Tag: writing

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.

Oh!

Morning Meds; 10 2 21

Sitting to meditate, resistance felt, why?

Oh!

What a huge black orb I see.

A foreboding creature of fear.

A thinking cloud of no admittance

Blocking the peace I seek.

Oh!

It’s not a cloud as I supposed,

It’s a mirror I’ve placed in front.

All this blockage, trouble and fear

Is just a reflection of my thoughts.

If I move right, it moves left.

When turned, we remain face to face.

There seems to be no way to pass.

I wonder what I’ve missed?

Oh!

It’s looks to be just a shadow,

They often behave this way.

I know how to make it leave,

I can reach the peace I seek.

And in the quiet of meditation,

I softly shift my gaze,

Away from the impenetrable blackness

Towards the eternal light within my core.

The shadow disappears.

Oh!

If we look towards the light

As much as we can,

The less shadows block our path.

They are only lingering residue

From paths we’ve walked before.

Ego

Morning Meds; 9 28 21

If we make our ego our enemy, we will never become friends with ourselves.

We stand on perpetual trial, analyzing our motives, scrutinizing our actions, continously passing judgment for or against ourselves.

Self acceptance always deferred as we measure ourselves against standards chosen and set by the world around us.

Living Jade Jewel

I found this chrysalis today. The picture does not do it justice. You can barley see the row of sparkling jewels where it bulges out. This monarch butterfly put in a zipper.

I have a butterfly poem that I have tried to nurse to maturity for quite awhile. I guess I’ll dig it out of the files and see if it is ready to climb out of it’s cocoon. Maybe even fly.

In the mean time, …first a word of warning, I am a much better carpenter and plumber than I am a website administrator…in the mean time, here is an invite for all you writers and poets who have been kind enough to view my ramblings. If you feel so inclined, if you write a poem or thought about this caterpillar in transition, I’ll post under the picture. There need not be any theme, just your capable poetic thoughts.

It will be an opportunity for you to share your craft. Put your name on it, a link to your site and consider it a thank you.

I not interested in competition, that would take the fun out of it. I would like it to be an opportunity for people, who share a need to write, to paint their thoughts with words. Sort of a writers conversation.

I will do my best to figure out how to get them under that picture as quickly as I can. Thank you