Acceptance

We are all searching for acceptance

We all suffer the human condition ... the search for unconditional love

Our children look to us for acceptance

Our children suffer the human condition... needing unconditional love

The world is searching for acceptance

The world needs.. unconditional love

When will we all open our eyes and realize that each human being is a speck of brilliance, a morsel of complete beautiful creation, a wonder of nature and God to behold

We should not scorn about individuality, we should not belittle because of differences in dress, opinion, or other such matters... unconditional love

Acceptance... think of the possibilities

Begin with you

I will begin with me

Acceptance

Focus

As I walk forward I often find that it is difficult to focus... for there is so much to see around us

There is so much to take in, so many questions that leap up in the mind...

This is why I search for quiet, for moments in the now...

Focus on the tasks at hand

Focus on the dreams that play out every night

Focus on the pathway for though it is illuminated.. it will not happen naturally without your help

As I leap forward, I am often times in fear... fear that I might fail... fear that the dream will not ....

Focus, what am I so afraid of ... what could possibly go wrong that would be sooo bad

Focus, let the fear become brilliant radiant heat which would burst into colors all around

Focus, allowing your dreams to happen

As I run full bore into the future... I am thankful for so much love, so much help... so much guidance...

Focus on the love that surrounds me, surrounds all of us

Focus on returning that love so that growth happens in all of us..

Focus on a world where love blooms, where we can be ourselves without qualm, where our children can focus

and bloom

Focus.....

New Chapters

Everyday.. change enters...new chapters unfold..nothing lasts forever

Where life has taken me, I have learned how to let go, with tears yes, but definetly to let go

Those tendrils, those vibrating strings, those long silky fibers cling to my heart causing a great deal of flooding to occur

Higher ground is searched for, as I attempt to escape lonely patterns that shadow my heart

There are tasks, opportunities calling my name

my soul vibrates with decisions and the vise often tightens causing a shortening of breath

Roots keep me grounded as I feel myself slipping

branches support my carcas as I lean into the root system for support...

The need to be cradled is deep

To be supported

To be held

Change

Once again

Sad Reality

Having watched the movie "Brothers" last night, my mind sadly reflects on the damage that our society heaps onto our soldiers and those in battle... There is no getting around the mental and physical damage that is done during times of war. Are we really able to create killing machines out of a human soul who is so capable of deep love, who is capable of reflecting on life, who is capable of miraculous imagination beyond our own reasoning.

Humans are miracles put upon this earth to solve problems, to invent new ways, to dig deeper into physical, spiritual realms where love is prominent. I forever remain the optimist ... cheering for the vast population, pushing for new ways to create, to invent, to produce jobs, good will towards humans, and to solve life's problems through our brain power...

It is time for suffering in the name of materialism and greed to end (or which ever lable the current power seeks to name the conditions).

Love to all, peace to all, creation to all

Branching

When one stays in one spot expecting something to happen... you become so self-involved that the view becomes blurred and opportunities are not seen.

Even when the opportunities knock loudly the sound of loneliness and invasion of the blues blocks the air waves that try to enter your head...

When one's vision clears up and swift kicks to the head (ass, etc.) are delivered blessings arise...

Branching begins from the trunk of one's body...

One begins to see possibilities within the talents of your own soul

Talents of which no one else possesses in the same exact way

Branches twist forth revealing new connections, blooms of hope and love...

The tree begins to recognize that no one is alone in this complicated world of illusions

When one allows the branches to reach out to the joyous sky, to reach out to other branches of different worlds, to reach out for all opportunities that arise...

Joy fills the soul,

Possibilities bloom

Branch forth

one

becomes

many

Peace of Mind

Peace of Mind.. a moment when we leave this world behind

Knowing full well reality is created within boundaries floating around the mind

Peace of Mind... standing still in space.. no thought of time or things rushing by us

Knowing full well there is nothing that can penetrate the bubble where we exist unless we choose

Peace of Mind... a sense, a whisper, hints of uplifting sensations that fill us

Knowing full well that this brief moment will fill us with such tender emotion that we dare share

Peace of Mind... there is only these brief moments in life where we make the best of it

Knowing full well that this too will pass, and onward (perhaps upward) we will travel to other places

Peace of Mind

Morning Light

We are all as different as the morning light

That spills forth in the daylight hours over my trundle bed

Each day provides new light, new hopes, new horizons

Each person we meet in our life provides new light, new hopes, and new horizons

I can no longer go back to my old ways of fulfilling the needs of a small few that live in my space

I can no longer push back my dreams and desires

I can now go eagerly forward .. at times scared.. at times reaching out for a hand

I can now go eagerly forward knowing I have given my best and that there is more to come

What will the morning light bring

Silence

Bursting in of life and plans

Thoughtfulness

Explosions of laughter and excitement for the day

Saddness

But each morning light, just as each person, will enter in a different manner

holding new promises for each moment

Boredom... I know not this word

Have been baffled by it most of my life

Morning Light

New hopes

Bring forth the plan