Tag: poetry

Parts Per Billion

Morning Meds; 11 16 19

Energetic cleansing

For lead water pollution is measured in ppb (parts per billion)

15 parts lead in a billion parts water equals pollution.

Sometimes it is easier to just keep adding clean water, than to try and find and remove the unuseful parts.

The more we think about the magnitude of our power Source, the cleaner energy we dump into our soul.

In time, the unuseful parts are diluted enough to no longer affect us.

It’s a lot more fun than digging through the debris.

For the Love of Trees

Morning Meds; 11 15 21

I exhaled today and in that single breath I gifted a plant with the substance it needs to breath.

Countless plants exchange energy beneath their leaves, drawing in our exhalations.

Their exhalations providing us with the oxygen we need to survive.

Yet mankind continues to cut down our oxygen providers, steadily cutting timber, the ancient trees fall 1, 2, 3……..

Scientists carefully alter their DNA by purging or retaining desired traits,

they replace the fallen with trees that grow like weeds.

They retain traits based upon the needs and upon the satisfaction of the needs of humanity.

They discard the wisdom contained in the ancient Oaks, Hickory, Pines and all their relatives that shade our planet from the sun’s excessive heat.

It is comparable to the destruction of ancient temples,

destroyed by conquering invaders who burned the written wisdom to satisfy their need to dominate.

Trees slain like murdered sages.

The wisdom stored in their ancient seeds secured their survival for millions of years.

Wisdom accumulated through strategic evolution as they struggled against change.

As we draw our next breath, we need to thank the trees for providing us with life.

Without our counterpart, the trees, our inhalations would be empty.

Autobiographies

Morning Meds; 11 15 19

The more I search for the who and what I am,

the more I discover the who’s and what’s I’ve been.

My endless autobiographies written during my existences

as I masqueraded in newly acquired bodies,

all shelved in the library of my soul.

Behind the name I used in each autobiography a footnote remains

reminding me that my true essence is remains unchanged,

I am but a shimmer of Consciousness

floating eternally beyond the concept of time.

Yesterday’s Choices

Morning Meds; 11 15 18

The steppingstones we step upon today, are yesterday’s choices.

Today’s choices will create tomorrow’s steppingstones.

Begin to cultivate a belief in provided miraculous guidance in decision making.

Watch the scenery of your life change day by day.

The universe conspires to guide us, help us, and love us.

Love is always the best choice.

Thought Scoundrels

Morning Meds; 11 14 18

I heard a knock; I opened the door and oooooohhhhhhh noooooooo! There they stood, thought scoundrels.

You know the type of thought; they don’t have anything nice to say about anything or anyone and most of the time they’re not to keen on you or me either.

They’re so persistent, they’ll shove a foot in the door and just keep pressing.

They’re like a pots and pans salesman or a concerned witness worried about the fate of your soul.

You must admit, you have to admire their compassion.

What was I to do? I felt bad the moment I saw them, and I knew, without a doubt, I’d feel even worse if I let them in.

Then I remembered the perfect cure. I’ve dealt with these scoundrels before.

In fact, I thought, I’ll get even for the last time I listened to their pitch. I smiled an evil grin.

I reached deep inside, grabbing the strongest weapon I have.

I sent them love, the biggest blast I could.

I knew if I sent them love, they would have to go away.

They can’t stand the sound, it has too high of a pitch, when they hear it, they leave.

I said goodbye and closed the door.

Sending retaliatory love is always the sweetest revenge.

I Missed Your Presence

Morning Meds; 11 14 21

I ask for the storm to quell,

the noise to still,

the pain to fade,

for silence in all its warmth to arrive.

The blanket of peace,

the cloak of comfort,

stillness within my soul.

An atmosphere of love,

neutrality,

balance,

nothingness.

No time,

no age,

no health,

no desires,

no fear,

no hopes,

just quiet.

Good morning awareness,

I’ve missed your presence,

It seems I’ve gotten too busy again.

Our Drive to Survive

Morning Meds; 11 14 19

I wonder if our drive to survive, our competitive nature, is installed when we incarnate.

One step beyond our world of duality, is oneness with Source without duality.

The Taoist creation story goes from one,

Source, (The Tao, Consciousness, God)

to two, (the one become two) the creation of duality,

to two becoming three, (duality expressed)

which becomes the ten thousand things that surround us.

When we are one with Source there is nothing and no one or anything to compete against.

What a peaceful experience that would be.

Seems a lot like meditation.