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How You Win

photo credit: swanksalot via photopin ccThis is it. Your life. Everything depends on it. Everything. The way you play, play by the rules. Or not. The choices you make, don’t make, make again. You can pass go, get out of jail free, anything you want, but you play this game as if your life depends on it. It does. It depends on how you play. Because if you are wanting to get the most out of it, you’ll be needing to put the most into it. So play, play with every fibre of your being, with indelible grace and unparalleled intention, deep passion, humor, and as many mistakes as possible. And love. Especially love. That’s how you win, you see. Love.

Rule Well

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You must understand, you are spiritual royalty. Velvet cape, crown, glistening jewels at the neck and a scepter in hand. Royalty. Every last one of you. Imbued with intention and filled with heart. And with that comes responsibility. The ability to respond, deeply to other. Love this world. Be brave. And above all, be kind. Dear hearts, rule well.

Hold Space For Yourself

photo credit: 05.14.08 via photopin (license)It is important to hold space for yourself, truly hold space for yourself. To look at your hands and say, “I really love these hands.”  To look at yourself in the mirror and without flinching, see yourself and tell yourself, “I love this face, I love this body, I love this me.”  You must let this resonate throughout every cell of you.  It is imperative that you know you are worthy and admirable.  Carry it with you into every aspect of your life.  Because when you see yourself as the most valuable asset on this planet you have seen the truth.  This is not egotism, it is selflessness.  Holding space for yourself, granting yourself being-ness, you affect deep change.  Practicing unconditional positive regard, for the self and others, grows more of that.  It is the kind of love, so powerful, so righteous, it will change the world.

McCrap on the Dashboard

When you come to your senses, put down your defenses, habits, cover: I-won’t-show-you-mine-if-you-won’t-show-me-yours, ‘Everything is F.I.N.E.,’ (fucked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional), like traveling in a car, stopping at the drive-through, throwing leftovers in the back, you keep moving, trash piling up, rotting, just over your shoulder.  And forgetting it’s there, get used to the smell, the festering of mind, farting from the back seat, but the moment you slow down, put on the brakes, everything comes flying forward, French fries, fish sticks, uneaten hamburger and half-downed cokes, McCrap on the dash board, in the windshield, wreckage of your past, so thick you’re blind. Kharma, like mud, obscuring your view.  You have to clean up, if you’re going to proceed, get your life, have your day in the freaking sun.  You’ve got to unload, get a grip, a view of the road, without all this drama, garbage, making the way unclear, it’s clearly in the way.  And because it’s in the way, it is the way.  The giving up, the surrender to, the letting in letting go, releasing, a panorama where there were once blinders, hell, no view at all.  Pick it up, every smelly bit, examine it and highlight for deletion.  An Everything-Must-Go-Sale at the Dumpster.  When the view is wider, the screen clear of mind, wipers keeping it open, each stroke of the blade, becoming, ‘Name something you like, Thank you more please, Name something you like, Thank you more please, Name something you like, Thank you more please, Name Something … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like.’

The Extension of Nowhere

Standing on solid ground, the known, so-called reality, before you the abyss.  Hesitating, unsure.  F.E.A.R., (Fuck Everything And Run), behind you, in front of you the unseen, unknown, yet to be spoken.  This leap, madness or genius, the extension of nowhere, your legs, arcing through space and time, coming from somewhere, spanning through nowhere, you are now here.  Right now.  Here.  In the leap, the faith, you become tangible.  Real.  Realized.  Free falling in the gap, the span of nothing, the leap; causation.  Free.  Our lives, history, his/her story, our ordered chaos, death.  But in the nothing, no thing, the gap, the leap.  In that space, between here and now, the space of no thing and all thing existing, in that placement, or lack of placement, is possibility.  You have to leave the earth, (the small strip of land allotted to you at birth that you must till, until you die), you have to achieve lift off, become air born, jump, into what is not known, to know something new.  In that moment, in the not knowing, the trusting, that becomes opportunity.  Take the leap.  Fucking jump.

