Friday, March 14, 2014

The Burden

The birth of something new is the birth of a new perspective, an entirely different dimension of existence. It grabs at us from the other side, pulling us nearer...whispering in the dark, to get closer to it, while it still instills fear in us. To tremble at our dreams is the prelude to the greatness of risk, the burning flame of being alive at our most genuine self. Through the articles and the stories we live, the pages turn and chapters turn into the bigger book. When the other world beckons, we can peek at it on the other side and glimpse at its decor...no matter how much we cling to the now or the past, the other side is calling, wild as the wolf...rogue and free, boundless and limitless... It sharpens its tongue to call us, to make us hear, and yet we turn away, we subsist on empty promises from our own selves, on pieces of the old..in hope to be able to survive on the scraps of broken memories, of the useless trinkets we still hold in our hands...Like a lost child without a home, it seems the wave is too big for us to embark on, to learn to swim by jumping into the stormy sea...
The melting of the old bleeds into the new, like a mold...into a new creation, another thing. It fuels the reckless thoughts, the impulsive drives, the common desires of every man...and yet, it is sacred. It lifts us from the dusty confines of a burdened life, a monotony of sorts. In all it does, it hinges itself onto a beautiful story, somewhere, somehow, inside a universe..it breathes and lives, like a flower awaiting to blossom, lifting the snow.

It waits for me on the other side...it knows I am here, piercing through the veil and yet holding my hand back into the dark. The burden of loss is the burden of butterflies, of caterpillars dying the death of transformation, of crushing through an old body to embrace another. Through its bravery, the world celebrates and praises its courage by giving it wings.

A weary soul looks through a mirror at itself...only to see another old, lost part still kept in a tidy box...afraid to shed its cocoon. It walks around with it as a weight, a sort of armor for the frail interior.The soul wears it, as it is cut little by little by the sharp edges. Once an armor now only a burden...and so, which is the burden? Who holds it tightly?

Saturday, March 8, 2014

The Wave




The wave emerges in and out of the ocean, to peek at reality for a split second, to differentiate itself, to have a name. The wave is the real reason, or representation of life, of duality, of pleasure and pain. All that is experienced through duality is because of the wave, the crests we ride and fall from...This is the endeavor the divine took on, the temptation of being on a ride, to experience the heaviness of matter, the whimsy of bliss...to be the musical note in the symphony.
It is the charm of being One and being apart...of being here and there, of losing yourself and finding yourself over and over again. In the attic of your highest desires, you carry the edge of consciousness within pockets filled with memories, like pebbles. What weights you down? The sharp corners of your fears will cut the feathers off your dreams, delusions come to those whose burdens blend with their genius.
An eternal light Being wanted to experience mortality...you. Drowning in the tears of lost anchors, swallowed by the ocean, we tremble, lost...awoken in a cold outer shell, a world of sorts. The shades of matter fade in and out, the seconds burn and are reborn. Your reality split so you can see yourself in a mirror, a creature of endless mystery. Through you the notes of life are sung.
It is death and rebirth that makes the atoms shake, the frequencies explode in a million colors. Existence is going in and out of time...coming and going, being and dying...it is the bliss of the Universal state, the ecstasy of creation. It is the sound of all the beating of the drum, the eternal beat.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

The Void



There is a void…you’ve felt lonely enough to enter it, into the dark void where you’re alone, in coldness. And yet, you are everything, you bring everything into it, the creation and the creator…you breathe life into everything you touch, see, smell. You make up all there is, all around you. Looking into the void only reinforces your existence, you ARE. You exist, and you create. You are all-powerful in the void, and you can choose to demolish what you create, or look towards the light and revel in it. In it, you can self-destruct, and create more void, or fill it with your heart’s desires. There is no limit, it is yours. 

You are there, looking at something that strips away all matter, all of your illusions. This is the space of loneliness, the one that betrays you when you allow it into your soul.  However, what if you stand there, on the edge of nothingness, and feel your own existence as a beacon through the void? The light that shines upon it is your own to guide and can illumine whatever you want. From the void come all your wishes, pull them out! From it you will pull out all your past, jumbled like a black hole, mingling with everything... and you can redefine it. From it, your future arises and builds upon your own intentions.  Use the void as a focusing tool, as a clear lens through which to look through when all else is illusion and chatter. The void is the quiet desperation of the hungry ghost, wanting the pleasures of the world but never being fulfilled. But it is where one finds a resting place, to swirl all matter into a haze for a moment, to take chaos for a spin and draw out beauty. Lastly, you came from the void, in a mystery unfurled, hurled into the world of objects, of humanity. When you reach the void again, remember it is not the end, but complete potentiality.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Unconditional love for yourself



"Humans are measuring themselves against other humans based upon a flawed premise, and the flawed premise is: the more you do, the more you're worth - and that is the most flawed of all flawed premises. The better you feel, the more you allow. You came as deserving beings into this time-space reality with powerful and clear intent. You've been mixing it up with others and defining what's important not only personally but on behalf of others, a desire for the well being of far more than your personal self. But it is necessary to tend to the well being of your personal self, you cannot assist what you're not already feeling, you first have to find a way to be of advantage to yourself, you want to carve out more time to be nicer to yourself, more time when others are not telling you what to do, and satisfying your own personal intention for things."


"You're trying to earn something that is unearnable. You can never do enough to earn it because it's about unconditional love and a wellbeing that is shining upon you at all times and you are allowing yourself to receive it in varying degrees."

Abraham Hicks

Monday, December 23, 2013

The seasons of our birth

Amidst galactic chaos, we blend our atoms, collect the pieces of stardust, and are reassembled in the Here, for a moment, for a second in the Universe, we are human. It feels like magic, for a little while, we exist in our bodies, and then poof, we're gone...floating upon the stars again, light as air, lost and fused with everything again. We share this time with others, frozen energy into a material body, just for a little while. Make it worth while, go as far as you can...it is a precious blessing, for shadows blend with our earthly life, and loss pays us a visit.
In gathered atoms we find ourselves in this human form, to spread a message, to sing a song...to tell a story. Make it loud enough, make it vivid and strange, make it so that the world hears it, that it's all worthwhile. You are here, a precious moment in time, for once you were not, and once again, you will not be...
In the silence of the trees, the whispers of life will hide, and a space that you once occupied will be empty again. In the wombs of a mother, you will find yourself again, anew, reborn. Once a known, now a mystery again, filled with wonder and laughter, curiosity and joy. The innocence once lost is found again through the arms of new life - rebirth. 

This post was inspired by this story:

http://littlewhitelion.com/elderly-couple-took-the-same-photo-every-season-but-the-last-one-will-break-your-heart-50153/

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Inspiration




" It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Thursday, December 5, 2013

The heart has it

My latest article for the Monthly Aspectarian, on a great journey with "Visions of a Universal Humanity" movie screening.

http://www.monthlyaspectarian.com/Mina-Vintila-December2013.html