From you to me
Who wasn’t blind for this inner light?
Who wasn’t deaf for this inner sound?
Who wasn’t shackled for their false self?
Who wasn’t living in their own unrest?
Who?
Read MoreI’m asking you, please
Lift me high,
Lift me high,
’til my fingertips touch the sky
I’m asking you
please,
lift me high.
He explains the immortal
Yes this experience is all about your breath,
but sincerely said it is much more than that,
Read MoreIntention
There is only one place where there are no disturbances. As long as I remain
Still in the center, peace will settle the ripples, creating a continued flow of balance.
Remaining steadfast to the strength that ever upholds me, I can relax, assured
Of my ability to maintain in clarity regardless of those energies not in alliance
A Living Album
Read MoreThe other day, as I was out to “buy” something, I realized that for me, things are much less valuable than experiences. My “things” have a habit of wearing out… my experiences, not so much.
I hold all of my experiences tucked inside of me, and I pull them out like a treasured photo album… ah, but here the analogy ends, for this particular photo album is alive.
The photos have not faded, the corners are not bent, each unfolds again and again as I pull it out. The faces have not dimmed over time. None have turned to black and white. They are filled with bright colors, with the lessons and learnings, the emotions and the wonders of all that I am capable of feeling.
What a great camera, what a great camcorder, I hold the magic button to. Press… LIVE !! Press I AM ALIVE, press I FEEL, press and I THRIVE.