When one is ready to
Release oneself from
Internal and external
Opinion
One will find truth;
We find truth.
When one is ready to
Release oneself from
Internal and external
Opinion
One will find truth;
We find truth.
No human can magically turn you into something you are not;
A caterpillar turns itself into a butterfly.
We share information,
We share ideas,
But the individual has to do the internal work.
We have our own magic and the humble honest teacher
Leads only by example ,
For they realize they themselves are the ever learning student
as well.
We each have knowledge and experience to share;
wearing not one label or the other in the flow.
Trust your knowing.
We all have a lot of Internal work to do
Living in this world of ours.
Take a breath,
Take a rest;
Begin again.
His glow in the dark heart.
That is how I find him
Lifetime to lifetime.
Drawn to his heat signature with sensors
Internal.
Pulsating senses;
A beat unique
Underneath it all.
A calling signaling our unspoken names.
Unite.
Untie each others minds from tethers and chains;
Worldly restraints.
Stop.
Here in the vibration of stillness
Is the cure.
Quickening.
This unfolding.
Turning
Shifting
Reaching
For
The newfound
Prism of
Uncountable
Bursts. Energies within.
Fascination.
Life.
To live fully
These breaths that fill my
Lungs.
Expanding each step,
Each glance internal,
Above
Around
Below
Learning
As if never knowing everything about anything.
Open. Never full. Ever room for more.
Opening with every blink of an eye to new
Knowings.
Dancing.
I
Replace my worries
With passion.
I forget all but the music and my body moves without
Any other concern but a rhythm
Older than time.
For all of me loves every layer of every note,
Every beat.
If I were not able to dance I would die,
The weight of all I carry in me crushing
My very internal being.
I have to set those fierce ones physically free.
The ones that hang on so very tight
To my heart and skin,
That cannot be
Placed in ink or breath.
The dance becomes me
And I,
The dance.