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Authenticity.

Authenticity.

Inside this life do we come to know change. Flow. It is with the expansion of the [inner] self that we learn to release, to let go in order to draw nigh to ourselves the highest vibration. What of the holding creates flow? What of stagnation and fear opens the door? Trust. We must trust the way within knowing that no other can guide us. We walk in the direction of truth in every moment that we embrace what it means to be authentic. We live. We experience. We learn. We choose to become different. In this way do we honor |L|ife. Gratitude. It is in having learned and acknowledged the way that we show our gratitude. How easy it is to remain the same. How quickly we fall into a default mode of being, grasping like a hungry ghost at illusions being made real. We must be with truth. We are called to journey there in the direction of clarity, and it is with grace that we do this standing, tall, like a redwood to the sky. Nothing more is needed outside of our stretch, and it isn’t the world external. No. It is the world within.

May it be the practice: truth.

May we sit there in the stillness of its echo that we might come to feel the breath of life; that we might come to open wide our eyes.

Awake.

Let us walk

We walk.

We walk.

We journey in life a path of openness even when we live inside the dark caves of what it means to be closed. There is a path to freedom. We walk. We crawl. We dance our way there in hopes of encountering the more. What more exists externally when the vast way lies within? This is the journey. This is the path leading us there to the four corners of the inside if only we choose to walk. Circles. Stuck inside the cycle of being or not being in order to be, an endless continuation of what it means to travel the road of illusion. Where have we gone when we have arrived only here inside this small space of vastness. Limited. It is the limitations of the mind not the open space of the heart that we tend to follow. Fear. What of fear keeps us standing there in the stuckness, the quicksand of our own emotions? It is with courage that we set ourselves free, that we loose ourselves from the stronghold of a mind hiding from truth, yet seeking its touch. Each moment is an opportunity. Each moment promises the start of the beginning. Each moment allows us the option of choice. We choose. We choose even when we choose not to choose. This, too, is a choice. What becomes is a manifestation of the journey of our steps. Let us walk.

My quiet place.

My quiet place.

Every moment brings me back to myself. Steady. Even when the gait of my steps appear unsteady, knocked off balance living inside a life where the mind tries to lead. Ego. I am reminded always of the truth: I am more. There is an opening inside of every being who allows themselves to see clearly the way. I allow. Even when it is not easy and my thoughts overtake me creating blocks that aren’t real, I move forward. At times I stand still, too caught up in the illusion to which I give more credit than is due. Patience. This is the journey of life. We must be patient with ourselves and the journey that reveals its process. We must have compassion for the way and allow the space to exist there suspended between what is known and what is not yet there present before us inside the conscious mind. I am grateful for these moments, and we all have them. Revealed as glimpses, here and there, yet most profound in the way they touch us. I breathe, and the sound of a thousand echos can be heard. I exhale releasing any hold, any fear, any self defeating thoughts knowing that all is present here within. There is but one requirement: To be.

We are held

We are held.

We are held.

We have dreamed, and inside the layers of our sleep have we come to know deeply the way to practice. Moment. It is there inside the full experience of a single moment that freedom reveals itself, that we encounter what it means to be free. We open our eyes that sleep does not keep us from the truth of the Way. We walk and the path is made clear, yet we do not always see with clarity what is before us. Haze. Like the fog rolling in do we cover our eyes, too afraid of the responsibility of change. Practice. It is a practice and there is no way around the journey. Transparent. It is revealed even in the dank, dark distraction that quickly becomes our life experience when we turn away from truth and toward the illusion. Mistaken. No energy of flow leads us there in the direction of darkness. We go there willingly, a reminder that we feel and feel deeply. Suffer. What of the dark cradles the light? Trapped. There are no trappings only the pull of negativity away from what it means to be free. Ego has a way of luring the confused mind, taking it away from what it knows in order to have it rest there inside the comfortable discomfort of suffering. Choice. It is all a choice. It is but a dream. In any moment are we able to reach our hands in the direction of change, walking out of the storm within and into the air of our salvation. We let go in order to be held inside the embrace of the highest vibration. Life.

A|new

A|new

There is nowhere for me to go. I stand in the stillness of this moment as though no other exists. There is only now and now do I turn in the direction of the within. I hear that I might see. I see that I might hear the way of the path and travel there unburdened by loss. What answers do I hold within, yet outside the reach of my hand searching far and wide for truth? What is true? What pulls me there down dark roads in search of the light? Are they not two sides of the same coin in this journey we know as life? I walk. I travel. I dance there in the still air of what has come to be the road. This is the way and it is within. Within does the light reveal itself, shining on what is and what is not. How easy it is to lose oneself in the not looking too closely for that which is. Desperation. Lost. Color fading from the rainbow into the sea of layers running deep. I have turned my back on treading water in order to touch freedom. I swim. Inside my own breath do I call for the meaning and purpose of this lifetime, of this my life in time. I walk. I walk still. I go there to the place of truth. I walk away, and when I return am I made new. Transformation.

|Inner|Reflection

A retun|Self

A retun|Self

It takes but a moment for all things to change. Life. We move and flow through its waves holding on to nothing that we might remain free from attachment. Suffering. It leads us there down paths of cyclic existence reaching desperately for answers to questions unknown. Who knows the depths of the sea when they have lived atop the surface? Who knows the secret to life when fear keeps them standing, sullen, with movement no more? We go within. We journey there and it is the place of solace. Within. It is the place of clarity and understanding. Peace. We long no more for peace. We have encountered its breath and have breathed it in deeply, wholeheartedly. We are awake. Even with eyes closed do we sleep no more. There in the quiet have we been found, turned inside out, and exposed. Exposure is a path to authentic being. We free ourselves of the hiding in order to shine the light on truth: Nothing is missing. We are the A|ll. We have been this from the beginning, yet the beginning is not nor does anything end. Illusion. It is all now, and no other place outside of this moment has ever been. We exhale. Gratitude. When we turn toward gratitude and away from desire have we seen the face of God. Reflection.

Release|Reconnect

With movement. Flow.

With movement. Flow.

It flows even in moments when we can’t feel the breeze against our skin. It remains. Flow. This is the connection we have to life. This is the beat of our hearts across miles searching to find a place of solace where peace touches us like a whisper. We breathe. The very inhale of us reminds us of the open road. At times we trek, forgetting the way of the path, the path of the way. We resist what is before us clinging instead to that which keeps us standing still in the grip of stagnation. Where is our freedom? What of our subconscious mind has turned again away when to walk forward in the direction of, is truth? The trial and error of this human existence, this jumping mind swinging from branch to branch like a monkey in a hurry to get nowhere easily becomes us. Disconnected. Where is there to go when all is within? What of the path leads us again within when we keep our eyes fixed on the external as though it holds our salvation. We are saved. There has never been anything different. We are whole and complete even when we fall to the ground face forward. It is from this place that we again rise. We get up from the very place of our falling. We need only realize that we have the key. We have the answers. We have the questions of inquiry that lead us there always in the direction of truth. Release. It takes but a willingness, an exhale.

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