Louisiana Swamp Mind

When you understand that the mind is predatory and that you are its host, not like some eco-friendly-birdie-atop-a-hippo-mind-predatory, but like water-moccasin-leeches-man-eating-alligators-in-the-Louisiana-Swamp-Mind-Predatory, then you truly realize, real eyes, that your mind will drain the life-blood from you.  Get out of the swamp, wade to shore, before the gators dive and pull you under, disprove the mind, wrangle its scaly ass and burn its tyrannical nature, into submission.  When you’re safe from the death grip, aware, awake to the state of grace in which you live, the precious commodity which is your life, build your campfire, dip into source, the bliss state, grateful to be alive.  Deactivate the mind and re-wire that sucker, by creating balance, the kind of nature/nurture balance only a spiritual warrior can, so that the predatory mind weakens, and your being, alert, adaptable, present becomes one, aligned, ready for battle, ready for joy.

Why Not Change the Meaning?

English: Elgar's Birthplace, Broadheath No pom...

English: Elgar’s Birthplace, Broadheath No pomp – just circumstance. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Storytelling/Meaning Making: Taking the elements of life’s story, the plot pieces and making meaning from them that grows you, takes you from victim of circumstance to empowered storyteller, able to expand and see yourself involved in events for the purpose of growing you. There is a warning that you don’t ask to grow patience for fear that you be delivered lots of frustrating circumstance. But if you see the frustrating circumstance as that which enables you to grow the muscular structure to have a better life due to your amazing patience, be a stronger person, or just plain enjoy yourself more, why not change the meaning so you are satisfied, happy, content, expanding, surfing the waves that life delivers knowing that its all done for you, not to you?

You are Home

 

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Mandi J. Smith Photography

If you have some outcome, end goal in mind, you may be missing the journey. Now is all we have. And in that present awareness, awareness of the present, what will you do, for yourself, for other? How will you serve the vastness of the realm that is you, your loved ones? Will you hold space, despite outcome, bad behavior, will you love yourself no matter what? Will you smile, laugh, cry, go beyond your most maximum, with an open heart, a strong spine and love, truly love, the pain, heartache, refusal, disavowal and the mirror? Look, deeply inside. See that which is you, your essence. You are home, not the place, but the being. You are love.

Unexpected Expansion of Self

Mandi J. Smith Photography

Mandi J. Smith Photography

You say to yourself, ‘I’ll be good, done, successful, perfect, calm, excited, able to relax, on to the next, happy, when I get that job, girlfriend, promotion, new bike, car, friend, award, relationship, acknowledgement, my first million …’ And it doesn’t satisfy. Because the destination is only pointing to the journey, the process, the growth possible, not expected outcome, but unexpected expansion of self. You are the end goal, your willingness to reach, struggle, resist, scream, complain and yet, persevere. You are the result. You are the glorious never-ending love of adventure, possibility, transcendence, transmutation, evolution and light. YOU.

A Path With Heart

 

We’re here and then we’re not.  There is nowhere to go.  No place to get to.  No destination that isn’t already known.  The body suit has an expiration date.  They all do.  And before us are choices.  When you understand, stand under, the knowledge, the ledge of knowing, you see it.  Time is short, life precious, every moment the possibility for awakening.  Wake up.  Choose a path with heart.

Oh The Possibilities…

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This is it. No where to go. No where to hide. This moment, this now, the present, stuck in the middle of yesterday and tomorrow, your chance, your opportunity to change everything, past, present and future. There is right here, you, me, the wave, the ocean, the all-and-nothing-possibility of everything, now. Right now. Do it. Jump in. Love. Be radical. This is it.

Resilience

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Thick, like pea soup, the energy, laden, the stakes, high, life or death, always, all ways. You risk your life, jump into the abyss, no light at the end of this tunnel, the only way around is through, so you go, blind into the dark night and disallowing hope, because hope is for fools, you press up against it, lean into the fear, raw, like an open wound and see if you can see yourself, the ember that is you, the courage, resilience and knowing of the triumphant being, transcendent, victorious warrior of light and love that is you! Its you. You’re awake!

The Story Is…

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This drama, a story, told, creating whirlwind, the troops lockstep, threaten and rail against the semblance of a life lived, identifying pieces of themselves and stand in a war, hoping to derail the teller, but the story is. It lives, breaths and takes wing with the meaning we make. What meaning are you making today? Are you a victim, villain, savior? Or are you choosing joy?

Life Is A Circus

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Swinging, the net below, trapeze going up, circling round and drop. Life is a circus, the universe there to catch you. Fall forward, tuck hard, enjoy the wind as you fly. Live large, full out, the acrobatics of breathing in joy, breathing out love, bowing deeply, in gratitude. All you, the crowd, the clowns, bearded lady, fire breathers, you. Arms open, fierce heart, amazing, magnificent, awe inspiring grace. You.

