Breath

Just be grateful for this breath, for this breath is a gift.  Each of us has asked in times of abandonment and sorrow, “Why was I born?”  Each of us has asked in times of wonder and amazement “Why was I born?”  Slowly take in this next breath, though your nose, filling your lungs, allowing your stomach to swell.  What is this life?  It is a gift from the breath.  What is this breath?  It is sustenance, it is spirit, it is love.

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Ego

The ego thinks it is god, Spirit knows that We are God.

More

If you are not grateful for what you have, why would you want more?

No Holes In This Donut

It all comes down to this.  We all have this longing inside of us that calls out for fulfillment, and we are continually sidetracked with the belief that there is something missing in our lives.  The mind reaches out for that which we believe that we do not presently have.  Whether it is that relationship, that financial gain, that mind altering “medicine”, that thing, that place, or that donut; but we cannot put a band aid on our heart  and expect it to fix that hole, or the whole.  When the mind says “Donut”! the soul is crying “God!”

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Faith

Have faith in faith.  Trust trust. Love love.

New Moon

May today’s new moon warm your belly as you breathe a sigh of relief, as you realize that you are going to be ok, that you are not alone in your thoughts, feelings and dreams. May She nurture you and protect you, love and adore you, wrap you in a warm blanket of divine light, feed you with her bounty and encouragement. May She speak softly in your ear, reminding you that it is not too late to learn what love can truly be. Reaching out to those that you love and care for, whether you are male or female, with children by birth or circumstance, be a Mother to all.  We are all God’s children, so reflect that love, as the moon reflects the life of the sun, unto all.

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Seek

What is this insistent longing in my soul that cries out for you, when, yet, it is but You that satisfies my soul.  I look for another, and yet, there is no other but You.  Alone in a desert there is You.  Each face in the crowd, every phrase uttered aloud, longing for You.  And here You are, and here You are, and here You are, You are here.  Am I sleeping?  Am I blind?  I am lost when not chanting your name.  I am in fear when I forget.  I face false realities.  Let them fall from me, until You is all that I see.  For You is all I can be.

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