Why does one run from the shadow
For if one follows the shadow,
Passing through,
One finds the light creating the shadow.
The message is in the journey of
Our return to the source of the flame;
Soul.
Love.
We live in a world where
One might believe
Natures brilliance
Needs a filter to add to its already
Breathtaking
Beauty.
No wonder there are so many unhappy
Souls.
When she wanders
On and on,
One step at a time
Into the wilderness,
The emptiness disappears.
And she is filled with
Flowers and moss,
Berries and bark.
The wind speaking her native tongue in
Whispers to her soul.
Floating in the infinity of the veil.
The coyotes call to family bring her back,
Reminding her the sun is setting
And she slowly returns home to
Sweet slumber.
Another day is done.
She entered the dark night of her soul willingly.
Alone.
Now her spark and
unwavering light
she has become,
Emerging unshakable.
She became the stillness.
They can say whatever they wish as
It is all in their minds.
And these words of breath,
They disappear uppon utterance
Only held in the space of the mind if one so wishes.
So
Release
And find peace in
The being
Of
Self;
Holy.
We are not here to go to
War with
Ideas;
We are here to be at peace within
Ourselves
And
Nurture love.
Release offense, release defense.
Remain in stillness and immerse in flow of soul.
Observe. Listen. Learn.
I step outside this gray spring morning.
How melodious the sound of rain meeting the metal roof;
How delightful to my ears this song of water drops each colliding and melding together,
Flowing to the gutters and spilling onto the soil.
How beautiful the sensation of this dance;
Water kissing my skin.
If I listen close I can hear the earth drinking and absorbing
It all in;
As does my heart and soul,
Quenching this thirst.
Do not assume
A soul has been shown too much kindness,
For anyone you meet may have gone days,
Weeks or years without a kindness offered.
Some a lifetime without.
Each of us have the ability and choice in every moment, every breath to be this;
Love.
Now continue to create and give untethered for
This love is limitless.
One must release these ideas, these boundaries;
Just as one cannot measure love
One cannot measure the suffering of
Another soul.
And therein lies the division.
We think we can measure these words with Our eyes and minds,
Separating this soul from that
Further and further until we can no longer hear nor sense these intangible energies through the barriers.
Love and suffering. Beautifully human we are.
Listen. Listen deeper. Breathe and settle into depths unexplained.
Let go these hierarchical measurements and see the soul.
The head and the heart communicate.
In stillness the soul whispers
Making sense of it all if one chooses to listen;
Discernment.
The head and the heart communicate,
In stillness whispers the soul
Making sense of it all when one chooses to listen;
Discernment.