I Will LIVE For…

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Many say, “I would die for….” this person, that opportunity. I say, I will not die for anyone or anything, but I will live and stand in my human-ness for all of it. I will live and play full out and in doing so, it is my humblest desire and great joy to see that others around me live great lives of abundance.

Life is a Kitty Convention…

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Life is a Kitty Convention. You no sooner learn how to use the cat door, than its time for your yearly shots. Once you’ve recovered from that, the spay and neuter clinic comes to town and when you wake up, minus some very important parts, you have a cone around your head. Now even though you know how to use the cat door, you don’t fit! Despite the odds, you purr, you preen, wait for the pain to subside and appreciate the dry food, the wet food, the lap time and those terrible adversaries your humans, the ones that give you reason to live, that pet you and coo, seeming to raise the standard of their behavior, their ability for compassion growing in your presence. And you thank the great Cat Gods that you were sent to be of service, to teach them how to be kinder, more human, happy. Because it is in growing them that you grow yourself. Meow.

Be Something New

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Seeing beyond what the mind recognizes (re-cognizes); previous similars, history, her story, to the unseeable, unknowable, unthinkable, beyond the most maximum self, risking the growth of the depth of your life, your heart, your soul, playing in the valley of the field of the lords, feeling the first press joy. When you see something new, you be something new.

Would You Fly?

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If I were to create ramparts, rockets, streamers, and give you the floor boards, would you fly? Would you take off from this too too solid world, disrespect the physical boundaries, leave your body and secret yourself beyond the veil, see the other, under, over world out there? Would you risk losing all that you are to become your most maximum self, in the moment, in the now, go beyond the fear of, the lie of the mind and stay present? Would you hold space, grant being-ness and lose your sense of everything you think you know becoming whatever the universe dictates, channeling, issuing forth the love of this world? Would you dare?

Counterplay

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People speaking for one of two reasons; reveal or conceal. And concealing they reveal, because the very thing they try to conceal reveals everything. Holding up the mirror, I see Fear. And in the stillness, become the reflection of, not the receiver, and in that light, shed some. The concealing/revealing and holding space, in love, honor and respect. Now that’s a game. Your move.

 

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Becoming Reel

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Inside this box, the writing on the side, my programs, running, triggers, downloading, feelings, based on concepts, ideas, previous similars, appearing r-e-a-l, becoming r-e-e-l, as I peer over the edge. The next box, bigger, more room, I could stretch my mind, my arms, have a larger experience, life. Do I dare? Will someone judge me, stop loving me, abandon me, yell, threaten, curse, cut my arms off, legs, feet, head, if I jump? Yes. Most certainly. The stakes high, the obstacle terrifying, the outcome, divine, sweet victory. Bigger Box!

 

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Gateway

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You are the gateway between body and mind, the Shamanic portal, sensitive, individual, the purification, etheric, throat. Sense the vibrational, auric, energetic field where language, the tongue limits, and truth is expressed. Blue lake ripples like validation, the right to speak and be heard. No lies, opinion, but deeper, where the capacity expands, folds into nature, resonance, synchronization. You are creation, present, rhythmic and clear, challenging the inner critic, Masked Self, Silent Child and Dogmatist, speaking the world into affirmation.

 

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Fire Burning

This beginning, burgeoning, expanding beyond most maximum self, holding space for creation, unseen, unknown. Leaning in. Blue hot flame burning, ashen, nothing inside but pale, opalescence of light, the barest sunrise. Fire. Yellow, pink, orange across an oasis of sky, a beacon, calling. If you close your eyes, do you hear it? Can you feel it, your life, rhythmic, pulsing, inviting? Will you answer? Say yes?

 

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The Mind Asks..

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The mind asks, the answer: ‘Burma’, ‘Latte’. Like seeking, yearning, a pattern, addiction to mind, ego, the who am I, looking for light without, when its journey, deep within, source, tremor of sound, play of color, the ohm, hum of earth, our being, spirit and pulse as a people is inward, further and further beyond the veil of knowing into blindness, the kind of sight that sees nothing, the no thing of it. In the center of that, sit still. Love.

 

 

 

 

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Angels

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White, shimmer, sky, soft breeze, the barest smile, imaginings, a sneeze, something cool, yet warm against your neck like shifting light and shadow. Can you see them, feel them? Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Raguel, Remiel, Sariel, more. They’re everywhere. Angels.

