When one bases joy in fickleness fleeting,
Fleeting will be ones joy.
When one walks in joy of all,
All will be ones joy.
When one bases joy in fickleness fleeting,
Fleeting will be ones joy.
When one walks in joy of all,
All will be ones joy.
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.
Listen to heartbeats,
Soulspeak.
We are all fluent in this language ,
That which the world keeps trying to drown out with artificial noise.
Be still.
Listen.
We know the minutest amount in regards to the whole of
Any soul,
Least what they show us.
As if
We gaze upon a grain of sand in the palm of our hand
while standing upon
A mighty ocean shore
and proclaim
We have seen it all,
held it all in our hand.
That grain of sand is but the tiniest piece of the whole.
So much to learn.
So very much to learn.
Oh yes indeed,
Human
Hearts are reaching out in little ways
Long
Before
They fall to their knees exhausted and desperate.
Look and see.
Listen and hear.
Observe with all your senses.
Love. Love. Love.
Become stillness as all given of you
In
Love
Flows through you.
No reciprocation
Desired from anyone.
Therefore,
You
Are free
And
As what you give flows unencumbered
The receivers are
Free as well.
And you continue to be
Free flowing in stillness.
Never a need to refill for you are
Never empty,
Never full.
Free flowing through atoms and cells.
Love.
The wise old owl
Sits upon the branch
And turns his head to look at me
As I approach.
In the moment we lock eyes
I am aware of more than
Can be put into words;
There in my heart and mind.
We are all of time in
Physical form,
Blood and bones.
And the wise owl knows this
As he says everything to me
Though he does not speak.
People always try to make you choose.
Trying to figure you out.
Do you like cats or dogs,
Lakes or the ocean?
Mountains or deserts?
Sunrise or sunset,
Rain or sunshine?
Spring, summer, fall or winter?
You can like it all you know.
You do not have to choose.
Leave them confused.
There is a big
Beautiful world out there.
Go see it.
See it all
Then
You might wish to return home after all.
You might not,
But sometimes
You just might.