Love is cradling the guru you are seeking within, Love is knowing before the known, Love is the bravery of the heart triumphing over the hesitation of the mind; Love dances in multiple forms.
Love is all-encompassing Love is divine and pure Love may torment and wound But it itself is the cure.
Love transcends yet permeates the membranes of the quantum maya realm.
Love is a profound serendipity, Decked with its salubrity In all its forms and facets, Love has its own conviviality, As love, for love’s sake, transcends mortality. Love knows no bounds burning up in the bounded boundlessness of the eternal flame..
Dipping paint tools into his soul, the artist dreams his own projected nature onto his masterpieces; where his solace of silence spurs into a rendition of the conceptual unspoken.
The patient strokes playing the soft tune on a piano, steadily relaxing the unbalanced state; teleporting from the shelf of chaos to the tranquility of the calm sea.
Replicating the transience of human form onto easels, vending his zeal to maintain a living modality; dreaming up contours and placed betwixt the light and his canvas, so that his shadow is cast upon his endeavours. Painting is perceived as his poetic therapy, exuberating language espoused through various mediums.
A rhyme dipped in paints of varied hues falls on the blank canvas like the autumn leaves falling on the earth which embraces each with pleasure. The poet, thus, contemplates his feelings, sculpting each in variations mirroring exactly as the heart conveys.
Dwelling, soaking and bathing in the waters of the art of simplicity, the ultimate form of sophistication; capturing complex concepts into a multiplex of words detonating onto trees shaved into paper by the cogs of society for the use of human artists internationally. Entanglements of the etheric cosmic mind images into third dimensional reality manifestation.
Years of scrutinized engagements, on display the embroidery of his feelings in different types of threads from soft to hard spread widely on the cloth of life.
Inspiration soaks up the dew of consciousness embodying the material of the originator. An antenna receiving signals; sweating, blowing up ingenuity, fuses crackle overwhelmed by sensory inventiveness. The artist mirrored in his piece, revealing wonders of the soul marinated withininnovation, gazes awe stricken in their own image.
Wiping the salty mist on forehead, the content creator with the confidence of a monarch stands.To the unknown world, his eyes speak of the vibrant colours of rainbow and stature, his artistry.
After the winter I drowned in the rain’s melodies The breath within strengthened and prompted me to sing A tune that relieves my pain with serenity
There are four seasons in the mind of man Winter blues spread a fine white blanket atop the spiraling seasonal cyclical spinning of these rebirths A recuperation, hermit mode, primal regenerating for the Spring tides
In solitude, I sing Winter’s melodies that inspire Spring’s epiphanies My breath lingers in the cool air and dances into Spring’s awakening I sigh a resurrection of new life into a renewed season of being
Cliff swallows navigate their yearly journey to the trackless track in reverse Summer bustles in, slipping on heels of Spring The cosmic time comes for us to gracefully wave satiated into arms of auburn Autumn
I observe as Summer’s bright relief flows into Autumn’s release The Autumn leaves rest their laurels upon Summer’s heat I exhale the Summer breeze, opening to Nature’s flow
The tender caress of autumn purloins the sultry heat of summer, precluding the melancholy of winter. Spells of leaves plunging in kaleidoscopic swirls brush by my space vehicle, an exuberance of smiles witnessing the setting fire to verdant green. Gaia dances betwixt her creations and shakes them to her core, ushering in through the portal to winter chills cooling autumn’s embers.
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Are you ready to dream big? I mean are you ready to take your dreams and turn them into manifestation? Maybe you have been up against it a few times and things haven’t been working out so well. I am here to tell you never give up, never give up on your dreams. In this post, I am going to show you how you can turn around those dreams which have been sitting in mothballs for a while and make them happen for you.
