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Freedom

   Freedom

When we accept our limitations we encounter the vastness of life. We move out of the way and reach of the ego in order for the breeze of flow to move freely about us. There is no-thing lacking inside the arms of God. This is the force of life, life itself simply spelled with a “G.” The stretch of me reaches the four corners of the universe when I move in the way of my own divinity. Who has not seen his way when the light is set ablaze and the path made clear?

 

Ego traps.

 

When allowed it has its way, sweet-talks the heat from the sun, tells the moon is has been hidden always. Illusion. Ego needs to hide behind its own boisterous ways, lest it realizes how very fragile it is.

 

False courage.

 

It sips-slow of the very things its been addicted to: grandiose, mediocrity, arrogance, intolerance, and superiority. How drunken its way, tripping over feelings and coughing up a serum not meant to heal. This is the way when we forget life’s vastness and believe that we can do all things…alone. Independence is not real. All things reach in their connection to something.

 

Authenticity.

 

We make nice in order not to deny the side of ourselves revealing the shadow. Still we do not shake the hand of ego inviting it to stay for a while. No. We choose only to watch the way of its movement and the mindset it carries that wisdom allows a deeper understanding of truth: the ego is fear-based and we do not have to walk inside the shoes of it. Choice. We can turn again toward the outstretched arms of life, where no-thing is lacking.

The path.

  The path.

I’ve resumed lighting the candle on my altar…after having forgotten a few things. It’s easy to distract ourselves from the source. It takes but a second of unconsciousness before we’re caught in a near year-long journey on a course in distraction.

 

A split second is all it takes; everything changes in that time.

 

I used to feel God, walk with the energy even. Then I became arrogant at its knowing, at this heightened level of being. I took my eyes off the truth and sank below the surface of waters that at first I walked upon. To know God is a gift. It is also a privilege and a practice. Unknowingly I began taking this for granted. I expected a return from something that was a gift.

 

A split second is all it takes; everything changes in that time.

 

How easy it is to lose sight, and what a commitment it is to return again to the seeing. Yet this is where we start: at the beginning, and the beginning is the time of grace where gratitude shows its face and we are reminded. Contrast continues dancing about us, playing a game of hide-and-seek, and we find it in the same moment that we bear witness to having lost ourselves. All things are connected. That split second of all things changing brings us to having changed into all things. There again is the water upon which we see truth. With an eye steady, we walk.

Inside|Out

   Inside|Out

I’m still trying to find out where, and I realize that it is the very seeking that gets in the way of my own knowing. I have always known, yet I fall back there to the confusion of mind-thought, over thinking the way of the path when the path is the only way. Walk. This is what I tell myself over and over again and I know the truth of the message, yet I sit or stand still looking out. At what does my gaze fall upon when clarity sees me clearly? Life is a paradox. It is both a mystery and transparent. The mirror has shown me all that I will ever need to know. Is this why I have passed it by? Is this why I look when the light dims and the image distorts? Truth. In truth we are all whole even when we teeter between mindfulness and living unconsciously. Moments. In every moment is change possible. In every moment are we able to stand in the stillness of God, and know. I am. You are. We have always been.

Have your way

Photo: pixgood

Photo: pixgood

I’ve seen God in you. The path before me is the path of always, and in all ways have I seen you. No other have I seen. Truth. And I open my eyes only to touch light. I touch you the way of breath moving. I move. I have always been moved by you. Affected. Take me and lead me always beside still waters that peace fills me and manifestation is your rebirth. I am open. I am open to you. May you have your way. God.

Be here now

Photo credit: bigheadmogi on Flickr

   Photo credit: bigheadmogi on Flickr

The days to do things right, fade.

They pass by quickly, so quickly that you forget.

Monday fades into Tuesday, then Friday, and now Sunday.

How quickly Monday has again come!

Impermanence

Impermanence

What of the inner creates delay? Time passes and life has always been even while you were disconnected from life. Is not the light of truth worthy of your conscious awareness? Has not the path revealed itself to you again and again? You’ve called it manifestation. You create and then you do not. You are active and then you stand still. This is the ebb and flow of life. No path knows truth outside the truth of the path. Breathe. You are there. Stand still and know that I am God. Have you not heard the whisper? Have you not seen |G|od within? All things are made available to you in a single moment that you turn toward all things. Where is your turning? In what direction do you face?

by Eric Lafforgue

   by Eric Lafforgue

It’s easy to fall away, to separate ourselves from the path. Contrast. This is the way of life, the way of the human experience. We return again in time, in the time of our mindful awareness of having stepped away. We are again reminded of what it means to be present, to be engaged in the fullness of life, in the reality of what it means to live. How many times have the feet of me walked in a direction other than the path of my heart? What of my soul’s longing has brought me again here to the return of the center? Gratitude. I am grateful for contrast. I am grateful for the awareness of a consciousness moving me in the direction of the core. It is within that I journey. I have gone there many times before this time now, and I will return again in the very moment that I am aware of having fallen away.

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