Out of Stone: Photo by Noelle
Out of earth, sand and stone
Deep roots cling
Against winter’s
Bone
Harsh be the wind
Stripping at bark
Leaving your limbs
To groan
Dig deep is your nature or surely be
Torn free of the darkest
loam
Give all in the sun or wither
To bare in crevices tight and
Alone
Your beauty grows yet only the jay
Knows of how you’ve been bent and
Honed
Kneeling tree at Roxborough State Park: Photo by Noelle
Kneeling tree at Roxborough State Park: Photo negative taken by Noelle
Whether positive or negative both images have their own beauty. Such is true of us, as well. If we let go of the concepts of good and bad, and embrace whether the moment we are in has something to offer us, in terms of growth, we would know true freedom. Look closely. Inside your darkest moments, worst behaviors, and sickening fears is a treasure of such beauty it could change your life forever.
Re-post from Hippie Peace Freaks Facebook page
Large and wide as the Indian Ocean. Breaching this now moment with the grandness of orchids wild along the road to Bangkok from Phuket. Growing in vision that trips over the expected and launches the blind traveler on paths forgotten, but laden with the smell of spice lands and dark forest loam. Fuller still with promises of sparkly bangles and tea cakes and rich dark coffee. Exploding on the senses with a lover’s kiss and the freshness of new snow. A wilderness of the heart that leaps from a backyard to the Russian Steps flowing in winter wheat and endless horizons. Unstable with its possibilities of more and more and more. Chemical interactions that leave you spinning in a world of spiritual alchemy. Expansion. The hunger of the human spirit and the seed that births Universes.
Re-posted from Meditation Masters Facebook page
KBCO
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the music. I didn’t tell the others either. I like music, right? It was easy to capitulate to endless KBCO. I’d make it okay because there is no music I won’t listen to, but here we are. You looking at me and me looking at you across the therapist couch and all I can say is I’m sorry. I’m leaving you, not because of the music, but in a way it is about that, isn’t it? I’d be pissed, too that there wasn’t a chance to show me you could do Lavay Smith and the Red Hot Skillet Lickers. Except we both know you couldn’t. I’ve got that bad habit of picking men that only do their thing – and I follow. It’s not their fault as it isn’t yours. You didn’t tell me to be putty picking up your patterns. I just did it. I should’ve made you listen to Buckwheat Zydeco and Willie Nelson or told you folk music sort of sucks when I’m happy. I want KC and the Sunshine band or maybe some Barry White. Or forget all that 70’s shit and let’s just fire up the Awolnation or Atlas Genius. But that look would come over your face and you’d wander off to a bookstore or coffee shop or down to the basement. So I never turned it on. Stupid really, you were gone anyway. Don’t you see? You were never there. I was afraid you’d leave. You wouldn’t love me, so we stayed with endless REM and Fleetwood Mac until I was ready to chew off my own self-imposed chains. It wasn’t intentional that I had no faith in your ability to hear my tunes. It just became obvious that whenever I sang my own song, it seemed to be a tune you didn’t want to hear.
Work in progress from the Front Range Writer’s Group, Marj Hahne host
Image re-posted from For Ever Art Facebook page
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.
Steve Jobs
Free Bing Photo
“Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere, yes.”
~ Jedi Master Yoda
Special thank you to Satyam T. Das for posting the quote in “Be Here Now” group on the Insight Timer app
Remembering Autumn: Photo by Noelle
“God give me strength to face a fact though it slay me.”
Thomas H. Huxley
Mt. Everest: free Bing Photos
“The moment you are in now is the best moment you have ever lived”. The sentence has no qualifier. This moment now. Not two days ago or when that lottery ticket hits it’s impossible sequence of numbers. This moment now. Its one of those curious phrases that hangs in your brain on a coat rack of ideas. It has an odd potency like tea leaves read in the bottom of a cup. That phrase stands alone and crystal clear. This moment I am in right now is the best moment I have ever lived. Seriously, if that doesn’t stop your train of thought even briefly at Main Street and Spruce nothing will. This moment now.
You have to dig deep when you embrace it. It doesn’t merely suggest your adventure is happening now, it’s saying unequivocally that your ship has left shore, the sails are full and your sword is fully polished in its haft. Not a journey that’ll start with the promotion you’ve been vying for or the relationship you’ve been hungry to have. Whatever your luck, good, bad, indifferent it’s the best possible circumstances unfolding for you right now to make your story your own. More than this it suggests that the secrets to all the mysteries lie in this ridiculously loud, chaotic, poor, wealthy, busy, mundane, habitual, silent, lonely life you lead. “The moment you are in now is the best moment you have ever lived” is the genie in the bottle. The diamond found in a cardboard box. It’s Everest.
Image re-posted from Enchanted Nature Facebook page.
Breaking chains that bind
Waiting on a free man’s sun
Faith in adventure
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If pain, sorrow, regret, confusion or fear are appearing in your present experience right now, do not turn away, do not use the labels ‘dark’ or ‘negative’, do not assume any kind of cosmic deviation or ‘sin’. For these are sacred and intelligent life-movements, all, undivided from the vastness of creation, waves of the limitless ocean of Self. They are your beloved children, all, forgotten movements of yourself, longing for your warm presence – a moment of undivided attention. “Remember me!” they cry, one last time, and will you ignore them today? Or will you finally accept your birth right? Will you remember that everything you long for is already appearing, disguised as everything you reject?
Will you remember that you cannot be anywhere other than Home?” ~ Jeff Foster
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