 

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Magnificent You

Its all here. Everything. There is no nothing. There is only all. All ways. Soil, molecule, air, wind, sun, earth, water, seed, plant, food, whale, otter, porpoise, land turtle, urchin, ambrosia, hyacinth, pastel chalk, sidewalks, lotus, pine needles, great northern bear, elephant babies, Yosemite, Angeles Crest, moonbeam, tall tall wheat grass, fox, kitten, dinner dates, pumpkin bread, eye of a hawk, petrified wood, dinosaurs, wookies, tetrus, pearl, sugilite, moldavite, cavansite, lemurian crystal, the ripple of Eagle Lake, mashed potatoes, flicker of candlelight, stars, mothers, fathers, loved ones. We are all of it, the ocean, wave, simple smile, heart, pounding sea, underworld, heavens, animals, mineral and emerging connection of breath, this universe inhaling, exhaling as one, one thing, seeing itself back 7billion fold. Magnificent you.

 

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Live Fiercely, Claim Joy

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There is no destination, only process, trajectory, the compass directional of your heart that leads you somewhere, anywhere, nowhere, there, here, to it. Which is self, being, universe, vibration, tonality, feeling, trigger, and the experience we call life. The purpose of journey, high stakes, to live fiercely, proudly, especially when it hurts like hell, to rise, stand for self, transcend, transmute the fear, take your life, claim joy, your birthright, the reflection of the divine love that is this planet and you in it.

 

 

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Wondrous

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There is no coming, first or second, only that which is inside, the icon, the idol, the Christ Consciousness, immense power of soul, traversing across hundreds of galaxies in the form of a molecule, separating, becoming a billion cells, transforming to human form, physical presence, issuing forth as truth, light, way and Jesus (Geez its us), celebrating, the immaculate conception of self, the joyful chorus of love and faith, reborn as mankind. Wondrous. God (Good Orderly Direction) is in the heavens and all is well.

 

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Everything Is Not As It Seems

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When you realize (see with real eyes) that what is going on here is not what is going on here. There is more. So much more. Close your eyes. Lift off. Above your body. Above the room, beyond the buildings, streets and moon. In the heavens its happening. Feel it? The change, new awareness, not new, but revealed; yourself as you, before you forgot to remember. Remember now. Know yourself back as molecule, being, soul, atmosphere, sensation, vibration, planet, cosmos, light worker. Let the energy wash over you, open your eyes and receive the new world.

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New Trajectory

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For us to consider the slightest shift, the smallest change in direction, creates a new trajectory, like the rudder on a boat, setting course for seas unknown, a world where the children now absent, when they return are received into a safer, kinder world. No longer a society indulging in violence (CSI, Dexter, Media, Movies with Violent Themes), glorifying man’s inhumanity, but balancing the dark and light, that the innocent, (all of us), may thrive in the true hero-ness of our souls: love.

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Look Again

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In the atrocity. We focus on it, cry, mourn the world, the children, creating more suffering, the opening that invokes it, the entity, which imposes, attaches itself to man and commits such acts. Sitting on our shoulder, a ghost, never silent, speaking the unspeakable, compelling, hoping to impel madness and it happens. Horrification. As we are instructed to look again and again, re-experience miscreation, solidifying it’s occurrence. If we knew that looking toward joy, would assign healing, move planets, the cosmos, universe, vibration of heaven to change, perhaps guilt would dissolve and managing bliss would become the only responsible (ability to respond) loving choice of mankind.

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Happy Rocks!

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Contrary to popular opinion, its back. Joy is in. Bliss is hot. That which curls your toes, makes you yummy, fills your heart, tops your chart, floats your yacht, makes you smile, calls to you, beckons, charms, otherwise takes you on the journey of magical-carpet-ride-discovery that is life, has made a comeback. Happiness, along with Baby Jesus, Parades, Serenading, Glee, Choruslines of Elephants, Chariot Rides, Murder of Crows, Sumptuous Dinners, Throngs of people waiting in line, Wide-eyed children and especially Calla-lillies, lots of them, long stemmed, several vases, opening to the air, the oxygen of atmosphere, embedded with love. Yep. Meh, is so yesterday. Joy, Bliss, Happy rocks!

 

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Can you feel it? The energy, palpable, magical, the vibration of new beginning, balance, trinity, Jupiter, certain wealth, enjoyment, creative expression and rebirth. Insight, brotherhood, sisterhood, the perfect storm of love and awareness, bringer of Peace. Take Joy. 12/12/12.

