The paradigm I used to get by leaving me to paddle my own canoe. What if the choice that once occupied ceased to settle? What if the choice is a signpost leads me to the firmament? What if the choice is a true blessing for a fresh pasture? What if the choice as an internal answer gives rise to a new destiny? ✨
to move forward is to think forward It is about time better late than never to make an honest choice for the mind, God’s Spirit and myself. ✨
in the season of holy leisure—doing nothing, for the sake of being in the presence of GOD cradled in a place of unimagined blessing from head to heart to the hands—all-encompassing it is time to savor and serve my gift—for good relishing a Spirit-led, Divinely designed, God-given lavishly loved, sacred story of grace, and joy-filled life unescorted by fear-fueled false narratives—to be truly free.
I AM NOT MY FACE
I am not the collection of nagging critic looped in my head I am not the piece of garment wrapped around my body I am not the stream of second-hand ideas heedlessly run on the surface I am not the knee-jerk, check it off the list category discounted to be forcibly boxed in ...
My penchant for the embodied pathways to self-healing & wisdom through the direct-intuitive experience of the mysteries and the majestic of the Wild is where my soul path is. As a devoted seeker, I am on my Way to fathoming innate liberty that is inherently untethered and potent, like dandelion seeds, bloom wilder into the limitless sense of wonder, to the miraculous vibration of serenity and enlightenment again...
Restless Soul. Dislocated Heart. Unmendable love.
I decided to congregate, if not all, what I had been traversing at the cellular level of human (soul) experiences into one, compounded, and just a bit stretched title. A chunk of restlessness, prolonged tunneling of displacement, and some cascade of undescribable nuances occupied the heart of my heart as if unfettered inner flames that never burnt off...
Sometimes, no update is an update. The unfolding Nows has been the only currents of my life of being in flow states. I am choosing to break through the imprisoned self because I allow whatever imprisoned myself that is not even a tad came from the depth of my soul. It feels Awful and sad … Continue reading Caged
NOTHING AT ALL
I AM POSSIBILITY EVERYTHING IS POSSIBILITY I am speculating about being the possibility amongst possibilities to create possibilities in Life. WHO I AM IS NOTHING. EVERYTHING IS A GIFT. ALL attachment means NOTHING. I AM living in a machinery life in a machinery world of POSSIBILITIES. I AM being with the Possibilities of moving around … Continue reading NOTHING AT ALL
Today's ponder - What does a fully developed life mean to you? Surrender in His grace may be an entry point to let it be without even a gentle knock on the door... Daffodils By Willaim Wordsworth I wander'd lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a … Continue reading Surrender
"What is the never-ending horizon of hope?" God reveals to me by whispering in the ear, "...know that you can, and rest assure you have everything you need to take chances, make your own rules, and the power of living like there's no tomorrow." Mindfulness is no ordinary sitting exercise: It is the highest known … Continue reading Horizon
Q: "What do you do for a living?" A: "I Am A Souldier." Q: "How is that meant for you?" A: "It meant by protecting my soul (purpose), I'd set myself free." Q: "Why do you want to set yourself free?" A: "To connect with my true essence and bloom into my fullest self-expression - that is unconfined by the fraction of perception."
The season seems to gear up as well as the body – energy flows like the unfrozen lake; you asked, “what is it feel like to be alive?” I said, “when you are feeling vibrant and rooted in your inner sanctum?” “hmmm, but how would that be possible when you are so unconvinced by the degree of the relational blockages?” “that’s life, don’t fake it until you make it, but break it until you make it.”
“Life is a mystery, everyone must stand aloneI hear you call my nameAnd it feels like home” One year ago, February 13, off from Boreal Coffee Shop, drizzling afternoon, 4:33. A captivative single shot - knowingly, out on my first excursion to a whole new, unfamiliar territory. Strolling. One year later, onto the fifth day … Continue reading Amélie
https://youtu.be/OBHdKYNRDuY Dharma Talk at Upaya Zen Center with Natalie Goldberg “But I can say one of my favorite books about writing is Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg, and she is a poet. Her website is https://nataliegoldberg.com/. Also the Poetry Foundation has a great list of writing prompts they release each April for National … Continue reading Writing