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Stay Open

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Stay open.
If you’re not deliberately staying open,
you are probably shutting down.
Sure, you might feel safer
hiding your light from the world,
but did you come here to live
in the darkness of your comfort bubble?
Just beyond the edges of that bubble,
your amazing potential awaits,
potential only you can fulfill.
Start by being open to the possibility
that you could stay open
and move on from there.
Take deep breaths.
If you’re feeling uncomfortable
you’ve reached the edge of your comfort zone
and now real growth can take place.
Take a stand for your open mind,
your open heart, your boundless spirit.
Live from your deepest truth,
express the soul fire that burns within you,
and as the changes come,
stay open.

The Eyes of Your Soul

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Keep the faith.
Trust.
Don’t lose hope.
Your rational mind
cannot conceive of  the true
length, width, depth and breadth of you
so don’t go there
looking for answers
about who you really are.
Go deeper.
Look for the light
shining within you,
there, in the deepest,
most sacred chamber of your Self.
When you turn in
to look at your own light
the mirrors of your soul’s eyes
magnify the light within you,
until it overflows
and radiates out
to everyone around you.
Do you want to see the world
with clear, bright, shining eyes?
Then close the eyes of your body
and open the eyes of your soul.

 
PS: Take a deep breath.  All is well.

The Eyes of Your Soul

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For those who are feeling discouraged about their mindfulness practice…

You think this practice is all for naught?
You think you can’t see any results yet?
I tell you, every second matters,
nothing ever goes to waste,
it all counts.
Have faith, trust, believe.
Your binary mind cannot comprehend
the vastness of this Universe,
so why would you look at your practice
through the eyes of this mind?
Close your eyes
go within
be still.
There are no words for what you find
when the eyes of your soul open and see.

Universal Soul

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But is it even accurate to say
My soul?
When I use words like
I, me, mine,
I’m drawing a line
between who I perceive myself to be
and the rest of life around me.
My experience of the soul
is that it is universal…
this spirit in us that links all of us
draws no lines,
has no boundaries.
It’s only when I’m caught up
in my personal story
that I might see a difference
between my soul and yours.
Words cannot express the truth,
they can only point us in the direction
of some sort of meaning
that approaches our idea of truth.
I cannot adequately describe this feeling of
oneness, connectedness,
that blossoms in me
when I lose my sense of self
and become absorbed
into the Universe of being.
If I had to use words
to describe this state
the most accurate
would not be my soul,
but the soul,
Not my awareness,
simply the awareness.
In such a state
there is no more I.
This feeling of connectedness
guides my decisions, every step.
I could study this feeling my whole life
and never really know what it is.

Where is My Soul Now?

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And sometimes I must go looking for my soul.
It gets concealed in a fortress
and it might be peeking out
from some tall tower somewhere
waving a white handkerchief,
beckoning me toward heroism,
action, motivation, conviction.
It is up to me to find a way in,
past the brambles and briars
of my ancient history,
beyond the edifice
I have constructed
to give the appearance of strength
and stability,
past all the distractions
of the sensual world…
Without getting trapped
in games about worthiness
but going straight through
with a clear perception
I find the stairs to the tall tower.
Everything I thought I knew was wrong.
There is only this simple moment
and the question
Where is my soul now?

Keep Singing

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When he talks
it is so often about
conspiracies
chem trails
one worlders
electromagnetic pulses
the collapse of the monetary system
corrupt politicians
and greedy big pharma…
I listen, because there aren’t many who will…
but I feel myself growing heavy and depressed,
thinking about all that is wrong with the world,
all that is dark and evil and unjust.
But then we pick up our guitars…
We sing about
mountains
wild dreams
the bayou
steam engines
moonshine
dancing
cowboys
love
tears
and happiness…
and I feel light, I have fun.
I can see he is having fun too,
he is smiling.
It’s clear to me, then,
what we should do:
We should keep singing.