Rise

Sound the call and ring the bells, this is the time, this is your time, a new day, the days foretold and of prophecy. 

Rise! Rise up like these mountains, rise up like the tides of the sea. 

As you cross your lines from dream to reality, be the change, yes, and be the demonstration… That this is what awakened is, that this is what awakened does and this is what awakened sees. 

Honor the cries of our ancestors and of the future generations. 

Be in service to those in need. In moments of questioning or doubt, trust in the work that has been done.

The giving, the releasing the receiving, the being that you are. 

Feel the vision, your heart, your silent decrees of why you are here and what you are and the purpose of you being alive at this time.

Every dream is equal here, every heart beats as one. 

Trust. Trust your prayers and the design of our destiny. 

A wellspring of hope follows in the path you tread. 

Give thanks in each moment and for the gifts yet to come. Be blessed and thrive, now is the time.

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Crescendo

Whether by goodwill or good fortune
Know the stars you paint are never numbered.
And when you pause, if only for a moment
may it not be to count.
But rather to harvest their sweetness
by no tiresome eye
that has stared at so many heavens.

In every great unveiling there travels many prayers,
that dance in their rhythms-
fast or slow…
This world’s immortal crescendo.

Watcher

For what then does a peaceful soul seek?
Remembrance…
Of soft gentle moments
of what is sacred and sweet,
sensual and delightful.
Only to settle into the knowing
it’s there all the time.
That from this space,
Only Love.
That From this setting,
the altar of the mind,
only stillness and movement.
Kept by a watcher
adept at his skill.
Of forgiving and refining preferences
and the magic of the future.

What the Water Gave Me {Pt 2} Divine Action

There are ropes that tie this boat to the shore.
Much like my body
tethering spirit to the earth.
And when they fray, when they loosen
it is time to tend.
Tighten them, bind her, this vessel
once more.
But she’s sovereign here.
A place to hold her for the night.
And for her time also draws to a close
at the place which she calls home.
And for a time, she will be unbound
and a new landing found.
And I elate for her in her journey,
know the ocean will hold her.
And may there be no ropes, no anchor
as she finally nests.
Only an expanse of sea
to move freely with the tide.

And the water flowing beneath me,
gently rocking this boat
teaches fluidity
and teaches me balance of within.
My body making subtle adjustments to match her own,
and quickly I learn it is only from within that
the compass may be steadied.
The water teaches me to lift up my own vessel- my identity and essence,
in equanimity, neutrality.
So there is no wobble.
Only steady balance
And fluidity-
pure fluidity of the freedom motion that is Action.
Divine Action in form.

Enjoy The Drive

CAR2

Four wheels and a steering wheel.
Highways and stop lights moving me between here and eternity.
The journey is the space between the turning of the engine and where I am to go.

I enjoy it most on the roads unfamiliar-
winding as my thoughts.

The quiet solace of the safety of steel.
In command of the destination, and at peace with my path.

I revel in the anonymity of the cars passing by.
Unknowing of my bliss-
the rapture of the road I drive.

Traffic is synchronicity
each of us heading somewhere.
Dancing along the sands of time.
Influenced, to varying degrees,
Affected by the proximity,
the perspective-
of fellow asphalt passengers.

Whisperings turn to Narrations as I navigate.
Spirit speaks to me when my foot is on the gas.
Windows down… Music always in accordance with my plan.
The breeze nudges softly in response
to my inquiries.
Birds of prey cross paths with me
bowing mighty wings in acknowledgement
of the freedom that exists in motion.

It is simple, this pleasure.
I say it is alchemy.
I say it is efficiency.
I say it is elegance-
To trust in the journey
and enjoy the drive.

Behold!

earth torus

 

Invincible, Impenetrable

that is the essence of the light

the toric motion of alchemy

transmuting all energy.

Outiside of duality

Creation source

first breath force

The mission is carried

by divine support.

We stand in circle,

a holy group

Equals here in this sacred hoop.

Fearless breath of Creator

Impulsed to great destiny;

Stand tall as master of this light,

commander of transfiguration

and witness to creation.

Behold, you are God

and move from such height!