Hmmm… we all what ?!
The time is now. Change and expand new visions. Dreams are held within. Blessings received. Always &I Forever!!!!
A shading shadow.
The bouncing light which is forever absorbed into the movement.
The whispers of moments never thrown into space, but the stillness which is held within my face.
The fleeting quake of emotion held softly within the pores of my skin.
Oh,… how I hold this light within.
Radiating from the spark which is me.
Created to be an ever flowing part of We.
In This Era of technology, in this atomic age, the values have changed.
We have learned that we are the guests of existence, travelers between two stations.
We must discover security within ourselves.
I see so many people looking for approval by how many likes they have on their daily social media posts.
Hoping that maybe today they can feel secure within their skin, they are putting their security in others.
During our short span of life we must find our own insights into our relationships with the existence in which we participate so briefly.
Otherwise we cannot live.
This means, as I see it, a departure from the materialistic view of the 20th century.
It means reawakening of the spiritual world, of our inner life of religion.
I don’t mean religion as a dogma or as a church, but as a vital feeling.
Accept others just as they are. Most of all, Accept yourself …… for you, hold the whole world within you.
Be great in all that You are!
Jesus said it best….Luke 9:48 ~The Message
“You become great by accepting, not asserting. Your spirit, not your size, makes the difference.”
“To be alone with silence is to be alone with God” ~Samuel Miler Hageman
Something that is enjoyed!
Usually the senses bring in so much sight, sound and other things to us that they occupy most of our time.
But to sit in silence now and then, with the outside world withheld, means to cut all this off and free the mind so that it can become itself.
I’ve been asked, “You just sit and think?”
Well…, No,….not exactly,
Thinking involves words which are echos of sound from memories deep within.
I am meaning,… detaching the mind from all the outside activity so that in senses there is nothing there but itself.
There is a great amount of power in this kind of silence.
Trying to describe it would be pointless since we each have our own interpretation of this state of being.. My answer would be to try it yourself.
So much time and energy are being wasted when we allow the echos of the outside world to invade our inner silence.
The word meditation in my opinion is a middle state of being.
Kinda alike a cruise control for the mind. Once you know you’re safe in a lane which is wanted you allow yourself to switch on the cruise control, the same is done when you want the silence of mind.
In this space you can and will find yourself.
Safely tucked away waiting to be rediscovered by you.
The silence is Yourself in the most pure form of Just…., Being.
Learn who you truly are, beyond all the noise, quiet the consciousness which is forever yourself.
The only way to know the peace this brings is to try it yourself.
Much Love and Peace !!!
Oh what a wonderful feeling to be the wild thing of the woods….. yes.
“O, like a queen’s her happy tread ,
And like a queen’s her golden head!
But O, at last, when all is said ,
Her woman’s heart for me!
We wandered where the river gleamed
‘Neath oaks that mused and pines that dreamed.
A wild thing of the woods she seemed,
So proud, and pure, and free!
All heaven drew nigh to hear her sing,
When from her lips her soul took wing;
The oaks forgot their pondering,
The pines their reverie.
And O, her happy, queenly tread,
And, O her queenly golden head!
But O, her heart, when al is said,
Her woman’s heart for me! “
“Song” by William Watson
My mix on crossfader inspired by this Poem. https://www.crossfader.fm/mixes/so-proud-and-pure-and-free-thank-you-and-your-welcome-np/
I’ve been pondering over the many years of research I have done and why I am still lagging on putting the information in a recognizable order. It would seem as if I am making it harder on myself than it truly needs to be. Why? Self sabotage has kinda been a hinderance in my life. When ever I am really good at something I tend to cause a wrinkle for myself. Am I scared of losing what I am so good-by the hand of someone else…maybe. Or am I chicken shit? hmmm also maybe. As I look at my bookshelf filled with notebooks of my notes and what would seem useless to anyone other than me, holds true gold. Knowledge of me finding myself within a digital age. Years where I didn’t leave the house because I was trying to cypher the inner workings of a passage that caught my eye…. I think I enjoy the Quest itself. Maybe the reason why I am unable or unwilling to write out what I know is fear of someone saying my quest was a waste of time. Thinking this truly hurts my heart. As it would any artist, musician, or author. This is a SHITTY feeling. Wow…. I don’t want to be scared of someone not understanding or not believing what I create. I want to be bold and unashamed of the ideas and thoughts that are constantly rushing through my veins. Thats when I read this passage from Elbert Hubbard’s Scrapbook. He brought me back to a place where for a moment i dont feel so alone.
Keats’ dream of ” a very pleasant life.”
” I had an idea that a Man might pass a very pleasant life in this manner: Let him on a certain day read a certain page of full Posey or distilled Prose, and let him wander with it, and muse upon it, and reflect from it, and dream upon it: until it becomes stale– But when will it do so? Never– When a man/woman has arrived at a certain ripeness in intellect any one grand and spiritual passage serves him as a starting-post towards all the ‘two-and-thirty Palaces’ How happy is such a voyage of conception, what delicious, diligent indolence !”
Keats’ Explained perfectly how I am feeling….that delicious bounce of joy when something hits a sense that causes everything within starts firing rapidly. I waited for this to get stale and fade away, but it has only gotten strong and more focused. This is what It feels like for me when I find some sort of knowledge that interests me. Seeing from all points of view without judgment or fear just following the imagination and what might be left out from what is already known. I start backwards.
So I say again. Maybe My dream is the Quest. The quest of wanting knowledge and answers where others say there is none. What I truly know is, ” I Have a Dream!”