This is the day
Your life will surely change.
What you do with every breath, Every step,
Will determine tomorrow. It may not come,
But continue forward.
Your hands are His.
Your feet walk as Hers.
Your mind shall think like His.
Your Heart was transplanted with Hers. With eyes of Hope,
Thoughts in faith.
Your steps shall be with…
There comes a time in everyone’s life when self-evaluation takes place. We recall our earlier years within the morning of our life, not necessarily accepting where we have traveled or what we have done. As we look back, we choose to move forward in a different direction…a direction leading towards…
Writing story into existence
painting Canvas anew
allowing the world to spin
accepting days when blue
Observe
Change
Scripted and non-orchestrated
it is what it is
it is as one sees
Motivated
contemplated
whatever will be
Triggered thought
trauma arising
Pause
Loving-kindness
giving way
roads traveled
leading to present day
…
Deep within our slumber, cock* striking three
the veil is lifted, and residual thought sent out — yesterday’s trash
wreaking havoc on inner-dimensional — bridging of hemispherical
ideations giving way to promises of a new day.
Daily routine — twisted mind and rooted feet
heartfelt song — carrying tunes of yesterday’s
healing…
The world of thought is as we see it through the eyes of flesh, limited by a collective reaction to what is happening. Nothing is new. Similar pain and destruction are alive today as their songs echo thousands of years ago — merely amplified by 7.6 billion thoughts.
Filtered by…
In a world of technology and distractions, we forget to step into the canvas of life. Laid before us to enjoy, often forgotten, failing to embrace all the canvas offers. Painted by source, enjoyed by few, free for all to enjoy. …
We arise each day with many choices in our being. Do I have morning coffee? What to have for breakfast? In the interest of time, we create habits or rituals to be more efficient throughout our day.
We have the same breakfast — adding one or two cups of coffee…
No thought
thousand words a minute
train wreck
baby Otter swimmingly
trapped in wretchedness
free as clouded skies floating effortlessly
governed definitively
provisional belief
so many answers
yielding more questionable thought
attempts to define what is
no longer is it
submitting to Canvas, It Is.
Is It not passing of…
Too vague, the opening lines of our play-on-words — hurtful retort rocking me to the core. …
Into the darkest nights, bittersweet cacophony playing in the backdrop — leading out of sight, visually impaired as the masses collective vibratory thought teases — temptingly challenging self-belief in a greater whole. …
