Friday, September 28, 2012

Crying Rain

drip. drop.
the rain falls steadily and calmly.
drip. drop.
water hanging on the electrical lines that pass outside my window.
drip. drop.
Energy pouring down.
Weeping calm.
Pause.
The street is quite.
All bundled up.
drip. drop.
slight breezes break the time.
It lingers. Tugs.
Cleanses.
drip. drop.


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Cloudy Days

Cloudy days. Cool breezes. Warm bread. And a salad.

Sometimes simplicity, feeling, thoughts and the meditative nourishment of a crisp cool salad is the only thing that will feed a restless tired and wanting soul.

Nothing else.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Breath


During the hardest times of one's life all a person can do is breath. They can't control. They can't predict. They can't sprint quickly forward (like they might want to do). All they can do is breath.

Breathing brings calm. Which leads to clarity. Which leads to trust. Which leads to action. Leading to accomplishments for one's soul. This then leads to enlightenment which brings forth true, sacred, eternal peace and happiness. 

Breath....

Monday, September 3, 2012

Ten Years Later

Is it possible to have a dream, then put it on the shelf somewhere, only to take it out a long time later, dust if off, look at it, and then start pursuing it again?

I'm feeling that way lately. I'm feeling like taking that old dream that I had put on the shelf and unpacking it. The amazing thing is that when I put it on the shelf all that time ago, I knew that I would be coming back to it. I just needed time. Time to grow. Time to evolve. Time to learn. Time to come into myself.

That old dusty box is now shaking. It doesn't want to sit still. I know it's filled with magical powers and it's calling to be opened and released.

Yet, I must be patient. I know I'm almost there, but there are a few things left for me to learn before I can take hold of that wonderful box. These final steps are the hardest. A little like the final exam of a long course. I'm scared of not finishing, of not doing well, of collapsing at the last second.

Yet, I know in my gut that I'll make it. I'll finish the process. The process to reach that wonderful, magical box that's will allow me to fly...one day I will fly...