Morning Meds; 10 7 18
Words are the ingredients of our lives.
A pinch of
“this might be possible”
can really sweeten up a cup of
“hopelessness.”
Changing our lifes can be as easy as
changing our vocabulary.
Tag: short stories
A Flask of Faith
Morning Meds; 10 6 21
A tiny amount of faith is said to have the ability to move a mountain.
It is like a spiritual currency.
Most of us are always reinforceing our lack of.
Our beliefs are consolidated energy.
Faith is not some elusive magic ingredient, it is just thought energy.
We need to tell ourselves we have a lot of it, instead of a lack of.
It would be just as easy to drink from a flask of faith as it would to be to drink from a flask of doubt.
We generate and shape the creative energy of our minds.
Consciously choose to fill your flask with faith.
A Lull
Morning Meds. 10 6 19
I hate it when it seems the flow has stopped
and I realize I have grumbled a day away.
Old voices ask,
“What have I done to stop the flow?
Have I angered the Gods?
Have I committed a spiritual crime?”
Then the voice from my core,
“Rest my child, it’s just a lull, allow your heart to rest.
Sit,
breathe
and follow your breath.”
That done and the channel is open again.
Unaccepted Gift
Morning Meds; 10 6 18
You can never enjoy an unaccepeted gift.
Accepting unconditional love
washes away our precieved guilt.
Source is ga-ga in love with us.
Our true nature is to love
ourselves as Source loves us
We are one.
Once realized,
there is the possibility of
regifting this treasure to others.
In The Grand Scheme
Morning Meds; 10 5 21
Burdensome boundaries
imagined in our minds
intersecting the menagerie of
infinite possibilities
always present before us.
Enduring spiritual amnesia
as change continuously
stirs our world
in this game of humanness.
Through portals
at the threshold of our minds
we journey by realization
back to our original formlessness.
Accessing the magnificence
of this grand scheme
of sequential experiences
of pleasure and pain
to reawaken our
anesthetized soul.
Androgynous Deities
Morning Meds; 10 5 19
androgynous deity
dancing the dance of duality.
female and male,
neither and both,
always spinning,
morphing back and forth.
The perfect balance of all things divine
and all things human.
The journey from root to crown.
The androgynous dance of
Kundalini energy
spiraling up our spine.
Perpetual Journey
Morning Meds; 10 5 18
Is the concept of a perpetual spiritual journey,
the only thing delaying our arrival to inner peace?
Acquitted
In the context of spiritual theory, I have found being acquitted has been more rewarding than being pardoned.
Morning Painting
Morning Meds; 10 4 21
I painted a picture as I awoke.
I painted it with thought.
I used the palette from yesterday
filled with stale paint.
Spoke it to life with my belief
that this day would be the same.
Having finished it with fine detail
I blindly stepped inside.
Not realizing that what I had painted,
was where I would spend my day.
(Our thoughts become the landscape we choose to live our lives in.)
Limits
Morning Meds; 10 4 19
When we think we have reached our limit, we are usually right, at least momentarily.
The good news is that we are the one who sets the limits.
We are limitless creatures of light, the only boundaries to our potential are our beliefs in limitation.
If we look back through our lifes, at other points where we thought we had reached our limit, we were always greater than what we believed ourselfs to be.
Infinite possibility leaves a lot of wiggle room to find a way to continue.
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