Tag: poetry

Morning Meds 12 18 21

Like a slow motion dream our dualistic world churns in lower energy patterns.

Energy congealed and thick as pudding.

Vibrations muted and muffled, resisting resonance like felts against a piano string.

We face fears, we say of the unknown, but really it is only because we have forgotten what we once knew.

As they say, we are spirits learning to be humans more than humans learning to be spiritual.

Struggle is part of this human experience/game/education/journey.

Transformations of thoughts, images and beliefs via investigation, meditation, dreams, and contacts create pathways through the clamor and thickness.

Our memories begin to be restored and we realize that we are just here on another visit and much of the seriousness is lessened.

Morning Meds; 12 18 19

When faced with impossible choices solutions can be hard to find.

Sometimes we just need to stir our pot of infinite choices and watch what new opportunities can be created by the energy of Source.

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Believing what you believe, no matter how right it seems,

may be the blockage to growth.

Run your beliefs by The Creator of All,

you won’t be lied to.

Morning Meds; 12 17 21

Me,

“Source, how much do you love me?”

Source,

“I do not love you more than any other and I do not love you any less.

I love you exactly the same as all the rest.

I love you individually, completely, unconditionally and eternally.

It doesn’t get any better than this.”

Morning Meds; 12 17 18

Our human forms are but puffs of smoke, yet the energy of our essence remains indestructible as we dance the dance of eternal existence .

Morning Meds; 12 17 19

While I meditated in my inner garden, Source passed by to gather the flowers He’s been growing in my heart.

Morning Meds; 12 16 19

We are a creative manifestation of God/Source, we are endowed with creative abilities.

It is easy to see ourselves as bellows while meditating.

Good in, bad out.

Wellness in, sickness out.

Abundance in, lack of out.

Just for fun try this.

I am creative, I fill my bellows with the perfection, the wellness, and the abundance I have always been and exhale them into my surroundings.

The universe will expand in response.

Bottled energy can create pressure, thoughts of.

I can’t keep up,

I’ve painted myself into a corner,

I’m trapped,

There’s no way out,

Oh hell, it’s Christmas again and I have too much to do, shrinks our universe.

Use your imagination to expand your space, take some pressure off, be the Creator you are.

I wonder if the expansion of our universe via the Big Bang, is just a single exhalation of Source.

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The single thought of ourselves as someone separated from Source, may be the only thought keeping us from realizing the fullness of inseparability.

Morning Meds; 12 16 21

I cast my net across the universe gathering words to feed my soul.

Imagines wriggling, wiggling, boiling beneath the net.

Churning the waters of the Black Sea of Imagination.

Information formed before the birth of time.

Inviting capture, wishing to be reviewed, received, passed on and released back to where it came.

Morning Meds; 12 15 19

What happens when allow the Berenstain Bears to linger in your meditation space?

Bogus beliefs of boundaries, beget barriers, barring the benevolent bounty of Source.

Malicious mental messages manifest malignant malevolent manifestations.

Sweet soothing sentences sent from Source, secures subsidence for the soul.

Sorry, I’ll try to be more careful tomorrow.

Ya must watch out for Doctor Seuss too.

Seeing we are forever; we are forever young.

Have a childish day.