Hate and spite or love and compassion;
One must choose or keep oneself divided in two;
Therefore dividing the world in which one abides
And all else.
Heal oneself or remain content with discontent within
For you are the creator and reactor.
Bring yourself wholly home to love;
Peace.
One must release these ideas, these boundaries;
Just as one cannot measure love
One cannot measure the suffering of
Another soul.
And therein lies the division.
We think we can measure these words with Our eyes and minds,
Separating this soul from that
Further and further until we can no longer hear nor sense these intangible energies through the barriers.
Love and suffering. Beautifully human we are.
Listen. Listen deeper. Breathe and settle into depths unexplained.
Let go these hierarchical measurements and see the soul.
The head and the heart communicate.
In stillness the soul whispers
Making sense of it all if one chooses to listen;
Discernment.
The power of love is not
Exclusive
Nor is it a secret.
All have access.
The head and the heart communicate,
In stillness whispers the soul
Making sense of it all when one chooses to listen;
Discernment.
We are all
Travelers
Traveling through the
Experience;
Awakening.
Do not let them cage you with their words.
Our souls know the true beauty of our hearts
And minds.
Settle into the depths where there are no definitions
And observe that some are merely acting and repeating what they have been told is truth without thinking
While remaining disconnected from their own
Truth;
Their own love.
We are all merely finding our way back
However and whenever;
Immersed in the great design.
Love is light.
The great return to self awareness and intuition;
The reacquaintance in the depths of you
Of your true loves and passions can be scary
But man is it freeing and beautiful.
You are beauty itself; infinite love.
Free yourself.
Sitting on the front porch swing
Watching the clouds transform
As they swirl
And crash into each other;
Mixing and changing so naturally.
Separate ,
Then together.
Separate
And one.
Give and take; meld.
Never the same cloud remains
When i take my eyes away.
And they dance on
Dissapating
Becoming the air that I breathe.
I look back and they are gone;
And look back.
Chole Into Diamonds 