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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.

You Are Beautiful

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Off with the sunglasses, look in the mirror, no tough love, just love. Say as you rub your cheeks, ‘Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Me.’ Its true. You are beautiful. You are everything, everything you need, desire, everything the world enjoys. ‘Wonderful, Wonderful, Wonderful Me.’ Say it again and again. Because when you say it, ‘Beautiful’ and ‘Wonderful’ become you. And when they become you, they become me and becoming you and me, they become all.  So that I bow to you, myself, all, because you are beautiful, I am beautiful, because you are wonderful, I am wonderful, because you make my life what it is truly meant to be. Namaste.

Love Is A Gift

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Love is the gift that you give to yourself. Love is you. When you see love over there, its because its in here. Love is not what you give to other so you can get it back. Its not a hot potato that you toss quickly to other hoping not to get burned. Love is what you give so that you might receive it. Not from other but from you. You are love. Love is as love sees. Seeing love is receiving it. In the giving is the receiving. Love is the gift that you give to other that in the giving you receive. Love is the gift that you give to yourself. What gift are you giving you today?

Let My Life Honor Yours

Mandi J. Smith

Mandi J. Smith

I have seen the prairies, walked along the ice floe, watched it disappear. I have heard the egrets winging, felt the morning sun kiss the day. I have watched the eagles nesting, seen the meadow overrun with flower, smelled the mustard seed blooming, knelt inside the hollow of a rock. This land before me sends me dreaming, when the heart was free and our souls danced. I have loved you all before me, heard your heart beat, felt you breath. You and I have known forever, past the veil and back again, you are the one. Touch my face and hold me close, no separation from this earth. Cascading through the forest, brooks and streams you fill this life with love. Thank you moon and stars, let my life honor yours.

I Am No One’s Victim!

Adrienne AlexanderWhen the challenge comes, face it head on, knowing that it is there to grow the muscular structure for you to realize your hero-ness. The molestation was done for me, not to me. I am no one’s victim. I am one claiming victory, keeping the baby and throwing out the bathwater. Holding on to the memory of my amazing father, while having my truth, the ultimate healing of self and those around me. Because in this life we are all connected and if you do that which scares you most and get our life out it, so will I.

What If You Loved Like That?

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What would the world look like if you loved yourself unconditionally? What if you loved yourself no matter what? Regardless if you failed, succeeded, finished, stopped, chose, or chose not to? What if you loved yourself despite what anyone had to say about you, especially what you had to say about you? What if you loved yourself without conditions? What would the world feel like, be like? What if you expanded the allowing, as to embrace everything you ever did or didn’t do, and accepted it all? What if you loved yourself like that?

Give Them Love

If you need unconditional love, acceptance, approval, acknowledgement, attention, creative fire, deliverance, reprieve, grace, motivation, heart, home, shelter, understanding, warmth, peace, quiet, rest, desire and love, give them. In the giving, you get. Because you are everything, everything you need, magnificent, evanescent, startlingly imbued with spark and source, the enormity of all creation. You are the divine. You, superb being, you are all.

Let Go In Love

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In order to release someone in love, you have to fall in love with them first.  That means if its an absentee father, or an angry mother, an abusive parent, or a neglectful mate, you actually have to open your heart to them, find what you can that is loveable before letting them go.  Releasing them out of spite, wont do.  Its not releasing at all.  In fact, the attachment of anger, hatred and inevitable resentment becomes so severe as to keep you bound, earthbound, treading water, gasping for air, unable to breath. Because hurt, pain, frustration, needing to be right, victim, outrage, accusation, is not release.  Love is release.  Love is allowing.  So regardless of if its hurts, you open your heart, your being and you hold open your arms to those few things, the one birthday card, the time she stopped and noticed your pretty hair, or the flowers he brought on the first date, or the  time she cried when she had to say goodbye and you pour your soul into that one important brilliant moment, you bless and kiss and thank them for being.  And then you can say goodbye, in love with them, you say it.  And of course you weep, heart open.  But because you loved them first, and have let them go, in letting them go, you keep them.  All that they were, all that they gave you with the love that they had, you keep that.  When you release in love, you release them to their greater good and you grow the love in yourself, you become MORE LOVE.