Chances are that if you are running into resistance and you have not been able to manifest things that way you want them to or you would like to do, if you have been running into blockages, they are coming from your subconscious mind. But that doesn’t mean you should give up. Children know how to dream big despite challenges. I mean they really do. My three and a half year old nephew has no limit to his dreams or his desires. And sometimes yes they don’t necessarily fit with reality like he says he is superman and he is going to fly upto that airplane or knock that gorilla in the movie right up on the nose. He has big dreams and that’s what I am trying to tell you that you can have big dreams too. Why do children have this capability of dreaming big? This is because upto the age of 7, the brain waking state is primarily theta and that is basically trance all the time. That is why yelling at a young kid really doesn’t work. They are in a dream state and they are constantly dreaming and constantly focusing on what they are becoming. You and I can do the same thing as well. We can put ourselves in theta brain state more often with more success.
Now we have negative experiences in life and we have what we would call defeats and they bring about fear and doubts. But when you choose to take about those fears and doubts by relaxing your body, taking a deep breath and putting your body into theta and then focusing on as Neville Goddard says “The Wish Fulfilled”. When you start doing that, I mean incredible things are going to happen in your life. You can sit back and let your subconscious mind be overwhelmed with your fears, with your doubts and with your circumstances. But I urge you to focus on the outcome and focus on the wish fulfilled. Let’s not necessarily focus on our circumstances because that is not going to help you.
We all have challenges but people that accomplish and create incredible things, whether it is in art, whether it is music or whether it is in relationships, whether it is in athletics or business or finance or politics, they overcome those setbacks and they focus on the wish fulfilled and they make that wish fulfilled present times. In other words, they make it as if it’s now. Just now any child who is constantly in theta state. How can you do that? Like I said earlier, more time relaxing, more time visualizing, not what you don’t want but what you do want to be manifested in your life, what you are bringing into reality. And then you are going to flow money and love and health and abundance and healing and happiness in relationships and all you desire in your life. It is all going to get better because everything is going to align and line up with your deepest desires and dreams and goals.
I have heard people say that as a newborn, because a newborn dreams about 18 hours a day, did you know that? That’s all they do. And you can see this from the REM (Rapid eye movement). What are they dreaming about? They don’t have life experience at all. According to many philosophers and scientists, they are dreaming about their future life. They are creating their future life and then young children take naps and longer sleep time, they are dreaming about their future reality as well and they are dreaming about it when they are playing, when they are watching television. They are dreaming about it when they are interacting with their friends, family and that is why having a good environment is very important. Not just for the kids but for you as well, YOU need a good environment to dream.
How do we create such a conducive environment for dreaming with all our challenges :
Do what makes you happy. Dream big highflyers. Believe it with all your heart and soul. What good it is to dream about anything if you are not going to take the time to believe it. That’s the key. Whatever it is, your relationships, your money, your finances, your health, you have got to believe it totally and completely. Believe the wish fulfilled. Believe the miracle in your life and then put the time to clear away the blocks and counters intentions and you can do that with a number of different methods but one of the key things you can do is get into theta and relax and focus on what you deeply desire and that will start to overcome those blocks and that pain. It is nearly impossible to have negative thoughts or negative feelings when you are in a state of gratitude. Get into a state of gratitude. Get a gratitude journal going. Fill your life with gratitude.
Hope this post inspired you and helps you take steps to achieve all that you desire. You have a great day because you absolutely deserve it.
Witnessed by the Spirit world, an illusory mirage of human entanglements with multiplying deaths of losses and rebirths of retrieved puzzle fragments
We are born into a world of infinite possibilities Where knowledge is power and when applied leads to freedom Where all is energy and anything can be gained through alignment
Basking in Source, unlimited unconditional supplies of energy Elevated awareness eases the hurdles along the journey Only completing the test when we see through the soul of the world and understand the language of the universe Transcribed in reverbations rumbling through the loving thunder of Maya
For it is in law that for everything gained, something has to give. We gain and lose everything gained, in a perfect balance between birth and death in the many cycles Revealing the wrapped in ego to gain the soul into equilibrium as the heart is weighed by the feather Collecting information in every experience, elevating the higher self awareness to different dimensions For the higher self, there is nothing to gain and nothing to loose except the abstract concepts we chose.
Magical density perplexes the mind, and all of it’s fantastical notions of worldly subsistence, arriving one after another, in a wonderfully elaborate alien formation.