 

 

 

 

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Feel The Dream

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In this dream I see stars, touch the heavens, create GOD, ask and receive miracles. In this dream my heart, beating, divine pulse, rhythm, soundtrack to the movie that is life, all that matters, happens, evolves, becomes. Close up on my toe, streaming up my leg to my hip, around the top of my head, crescent moons above, and floating, fanning arms past planets, dipping through the Milky Way. No helmet. Only smiling at the sun, liquid, warm. In this dream there is love. Love. And More Love.

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Burning Flame

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Burning, transcending, leaning in through that, beyond program, identified or not, pushing against culture (cult you are all), cultural, into spirit (spirit you are all) spiritual, to see, feel, sense the merest charm, so that pain, the burning through, you burn bright, that I might follow.

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Wake Up Sweet Child

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You, so elegant, so taut, mindful and strict. And I with no outsides, no skin, only motion, like wave, the sound of snow falling and you in your physical self, so assured that you are that, so unaware. I follow you, to the edges of the dream you remember, knowing that soon, soon, you’ll awake, hear me, see me and call into the reflection that is being, that is. So much more to this existence than self, ego, mind. So much more. Whisper, smile, close your eyes, we are one, holding you deep in the light, waiting, until it’s time. Wake up. Sweet child. Wake. There is such love for you.

 

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More Love!

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There is always more, more money, more kindness, more awareness, more heartbreak, more living, more earth-shattering news, more expansion, more everything, more nothing, more insatiable need, more desire, more satisfaction, more abundance, more life, more love. Always more. ALWAYS MORE. There is enough. You ARE enough. Live that. Live more money, kindness, awareness, expansion, everything, satisfaction, abundance, life, love. Live abundance, life, love. Live MORE.

 

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Hammers and Nails

If thoughts were hammers, words the nails, we’d know we were building something, we’d know that which we thought, spoke, was creation, village, city, country, world, universe. Watch what you think, what you speak and see construct, foundation, studs, support beam, barn raising, community. What house will you create, what structure, plywood, brick, glass, plexi or shingle will you choose? Will you give it your most mattered attention, will you make it home? Will you lay the hearth, fill the rafters, secure the mantle with your heart?

 

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Realize (Real Eyes) Your Life

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If what you see is based on the history of what you’ve seen, then what you see may not be what you are looking at. If you are going to realize, (real eyes) your life, you’ll have to go beyond your mind’s idea, beyond your history, to see what is unseeable, unknowable and re-member(assign membership) to what you forgot to dis-cover (stop covering), that which is seeable, knowable as you.

 

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You Are The Light

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You are the light, the way, the divine, the eternal flame, rainbows, sparkling spring water, enchantment, desire, thirst, hunger, relief, cool rain, warmth, reprieve, grace, elm, hollow, spine, clarity, will, integrity, happiness, heart, love, kindness, sparrows, willow tree, foundation, earth, fire, wind, element. The holy trinity and the ‘Geez it’s us’ (Jesus) of this vast creation, this wholeness, this cosmos, this world consciousness. You are that.

 

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Time To Let Go

One end, ego, mind, self-inflicted pain, the other, bony, long finger, death at the tip. Pointing nowhere, back at you, exponentially. Time to let go. Hands ache, afraid to fall. Grasp loosens. Lies. Trigger. Program. Its not the surrender that hurts, its the holding on.

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The Essence of You

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Quiet, in a crowd, speaking madly, smiling with a friend, hearing the rain, you feel it, in all things, the wave, the secreted pocket of tide, that preverbal original essence, the echo of your being-ness to itself, reflecting, calling in the bright water to the shore, just before you speak it.  How far before the ripple curls back on itself and becomes?  You know it as wind, the touch of your lash against your cheek and soothing, it reminds you of you, this consciousness, this awareness, ever growing expanded-ness that is your life.  Thump your heart, pronouncing your name, your dream with real eyes (realize) the newness the abundance of it, the energy and the effect.  Yourself as whole, all there is, all that need be.  You’re it.  The magic, the tide.  Your heart beating.

 

 

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Transcendence

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Pervasive, insidious, this less than, to your knees, the pain, so deep you drown, head up to the sky, the oppression makes you cry, sob, big wet ones. The unrequited, the certain lack, not having, fearing the loss of, signaling a deepening. Delusion, illusion, cultural (cult you are all) calls it crazy. Still you lean in, push up against the discomfort like your life depends on it. It does. Feeling your guts explode, the shift hurts so bad. And you’re in it. Mind and all that lying. Only there is breath. Just that. Inhale. Exhale. Meditate like a motherfucker. Strong spine, soft heart. The only way around is through. Shit. That’s transcendence. It burns.

