Category: 2020 spiritual

Consciousness, aware of being conscious. Listening to the inner voice. Hearing so much outer chatter. Pick a channel. Tune into what seems fitting and true. Reality is colored by one’s views — individually and collectively, by hopes and wishes. Unless detached and looked at straight.

Consciousness, aware of being conscious, coloring one’s views. Detachment, the effort to abstain from coloring, to see things for what they are. To be aware and conscious. Not just of things, but of existence, of the fabric of light and sound, of divine love carrying every day, all life, on every plane. Aware of the continuum, the harmony of existence, of every moment. Relishing glimpses into the depth of now, where it came from, where it will go, and most of all where it is.

Consciousness, aware of being conscious, being here now. Soul, ears and eyes, visions and sounds, love and — love. Consciousness.

How could it be?
Love one day.
Dislike the next?
Does one need.
To swing so.
Very, very wide.
That clashes.
Incompatible.
When harmony is.
Always an option.

Together we are.
United we can.
Divided we fall.
Simple it is!
Unless complicated.
By human talent.
Creating illusions.
Grandeur mostly.
Instead of love.

Listen to what is.
Sound and light.
Look and see.
That's for real.
No interpretation.
Just what it is.
Beyond duality.
No values imposed.
Just relish reality.
Spiritual freedom.
And love divine.

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Silence. 
Able to hear. 
Who's there? 
Who are you? 
Is that you? 
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Paths cross. 
Come and go. 
Stay a while? 
How long? 
Welcome! 
Or good bye? 
Your choice! 
And mine. 
In the flow. 
Come and go. 
Paths cross. 
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You know me. 
I know you. 
You and I. 
Here now. 
Able to see. 
A sweet face. 
Eyes and heart. 
Look and listen. 
A blank page. 
White light. 
Happy sound. 
Of silence. 
In love. 
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What wonderful freedom to wake in the morning and decide where to go and what to do! And then actually do it. It’s in the doing and being that all blossoms — and in going out into the world(s). Meet dear ones, and let others go where they may. Thus, paths cross, folks meet and split again. Naturally. Most all tend to inflate themselves in one way or another. Invariably bubbles burst sooner or later. At first it may be considered a disaster of sorts, then hopefully recognized a blessing.