Tag: short stories

Instincts

Morning Meds; 9 19 21

Instincts

Most of the truths we wish to experience aren’t hidden in some impenetrable vault.

They instinctively reside in the shallows of our heart.

Hidden from our view not by devine design,

but only by an errant belief

that teaches

that’s not where their kept.

Storms

Morning Meds: 9 18 21

Few things can change a landscape faster than a storm.

Things we were attached to can be swept away.

Tokens of security swept aside.

Landmarks of life’s memories altered.

The old chaotically rearranged.

Storms change our journey whether it is physical or spiritual.

In the aftermath we are forced to reevaluate the importance of things.

Meditative Imagery

Giving Yourself Up

While taking my morning meds; 9 15 19

Giving ourselves up, into the void through doorway of time and dimensional portals.

We start to see through the eyes of immortals.

The doors that are opened lead to the light, informational insights, dispellers of night.

We give ourselves up, we surrender our ghost.

We loosen the bonds we’ve formed in our lives.

As we pass through holes, through rips in the vail.

We return to ourselves, our minds become clear.

We remember what we are and who we’ve always been.

It’s then, when we realize that we are home again.

Stay in touch

While taking my morning meds; 9 15 18

Anytime we feel we are separated from our Source, it is just an opportunity to remind ourselves that we are not.. I run a little bit. I run to it 3 count cadence. It used to be to a four beat, I guess I prefer a waltz, to a military parade. Definitely not fast enough to be a polka.

I felt sort of separated, emotionally tired. In rhythm to my footsteps, I requested of Source.

(In rhythm with my footsteps 1,2,3…1,2,3…touch, 2,3… me, 2,3… touch, 2,3… me, 2,3.)

Almost immediately it was as if I could hear my Source respond  in kind.

(In rhythm with my footsteps 1,2,3…1,2,3…touch, 2,3… me, 2,3. touch, 2,3…me, 2,3.)

Source wishes to be touched by us as much as we wish to be touched It.

So stay in touch

A Passing Friend

Morning Meds; 9 16 19

In a dream, a passing friend came by to say goodbye.

An eleven year battle with cancer took her life, but it never touched her soul.

Her light of love always shined through.

It’s is comforting to know that no one is really gone.

They continue on, just a step beyond our vision. With love…