 

 

 

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The Magic in Your Heart

small__2093680329Quiet, in a crowd, speaking madly, smiling with a friend, hearing the rain, you feel it, in all things, the wave, the secreted pocket of tide, that preverbal original essence, the echo of your being-ness to itself, reflecting, calling in the bright water to the shore, just before you speak it.  How far before the ripple curls back on itself and becomes?  You know it as wind, the touch of your lash against your cheek and soothing, it reminds you of you, this consciousness, this awareness, ever growing expanded-ness that is your life.  Thump your heart, pronouncing your name, your dream with real eyes (realize) the newness the abundance of it, the energy and the effect.  Yourself as whole, all there is, all that need be.  You’re it.  The magic, the tide.  Your heart beating.

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Surging Waves of Love

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Storm’s up, wind blowing, overcast skies and the hills dark blue with cloud.  Inside that rhythm, the cool abundance of earth, miracle of nature, washing, feeding itself.  Droplets, becoming puddle, pond, river, stream, ocean: life giving source.  This life, this wellspring of nurture, uplift of wind and substance, like courage, pounding, thrilling the world with thunder and surety that we matter, are matter, are the fury of dream, certainty and uncertainty, ready to stand, to allow and live, minds aloft, hands open, hearts surging with each wave, in and out, with love.

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Single Flame

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Inside the fervor of the dream, the passion, over and over, color, hue, sweet smell of lavender, a sense memory of you, me, beyond the physical, intellectual, this message, the signal, like a beacon, lighthouse, calling, reminding me of source, being, organism, like orgasm, so pure, elemental, resounding, its essence streaming out, bright, illumination of stars, night owls and flight, the air fanning the heat, the charge, ions, molecules all sensate, alive, as if aligned, the energy pulsing toward the one thing, one moment, single flame, quiet knowing of my heart, yours and the inherent love of this planet.  Can you feel that? The love?  Its there.  Always.  All ways.

 

 

 

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Awaken To Your Life

In this darkness there is always light, in the shadow, some filtered moon, the edge of morning returning. This evening, this deep hollow is but the sweet field of yearning before the dawn, before the sun creeps over the mountain, blazing through the creases of our being. For as the blood courses through us, the heart beats, there is always love. Love in your breathing, your hands opening to the fire. Sleep well. Dream long and remember. Let this waking be the new song, the continued reverie of your soul. When the night is over, you will see again, be again, in love again. With me. With you. Your life. Your love. Your heart.

 

 

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Pivotal Moment

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When you read a book, watch a movie, you look carefully, follow the clues, focusing on each person, because each character reveals information, advances plot and compels the hero/heroine to transcend.  What if you saw your own life that way?  What if every person in your story was put there, by some higher power, the universe’s own personal scriptwriter, to show you, teach you, point you toward that moment, that wholly expanded instant, when your culture (cult you are all) dissolves into the power of your essence, your heart, your intuition becoming spirit (spirit you are all), spiritual?  What if you gave your life’s attention to your most mattered self and those around you, watching, knowing that each person, each moment, is divinely created for you?  What if you are the hero/heroine being led purposefully. every moment, every instant, through the magical plot of your life? How much will you enjoy, be fascinated by and love your life?

 

 

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Dream

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The dream is always dreaming.  Never ending.  People, places, things changing, the dream moving through your life, weaving patina, as you exhale, inhale, the perfume, the charm, the dream, dreaming the dream.  Follow it, the dream, your heart.  Always.  All ways.

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Real Eyes Creation

Sometimes what you look at keeps you from seeing.  Look at what you’re looking at.  See what you attend, what you give your most mattered self to.  The colors, shapes and essence of your life.  Peek around, through, under or above what’s seeable, knowable, perceivable.  Glimpse something being born, as idea, realization (real eyes creation) that if attended, given your most mattered self, holds growth, expansion, room to move and the newness of a world that you now look at.

 

 

 

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Getting ready for the holidays!

 

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Thanksgiving, giving thanks, for thanks, for grateful, for listing, for creating the switch plate on the train of thought that might allow the track to change and run toward that which inspires, allows grace, reprieve and the space for us to give thanks. Being thankful for thankfulness is a space on the way to giving thanks and in the giving, receiving it.