The Pull

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You feel the pull, the sweetness of the bow as it tenses, the sound of wood flex, a knocking, then whirr as the arrow spins, arcing over moon, past cottonwood, owl and fox den. The energy, like brew, stirred up in a cauldron, concocted, invoked from a coven of fairy, landing, stretching, hitting the mark, the air pulses as music plays. And for a moment, all that ever was, ever could be, is. And you see the mightiness that is you, 100% light, you, able to create and hold magic.

Real Eyes

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What if I told you that what you came to get you already had? What if you knew you were all you ever needed, wanted, hoped for? What if you realized (real eyes) that you are everything, all of it, the heavens, purple mountains majesty, handmaiden of desire, wellspring of creation, manifestation of the divine, all manner of blessing, gift and glorious being? You are that. You are all there is and so much more. You are cool waters, the deep abyss, starlight, green wheat grass swaying, tender caress, mighty oak, redemption, blue sky, the inside of a leaf, the promise of spring, light, creation and the sweetness of life. You are love.

Needing Space

If you need space, personal space, emotional, spiritual, you hold that space. For yourself. Especially for other.  Increasing the space, pushing at the wall you’ve built, the definition of what you think you are entitled, the space you deserve, which is, as far as creation is concerned, vast.  Hold the space, hold it for other. In holding space for other you hold it for yourself. And watch your space increase. Because the invasion of personal space is you, your lack of allowing yourself. Give yourself space. Give it to other.  Breath. Love. Allow everything. Hold the space and watch what happens.

A=A

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photo credit: Denis Collette…!!! via photopin cc

You feel it coming on the wind, restless, stirring the trees, crickets stop chirping, and for a moment, the barest motion, slight shift, its there, hardly noticeable and yet tremendous, life changing, whole constructs, paradigms dissolved, whoosh, gone, ‘Who Am I”s up for grabs, because when you’ve lived life as A = not A, and suddenly A=A, its unrecognizable, you, resolved, whole, no longer struggling, no stakes, obstacle, throughline, just you reflecting you, reflecting joy, the unlimited, universe at your door, love.

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.

Following Love

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Eyes closed, another cosmos, surfing the wave, energy so high, like mist streaming over the waterfall, spirit wafting over rock, connected. When he opens his eyes, the soul of him the essence, the rhythm, being-ness there, in his heart, is every thing and no thing, at all. Following him, following me, following life, following love, like a light, shows you the way, your heart, love’s light. Follow love, follow love, follow love, follow.

Open Heart

Celebrate the power, magic of you, emanating, creating a wave of energy so essential it permeates, changes everything. Your magnificence, elemental, pure grace, a simple smile, lighting up the world around from within, your sweet, clear presence, essential, divine, the offering of your heart, sublime. Thank you for being in this world. Thank you for love.

What If You Loved Yourself?

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photo credit: – Dave Morrow – via photopin cc

Just for today, what if you loved yourself? What if you loved your toes, your hair, your smile, your intuition, belly laugh, indecision, supposed stubbornness, shyness, humility, boldness, charm, lack of it, hero-ness? What if all that you saw around you, a reflection of you, was love? The kind of love that saves worlds and invites people to come along? What if you had that kind of life changing power within you? What if you loved yourself? Right now? For one minute, for two, or three or even more? Could you do it? Will you do it? When? Now?

The Burn

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photo credit: Alex E. Proimos via photopin cc

Burning through this shit. It hurts. Rubbing up against something so vast, so deep, an old trigger. The feelings download, the program runs like its yesterday and I wail. Sob. Letting the wave take me, watching how the idea of the mind, the fear of the mind, the lie of the mind, steals me from now, from life, from you. Seemingly helpless to stop, until I remember I’m burning, transcending, fucking expanding, sitting in the absolute center of pain. Burning bright for everyone to see. Feel my feelings, shamelessly, without guilt. Head bowed, letting my heart lead the way, in love, damn it. In Love.