Cloaking to be concealed, striving to imitate the chameleon that no mishape be revealed.
All creatures hunger for a home, Chimera hungers too, yet doomed to roam
a lonely existence within those that know the difference, between the magic in the unseen, while others remained concealed and perplexed by the fantasy roamed ruth.
A being not of here nor there, with segments that do not arrange, a miscellaneous kit. Everytime it tries, as best it may, to camouflage an offending section, knowing that if seen in the light of day, the result prophesied to be rejection.
Ah, the detection that do insue, yet, there is another way, while you pray and look through your dismay, remember the light is yours to behold, while you hold tight to the known.
For the Chimera authentically embodies his maker’s creation sown, grandly observing from the creatures monumental thrown; chanting in the kingdom of obscure overlapping dimensional zones.
Clipped wings, our world grips us into a firm hold telling us a decision for our life needs to be made, bought and sold Like a caged bird we sit and sing and wait for the decision to be made, In our songs remains a saddened ring Manipulating their fellow beings, writing upon this canvas for them, stifled, creating monsters out of men, mayhem These special monsters are nothing more than broken souls assembled amiss Worn and ground down to the bones by life’s burning; spiralling, submerging, deepening into the abyss The constant changes continuously confuse their mind till they no longer know right from wrong Up until a bodhisattva soul extends a hand, tells the monster they are beautiful and to take their grasp, a lasting impact; lifelong In that one moment everything changes and all the built up negativity starts to seep out Recollecting who they once were, the Bodhisattva shines a reflection, the mirror leaves no doubt Once again we are human, we are not just living but truly alive The shadow self lies buried deep in us all, capbable of morphing into angels and monsters; which wolf you choose to feed that is the question to revive.
Spanning horizons, arched across skies in a spectrum of hues lit up by sun beams, magical ephemeral chalked translucent blue skies, a covenant of love after floods.
The iridescent colors greet the prismatic beauty of dawn with a sublime embrace, the halcyon zephyr sprinkles glossy dew drops of verdure reflection.
The cosmic intelligence chiselled a raindrop murmuring melodic drips with a stem cradling a satin leaf, clasping gems to reveal something of itself betwixt an atmosphere of solace.
Whispering arcane secrets of the night, the pearly crystal beads pirouette, kissing the tender buds, gently cascade into the bosom of infinity.
Raging, crashing torrents by the technicolour sphere, bubbling, foaming, gushing down into the ravine, spurting upwards, spraying aqua flickered into air; turning to tears melting and trickling down soaked cheeks of drowning waterfalls.
In solitude, amidst the confluence of the boundless benevolence of the realms of eternity, the sacred sacrament of nature, the embryonic soul experiences a divine catharsis.
The deprivation fractured us detached, yet the love, the glue, binds us in conjunction; as a flower in the desert, we blossomed in the savagely conditions and clasped onto every morsel of rain just to remain alive and survive.
The trail of tears forming a caterpillar, crawling on the pale skin, absorbed by the arms of the comforter: the pillow; witnessed by the night, waiting for the sunlight to dry and provide courage.
Hardship perceived, immune to time, a caged bird now appreciates the revealed beauty of freedom and sensory illusions; conflict and chaos molded the art of today. Yet the devil sometimes finds work for the unoccupied mind.
But deliquesce; over time its agonizing vibrancy develops hues of a peaceful sea, of which the tides only rise when it is the need.
Shards of a vanquished universe coalesce dusts of fugitive destruction and chaos; verbal hemorrhages oozing from the pen amidst metamorphic dreams built from the foundations of a resilient soul.
Contriving in eclectic shapes and forms; aesthetically the shards undress to unruffle the imbalanced state.
Naked and stripped, chaos and order coalesce, intermingling stitched equilibrium residue to be in touch with joy and pain as though they were dual twins of the same; for every torment encountered, a counteracting faith at the helm.
Welcome its rage with pride and honor; extend your hand to transcend your warmth and transmute it into love; add vibrancy to the quality of life while accepting its devilish nature.