The question, “Where has all the beauty gone?” is asked by many, perhaps even you.
The truth is, we have created what we now see, by disconnecting our hearts from each other, by holding tightly to what we ‘own’, attempting to keep others from taking that which keeps us in comfort.
The fear around loss, the greed and selfishness it births in the mind and life, are killers to society.
Matthew 16:26 ~ For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his soul? Or what shall a man give in return for his soul?
Love, Connection, Compassion, Care, Joy ~ If these are the things you wish to see amplified in the world, you must begin by creating them in your own heart. It is difficult to lay down past conditioning, however it is absolutely do-able, with effort.
The Will is strong.
What reality will you birth into life? It affects us all, yes … you are powerful.
Moments awash with glimmers of hope, swell into longing for that which is known, yet not found here.
Days roll into one another, an eagerness for a finalization of the grand plan. Not that of man, but that which is more than man … aside from pride.
I have been told to take pride in my appearance, to be proud of my accomplishments, to wear this thing called pride for others to see, yet this is a trap, it feeds the ego and dims the view.
The heart is the pump of the body, and more than that, it is the main electrical impulse sender for the spirit, the communicator with soul. It functions without our needing to do anything.
All that is good is rising like the first sun in full glory, splendid for the seer to behold. Literally, and figuratively, we will experience swift shifts … coming quicker than anyone walking this earth has ever known.
Looking straight ahead objects seem so far, yet when I focus I see that they are actually quite near. I think life is like this … everything one has ever wanted, eg: true love … seems so far, yet is so very near. The focus is blurred and skewed ~ a concentrated effort must be made to bring harmony and balance, but first, a recognition that perception is indeed, out of focus.
Walking through life, having a multitude of experience … some which bring joy, some triggering pain of many types … the latter causing a mind to narrow, the heart to shut down, to be somewhat ‘afraid’ to be open, to see a bigger picture. Fear of unpleasantness creates a little cage in which the mind becomes trapped.
The task for those wishing freedom, true freedom, is to step into that fear, to embrace ones self as vulnerability is allowed to come forth, to practice standing tall and strong in the face of that which causes pain. Being exposed one learns to be open and to practice forgiveness ~ of others, and of self. It is a long and difficult process, one which may never end, but without effort no progress will be made at all. This isn’t to say one ought to stand there and be hammered by the same individuals who trigger misery … only as much as we can take and then … Release.
Authenticity requires sensitivity and a willingness to bare the soul. Courage develops here … in a gentle allowing.
“Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves. Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.”
― Bruce Lee
You say I am beautiful. You say you like me. You talk of my strength and how you believe I can help you. Yet in all this time you have not shared with me what it is you need help with. How am I to assist you when I know not what you seek? How do I know I want to provide aide? Perhaps it is an illusion, anyway.
So much darkness lives in so many hearts, it is difficult to maintain belief in love. In the core of me faith still dwells, I hold onto fragments left from childhood. Growing older, these fragments become more frayed. I grasp at straws now, they are brittle, they break, they turn to dust in my hands.
Life will be a lonely existence without opportunity to share. It seems the need to horde what little we gather is being taught and fostered in mind. There must be more, something bigger than currently imagined. Is it not seen due to of lack of preparedness? What must occur so that possibilities of peace and love stabilize?