Stormy Days raging away...











When did my insides start to be reflected by pictures of the outside?
Stop...
Sometimes that which makes us chaotic is the catalyst for change. Why even go down the road in search of the Divine or whatever greater truth drives us when it lays within and always has. What fears keep us from wanting the greater truths revealed to us, those we choose to ignore in pursuit of material happiness, thinking the key lies in the safety of a warm home, a job that somewhat satiates the accumulation of stuff, a partner in bed at night that keeps us from being alone with our thoughts and feelings.
Stop...
What is fear? Why am I afraid and of what...who...myself? I am so afraid of my greatness as part of the Divine spirit that I choose to focus on that which lays outside of me. Thinking all that which I thought would make me happy in fact leads me to sit quietly in meditation, fantasizing about things I am not or cannot be, that which no longer serves me except in my waking hours, living a life that would not be me or contaplating the missing piece and how do I surrender to that?
Stop...
Listen to sound of the coming storm which rages inside...pleading to follow my heart...that sound which is crashing down upon me...I can't spell it out for you when your truth is your truth alone...it is never that simple...life is never that simple...we are never that simple. I choose to complicate my life with thoughts of what I can't have, even when in my imperfect mind, I see what I want as perfection. Who am I? Who are you? And what is it I have to learn from you? And you from me?
Stop...
In the storm of my mind I have created the vision of a perfect love, a perfect life, a perfect day... in the calmness of my heart...I am where I am and who I am...I too am a student on this journey called life...learning as I go along...knowing like all of us, what I think, what I say and what I do can and does make a difference, if only in the confines of my expanding heart...