- maybe it wasn’t that god used to talk to the people but that the people used to recognize the truth when spoken from the god within. #god #truth #feelthemusicWe are all living inside a thought within the cosmic mind. #growing #backtothegardenA song hit my sad bone on my way to work so naturally I played it on repeat all the way in and cried a great big cry for this horrible terrible beautiful world. #shipsinthenight #ryanmontbleu #feelingthemusic #youareunderstoodI will take my share of life for all the time I have it and invest it all in Love. And it will be a life well spent. #love #feelthemusic #justloveI don’t want to know what separates you from the others. I want to know what gives you integrity. And how you connect most to this world. It is our separateness that got us here. And it must be our wholeness that brings us back. #recentering #polarity #evolution #feelthemusic #backtothegardenI strive to grieve you in a creative way. Not destructive. Not in a love eating way. In a love feeding way. I don’t want bitterness in place of you. I want a love so big it must reach you no matter how far apart in time and space we are.
Tag Archives: stream of consciousness writing
Fragile. Like waking. Or is it the sleep that is fragile? That moment between where the dream escapes. Fragile like all of the ‘tween times. Dawn – so quickly broken into day by the sun. Twilight so easily silenced … Continue reading
The following is a compilation of multiple attempts at finding the heart of my previous post on Desire. I do this for every post, mostly with themes I struggle finding one direction to follow…. So I figured I’d post the … Continue reading
The mind is always going. Always moving. It moves to the past to visit memories. Moves into the future to visit dreams. Good, bad, whatever they may be, they distract the mind from the present. What are you doing right … Continue reading
Find my thoughts focused on the shift in the weather. A step more solidly toward winter. (In meditation) I saw a blizzard. All white; all quiet. Felt the cold without and drew on the warmth within. Slow. Need to slow … Continue reading
Faith and practice. Faith always stayed strong but the practice . . . When I attended Quaker Meeting regularly, it was so easy to slip into the silence. To pause the outside world and let the inner world unfold and … Continue reading
Crazy how hard it is to quiet the mind. So hard to focus on the task at hand, whatever that task may be. I can’t seem to truly give anything my undivided attention. Divided. It is what it is. My … Continue reading