recognizing our oneness with Source.

We are only held captive by a disbelief in our ability to free ourselves.

Wayne Dyer taught, change your thoughts and your world will change with them.

Turn the lock, set yourself free.

If openings the door seems unsafe, then redecorate.

Fill every space within with love and enjoy the beauty.

Beauty

MorningMeds; 12 28 18

Beauty is,

the golden lake just beyond our human form.

Beauty is,

to know that the golden lake is our original form.

Beauty is,

to know, that we are all we need to be.

Beauty is,

that there is no need to toil, fret or fear.

Beauty is,

to know the works all done.

Beauty is,

just to be.

Moments of Change

Morning Meds; 12 27 21 When we are quieting our minds and settling into the silence of meditation we reconnect to Divine Consciousness. All things are done through Consciousness and during these moments we are changed. Our spiritual abilities expand and enhance our human adaptability and possibilities. We are slowly returned to our original form.