We have been led to believe in our artificial thinking that the rosebush dies in the winter,
Yet I wake at sunrise to hear the singing of the birds.
Upon opening my eyes I am witness to their dance and play Atop those dry, thorny branches.
This gives me hope
Which I will welcome into my heart
At every opportunity,
Again and again.
Embrace your higher self
Welcoming the stillness.
And there the flame is burning;
Be consumed by your passion for life.
Do not fear
Your glorious power of
Love.
She sees him from behind the looking glass.
Only he knows where she lives in her heart.
Others fumbling
While he arrives;
She welcomes him
In.
He brings with him a sorrow they share
And with that sorrow they build a funeral pyre;
Flames burning through the
Past to the now and they rise
As one in waves of heat and light
In love.
There they remain
To dance.
To sing,
To
Be.
Hear the music.
Deconstructing our walls
To recreate healthy, beautiful boundaries
Takes patience, practice and awareness;
Welcome within yourself grace.
Release what was to make room for what is
And welcome
What will be.
No one speaks the truth
It is a knowing,
This a silence flowing and waiting for one to enter and submerge.
Beckoning.
Welcoming;
Releasing all to welcome all.
Truth is in the being not the speaking,
Listen.
Love. Stillness.
Shed what is known, therein lies what is.
Truth is merely a word created to capture and cage concrete reality which cannot
be held.
Thought is fluid.
There are soul matters at work here
You do not yet
Comprehend.
Have faith.
Welcome peace within and without
As you breathe,
With every thought
And each step.
Wonder awaits your discovery.
Love is only bound by the restrictions you believe and create.
It is up to you how
To proceed and when you
Wish to take responsibility for
Your own
Mind and heart.
You are ever changing,
Ever morphing
Fluidic energy.
Mesmerizing.
Swaying soul notes resonating
Through body and mind
Live in no fixed home,
Though that some may like for one to stand still;
To be held and shaped by mortal hands and minds,
This is not possible.
No one can put words
Or limits
Into your becoming.
(Unless you welcome those ideas)
Every moment wave upon wave of
Awakening,
Embracing knowledge and wisdom
Immeasurable.
Chole Into Diamonds 