~*Celebrate Life and Love*~
The Loft
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~ Timeless Expression Studio ~
October 2007 ~ March 2016
Historical Alger Press
Durham Region Ontario
Photo by Stephen Cormack
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From time to time I gaze out the window dreaming of days that are gone forever and of those yet to come.
I wonder
Is it in the reflections of the past that are met with the wanderings of the soul in a given moment of time where our dream truly begins?
Might it be a discovery of who we were then long long ago where we are only now bearing the fruit of what was or is to be?
I wonder, and dream about never ending Love within every waking moment of the day.
I wonder
and then I dream do you?
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~ North Wood ~ |
Quote from Saint Germaine
Choose intend, it will be done
Repeat that with us
Choose intend, it will be done
Remember that
A clear choice, clear intention
It is impossible to stop it manifesting
Impossible!
It will only stop when you change your intent or you choose otherwise
And
If your intentions and choices do not manifest
It is because you have changed your mind
You have changed your intent.
No way around this!
We are all the lover and the dreamer!
I know there is a
pattern of some electrical nature, so I search somewhere for a missing sequence, keep it simple stupid. There is only black inside, so I resist and go the other way.
A speck of color draws me in so I follow and chase the hue, only to arrive back to where the pigment began to the place where only darkness lives.
Oh Heavenly Father
Let there be
light
The medication makes it so hard to think, so hard to do anything at all let alone think
or feel or see the light of joy that once was and is now lost when all I really want to do is to be left alone to sleep that forever deep sleep.
Now… yes, I think I have lost the land of Now!
A wee flurry flickers inside somewhere behind my breast but it is not mine. I
raise my hand to see who is there. A gentle
little whisper of a thing touches my cheek.
I accept this gift, the tears fall.
Only a mad stroke appears when I put pencil to paper… I let it go, perhaps we can
talk again another day.
The
mouth is so dry.
Colors most pale with shapes are
there today. I wait for something to stay… for
at least a short while yet still the pigment and shapes flutter pale.
Wait! something looks for me ~ what is one to expect from the self? ~ Soul hides.
O'h my, how the brain hurts as I search ~ keep it simple stupid!
Nowhere is there a
brush stroke ~ nowhere is there a color or a hue.
Life is at the best ~ flat
Nothing seems to matter much at all
anymore. There is no interest in even the searching.
So then, it has come to that!
There is
no point in describing this painless pain.
I pray and I pray.
Please God take me home.
Twinkle, twinkle,
little star
How I wonder who you are
The blank clean page speaks to this unrivaled mystery. Here in this blank and clean place, I can
stay in between ~ in the land of Now ~ safe ~ from a world so full of fractured shattered dreams.
There must be more space for these broken pieces to find their rightful place within ~ the mind can no longer breathe.
Displacement of self has arrived!
Here, in the land of now, there is all this time to listen to the whispers of my heart, I miss the authentic self that it seems I never really knew.
I must let the past go...
Oh… to be independent when there is not a thing that is truly your own, surely this must be the Lord’s test!
Remember I must ~ be grateful for all heart's desire, a lesson learned.
This must be the hold to keep the soul alive, that I might feel the map to my own truth within as my friend ~ lest I become lost ~ forever ~ to the wild rushing noise on the outside.
What planet am I on?
Fragments of this and that have disassociated themselves from one another. They seem to be running rampant like a wild child without a
destination and have gone pale beyond the boundaries of the whole. I wish I understood how the boundaries got
there in the first place.
Life is
easier, safer, and more loving without these internal boundaries that appear so
very strange and dark to my heart. Why won't these things talk ~ with all my might I wish they would, just so one might know where to begin again.
I am afraid ~
It must be for the self to stay inside where it is safe to accumulate again these
missing pieces. If one cannot, at best then, I
can enjoy the numbness and this rest.
But... for how long will I be left here in this darkness without end?
The past is gone now, never to come back, I know this to be
true.
The future will always be unknown, I do not have a crystal ball ~ so the only thing left is ~ here ~ within this incredible empty Now that appears so full.
When I do look back it seems it was always about the work of exploring more how life is lush and ripe
like fruit, sweet and ready to eat on the vine. How could one survive such an Eden just to arrive at this pointless
end?
Bliss is lost ~
Yes, lost am I ~ tumbled upon the ground, then get lost again ~ tumbling over and over and
over. It takes all effort to make
it through this damn day program without a voice. When I do hear it, the voice is not
mine, someone else has taken my place
and they are nervous like a fearful child, removed am I from this place on earth where another acts the part of my own composition
in life.
I know there was Bliss ~ I know
it ~ so I search and feel for the Bliss that waits silently in great
anticipation for the real self to return.
And now herein lies the
secret;
It is only with the heart
That one can see rightly what is essential
What is invisible to the eye
And so float eye
This lotus on a pond
To
where I do not know
Life is but a tiny
ripple
That a gentle breeze does blow
Upon the waters top
It is not where this breeze may wake
But
only our self out of life what we make
Oh… but to float with He
Upon the
watered tide
Inside the land of now
Where everything hides
From those empty
things on the outside
It is only within
the Divine of the moment
That there is Life in the land of now
And so float eye
This lotus on a pond
To where I do not know
