Aren’t we all the same?
We meditate on the glory of that Being who has produced this universe; may He enlighten our minds. – Ralph H. Griffith’s tr.
This song has been rolling around in my mind. I woke this early morning to find it and share it with you.
In the city, disconnection from that which is sacred occurs, there really is no way to avoid it. This is why it is so important to remove the self from the concrete which hems people in and merge with the wilderness, to listen to birdsong, and to hear, and to see, the wind in the trees and the dance that takes place.
May peace find you today.
Gently easing into the morning my mind enters awareness. As I move from sleep into wakefulness a song comes to mind … this song … and I am grateful to start the day like this.
Love will keep us together …
What does this mean? I have had relationships that became something other than I originally thought they were. There is another form of relationship … an unseen, and not really in sync thing, it involves many others … yet in reality this is the truest connection there has been.
It isn’t easy to like someone ALL the time. When these occasions arise it is perfect opportunity to turn the situation and ask of self if these annoying things reside in … you … in me … in whoever is seeing unpleasantness, or rudeness, or perceived idiocy. If honest, it will be seen in the personal life, for these things are a human condition, and beyond.
And beyond … I’ve been pondering this lately and wonder if the mental state of humanity is indeed manipulated by an unseen force. It is clear there are operations within the system which have been working to control the minds of people for decades.
These games are not honorable, cool, nice, or acceptable. And yet still, I believe that, yes … Love will keep us together.
The mantra means “May the divine light of the Supreme Being illuminate our intellect, to lead us along a path of righteousness”.
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.
I am light, I am light [x4]
I am not the things my family did
I am not the voices in my head
I am not the pieces of the brokenness inside
I am light, I am light [x3]
I’m not the mistakes that I have made or any of the things that caused me pain
I am not the pieces of the dream I left behind
I am light [x3]
I am not the color of my eyes
I am not the skin on the outside
I am not my age, I am not my race, my soul inside is
All light, all light [x2]
I am divinity defined
I am the God on the inside
I am a star, a piece of it all
I am light
Hopes and dreams down the tubes as truck load after truck load of items are removed. So much waste. Moving from a big house to a small apartment rids much debris from life. Air conditioning no longer available, fans must be put in place to move the air.
Running up the hill, followed by another I make my way to perceived safety. I turn around and there he is, no danger after all.
Movement so slow it is easier to get out and walk. Oh how I wish I remembered. Images once so clear fade into nothingness.
She gave up the home for another, allowing the use of it by them both. Windows at the front of it exposing the insides to any one who passed by. Vulnerability in darkness.
He remains there although I have gone. Unusual. I leave the house and begin to walk only realizing after a time that I had forgotten to take the car. I turn to look for it and see a man and a woman. They argue. He is upset because he was not given a parking space near his dwelling. He must walk, he is going to file complaint. Amused I walk by him, continuing my journey.
The most important part evades my mind. It is also the most recent. Short term memory … poof! Gone.
And still they talk, expressing their “like”. At the same time discussing it is not what they seek. Confusing as they will never leave, back and forth with the like and dislike, with belief and disbelief. Constant turmoil and opposing ideas. It is not possible to be speaking truth when they pull at the emotions like waves from a tide, back and forth in constant flux.
Change never comes from comfort. There must be a constant tension, a tugging back and forth between what was and what is, and what will be.
Effort renewed, cleanliness adopted once more, the journey begins again.
He finally leaves, as I knew he would. I will call to him in awhile and he will return. He does not like it if I make any moves without him, he walks away when I do. Not that he is mad or upset, just that he doesn’t like to be alone.
Good morning once again. I would call you a friend if I thought you were a benefit. Instead I will call you companion, for you never leave.
Experiences beyond time, one foot in and one foot out. No explanation given. You say you try but the effort escapes me.
Moon River, wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker
You heart breaker
Wherever you’re going
I’m going your way
Two drifters off to see the world
There’s such a lot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow’s end
Waitin’ round the bend
My Huckleberry friend
Moon River and me