Sitting at the table, a hand is dealt. Not the first of many, but not the last either. For this hand is the only one you'll get to play, this go around. Yet no one ever tells us this is. We allow our hand to be stolen by others. Working for the life time, never...
When people read this word it brings perhaps thoughts of Witches, witch craft, evil, control and limiting others options about their lives. Controlling other people’s lives. Sentence. A mind can race towards lock down, prison, custodial time, time, a lot of time without freedom. What surrounds is a world carefully crafted, every nuance considered. Cast...
That of the seen and unseen. For fabric, whilst real, more so than anything seen. Beyond human sight so fantastic is this place.. Reveals itself when ready and open you are, having the eyes to see. Much work invested, staying true to the path. For all adjustments along the way, now understood, the why that...
Ours a multi-dimensional experience indeed. That of touch, sight and sound. Feeling, smells, learning, response and reaching out. All contrast upon this fabric we call time. Feedback / response coming to us from all angles. No direction the source for it is always there, always being, seen or unseen. It just is. We can safely...
Why should I bother, whispered in your mind, I can hear? Does my action, my energy, really matter? Let me draw upon all for you. Many know that much opposes all, that others have agendas which don’t necessarily benefit anyone but themselves. Many know that most if not all that is supposed to be real...
First consider: Is it in the noise of the media?, in the fiction of your name? In the religion that controls?, The slide show that plays out before? The education system that binds and traps? The money that corrupts? The attention given to all that distracts? The noise you let in because you didn't understand...
Few able to hear that Life giving rhythm. But with fingers placed just so, the wrist and neck reveal that which gives you your go. Most give it no thought at all. Lifted above somehow the Nature where their life, is made possible to follow. In denial perhaps of their greatness, sometimes a price you...
Today I walk, you walk, where no one has gone before. For these steps are those that I make. No one can make them in just the same way. My path whilst similar in some way to those that might have gone before, is mine. No one has walked it in just the same way....