 

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Claim The Heaven

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In this dream there’s enough room, enough sky to stretch, arms out, feel the self back, like starlight, evanescent, molecules shimmering, see through, all the way to the other side, of this physical plane, astral, to causal. This life, so ephemeral. The miraculous, seeable, knowable, teachable, and not, like a cellular download, once finalized, gone, yet changing the earth’s structure, one intention at a time like an old stray cat, walking through the front door, claiming this heaven as home.

 

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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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Choosing Love

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This day, rebirth, transcending, transmuting, beyond the fear, the lie of the mind, separation, other. There is no other. Only you, me, actively choosing joy, bliss, one, one uni-verse, (one song) one people, heart, consciousness, all wave, all ocean, connected, rhythmic, sensate, knowing, feeling the self back, as wind, air, shadow, flower, color, fused molecule, matter, spirit in physical form. Choosing love. Choosing 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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Your Movie

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What if you were the creator creating the creation? What if the world you lived in was up to you? What if everything and everyone was an extension of your story, playing out on the movie screen of your life? What plot would you write and who will play the hero/heroine? Will it be comedy, drama-dy, tragedy, history/herstory, or farce? Will you lead with your heart? Will you change the world? Will you stand for love?

 

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Happy New Year!

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This day, replete with possibility, opportunity, challenge, great good fortune, leaning in, standing, rising to your desire, intention, pure being, source, enormous wave, energy and life. Like every other day, we bow. Heads below our hearts. Love being all, the most powerful, healer, truth, benevolent, gracious creator. Align with yourself. Be love.

 

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Rebirth

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In the middle of it, just before the inhale there is death, rebirth, like sleeping, another world, what we call dream, or beyond this plane, where our souls see, reach out, experience. Exhaling all fear, that which keeps you from. And now, fully expanded, lungs filled, abundance of air and miracle, jump. Fall forward into imagination, life, creation, this new year, new day bringing challenge, great great good and love, for each minute, every cell, atom, you are reborn.

 

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Quiet Storm

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You feel it rush in like wind, rain, a loud clap of thunder and it’s real. Mind, speaking as if it knows, tells, shouts, warns and the fear mounts, a tempest, swirling. Nothing’s happened. The planet, the energy of your thoughts creating the perfect storm, rising in pitch, crashing against the shore of your desire (de-sire, to sire, give birth to), new life. Quiet. Stillness. Reprieve. Asylum. Bathe in it. Your heart. Sweet winter shower washing you clean. Such power, purity. Like lightening (light-en-ing, releasing darkness), incandescent love.

 

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You Are All Of It

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You are what you’ve been waiting for, the dream, the abundance, the goose that lays the golden egg, the bird in the hand, the happiness, the satisfaction, the teacher, the guide, the student, the great idea, the heart, the love of this nation the love of your life. You are all of it. All of it. All.

 

 

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New Vibration

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This transformation, electricity, static, buzzing through the body like a receptor, channel of energy, pure, dizzying, I barely walk inside it, almost floating within and without, sleeping or dreaming new life. Recognizing, re-cog-nizing, the truth of being one thing, a planet aligned, a vibration so strong it changes, transmutes, transcends all else. Like neo-shamanism, sensate, this here so far away and yet hyper-present in this now.

 

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The Shift

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Today, aligned with the galactic core of the Milky Way, the heart of earth, this earth, open, vulnerable to the cosmos, galaxy turning, available as new vibration, we spin, more present, able to feel, nurture, heal, cry out with joy, ‘Dance, dance, dance with me.’ Rhythmic, pulsing, alive being-ness, every cell, giving, receiving the universe, (one verse); a symphony, pouring through the streams, valleys, heavens, sun, moon, a litany of adoration calling, ‘Rise. Stand. Love.’

 

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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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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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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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