Don't Give Up! 

you'll be given love

you'll be taken care of

you'll be given love

you have to trust it

maybe not from the sources

you have poured yours

maybe not from the directions

you are staring at

trust your head around

it's all around you

all is full of love

all around you

all is full of love

you just aint receiving

all is full of love

your phone is off the hook

all is full of love

your doors are all shut

all is full of love! 

all is full of love

all is full of love

all is full of love

all is full of love

all is full of love 

Bjork - All Is Full of Love

We are “destined” through the free-will choice of our future selves. And every choice we make in this moment, impacts the range of choices that are available to us in the future. May we choose with grace, eloquence, patience and humility in every NOW moment, for this is who we will become and this is who we are. 

Strive to know yourself. A love that is so profound that it dares to see the truth of what you really are, in all your forms and expressions. The good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful. Remembering always that which we are, eternal standing waves of light and sound, allow that truth to hold you as you dive deep into all aspects that need healing. Seek like there is no other mission to find the dirty places. And then, once you have found them, once you have brought the light into the dark closet, stay for a while. It is scary at first in that dark room, but eventually that small light grows brighter and the smallness and darkness begins to feel comfortable. We can only find comfort in the things that we don’t like by spending time with them, and eventually becoming comfortable with them.

And finally, once we reach a sense of relative comfort in this place, we can then begin to speak. Our throats hearts and minds begin to open. We can begin to talk and express from the fear of what we are experiencing. And when we express from this place, the whole room begins to fade, like a dream that never came true. For the truth of our own sincerity is welling forth a fountain that yearns the ear of the cosmos. And so we begin to speak from the pain and allow for it to exist and then the container that we create begins to hold this pain with great comfort.

The container that we create begins to say, there is enough room, there is enough space, there is enough love to hold your fear, your pain. And the walls come crumbling down in an expansive starbust of self love and acknowledgement. That small light in the closet emerges as a sun that radiates at infinite intervals of sound and light, the very dream that you came here to fulfill in the first place. The time vector shifts and we are born anew, with a grace, eloquence, patience and humility that holds a spectrum of utmost enlightenment.

We are here now to face the fears of our very own demise, for when we find the truth, our demise transforms into our very own cosmic eternity. Find comfort in the fear dear Ones. Find comfort in the fear. 

All that We Are ~ 

But a dance on the eternal waves of sound emanation

But a song on the winds of eternal time

But words on the wisdom of the backs of stars

And the dreams of remembering the eternity of perfected expression

But the acceptance of thine integrity that holds the whole in protected embrace

Is the brilliance, is the brilliance of all that we are.

But a dream on the scape of streaming rivers

But a choice on a blending universe

All that we are. 

May we remember, here now and forever, all that we are. 

Eternal Standing Waves of Light and Sound. First Emanation. 

To believe in yourself is not only to know yourself, but to trust yourself enough to honour the genius that desires to be expressed through you. Let it be so, and we shall be healed ~

Always Knew the Way

Winter frails the night
Weak and limber her thighs
Where did all the might go?
She asks in the bleak and sinister
Dawning grace of her bosom 
A leaf glistened glow
Fury tethered edge 
Deceiving
Sharp like a sword
She cuts like a dream
Through the nightmare 
Of her own creation
Into the pearly whispers

Laughing children?
And flow the grace
Of gratitude
Pummels the heart
Exponentiates the possibilities
And the darkness, gone. 
The open drum, the cradled breeze
Floral essence dance the air
To song of their desire
On the backs of whimsical faerries
That always knew the way.