Maybe not everyone held up given accolade. Just the elite few it seems, did we get that right? But maybe in this notion we miss the entire point. For those that get held up, nothing further from the truth could be. For, for the most part what is presented are those that hold only onto...
Blissful immersion in that which words cannot describe. For beyond anything beautiful or exquisite it is. To watch and feel another’s light going on. You know when they start to ask that little simple question, why? For it is at that precise moment in this exquisite thing we call time. That exact tic of the...
For I really don’t care whether the Earth is flat or round. For it changes nought. Foot steps on the moon, not one thought, do I give. Children are dying by the thousands each day. Millions and millions of them, who for whatever reason couldn’t afford to pay. We are laying now, vast landscapes toxic....
Pause with me for just a moment or two. For magic little journey we take now together. Come quietly now with me. Take the time to slow down the world about you and leave it all behind. As long as you need. For only you are really present should you venture on. Now consider this...
Time is weaved behind us as our decisions, split second by split second, change all things about to be observed. This is the same for every being alive that has choice. The only difference is the level of the ability to understand self. The video is played out in front of you as a reflection...
Atoms of H20 moving all around, slowly progressing due to unseen force, with the freedom to move just so when decision taken. “Mainstream” a term used to describe those that arrive, relaxing to go with the flow. Comfortable, safe but maybe programmable by all those other mainstreamers. For their path that is easy, drifting as...
Energy, different frequencies of Energy we are bathed in them. They arrive from other galaxies, or the person sitting beside you on the bus. They even come from you, when you are happy or sad, or not. The colours of these energies all around us in a spin are beyond words. Warming almost alive they...
Today, just like all the rest, deep down, I want to be loved, just loved. I want to be understood. To belong somewhere, maybe even unto myself. I fight, sometimes seemingly to the death, even with myself. I want to rest, just to be still, to be present. Struggles, I want these behind me. Confidence...
Into this mud we are thrust. Maybe quicksand more apt in name. No hint of alternative ever revealed. No allowance of “self” or “exploration” allowed. No discussion, not one, about what you would actually like to, or feel to do with your life. Thrust into the machine right from the start. Those luckily enough to...
