Rouse the
The wild poet within… I like that a lot. Thanks ✨
✨✨✨
Finding the true expression - the ‘meant to’ - in the wash of opinions and other noise … that is the skill and the way and the awareness sought.
Yes, absolutely… be messy, be real, be you - not for approval but for the joy of it all!
One must shut out those who criticize.
Close my eyes
Floating in clouds
But seeing clearly
Ahhh….my path is known.
Beautiful ❤️❤️❤️
Expressing yourself fully comes with some washback ….some judgement…criticism and very low vibration.
Often we don’t share our fullest expressions.
It’s is important though .c
Sending you a sense of freedom from judgment… be the vibration you seek ❤️
Poem. The hardest thing.
By Jennifer Lions.
The hardest thing
Is to be yourself
And the easiest thing
The off the shelf elf
Wrapped In stealth
Hidden in plane sight
Clothed in plane cloth
Dressed like a moth
To conceal the light
The magical light
That reveals the truth
The everlasting youth
In the heart
In the soul
The burning coal
Fire in the pit
Of your belly
Burns like a snake
Rising from the base
It shines on your face
When your eyes light up
With that smile
I can see you from a mile
Its no coincidence we met
Your another spark
From the same fire
And we burn with such desire
To be free of the chains
That rattle our brains
But you want to know a secret
Those chains are made of ideas
And we can cut them with new ideas
Just use that gift of old
The philosophers stone so I’m told
Is imagination at your grasp
Just let it flow
Let it show
Let it know your wish
Is your command
The genie at your service
Rising from the vessel
Of your body
To soar up with the bright light
To claim the throne of your birthright
To be the source of your own life
To know the self that is dear
To do the things you most fear
To walk the path from there to here
To be so present
The very earth moves when you breath
And the sky weeps when you cry
And the dogs howl when you sigh
The stones levitate
And the wind hesitates
As your passion for life resonates
With unhidden delight
Revealing inner sight
The rapturous plight
Vibrating into the night
And through to the dawn
Where we deeply breath again
Releasing the pain
Of a thousand lonely lifetimes
At last
We are free
To meet
And to be
Ourselves …
Peace :-)
The wild poet within… I like that a lot. Thanks ✨
✨✨✨
Finding the true expression - the ‘meant to’ - in the wash of opinions and other noise … that is the skill and the way and the awareness sought.
Yes, absolutely… be messy, be real, be you - not for approval but for the joy of it all!
One must shut out those who criticize.
Close my eyes
Floating in clouds
But seeing clearly
Ahhh….my path is known.
Beautiful ❤️❤️❤️
Expressing yourself fully comes with some washback ….some judgement…criticism and very low vibration.
Often we don’t share our fullest expressions.
It’s is important though .c
Sending you a sense of freedom from judgment… be the vibration you seek ❤️
Poem. The hardest thing.
By Jennifer Lions.
The hardest thing
Is to be yourself
And the easiest thing
Is to be yourself
The off the shelf elf
Wrapped In stealth
Hidden in plane sight
Clothed in plane cloth
Dressed like a moth
To conceal the light
The magical light
That reveals the truth
The everlasting youth
In the heart
In the soul
The burning coal
Fire in the pit
Of your belly
Burns like a snake
Rising from the base
It shines on your face
When your eyes light up
With that smile
I can see you from a mile
Its no coincidence we met
Your another spark
From the same fire
And we burn with such desire
To be free of the chains
That rattle our brains
But you want to know a secret
Those chains are made of ideas
And we can cut them with new ideas
Just use that gift of old
The philosophers stone so I’m told
Is imagination at your grasp
Just let it flow
Let it show
Let it know your wish
Is your command
The genie at your service
Rising from the vessel
Of your body
To soar up with the bright light
To claim the throne of your birthright
To be the source of your own life
To know the self that is dear
To do the things you most fear
To walk the path from there to here
To be so present
The very earth moves when you breath
And the sky weeps when you cry
And the dogs howl when you sigh
The stones levitate
And the wind hesitates
As your passion for life resonates
With unhidden delight
Revealing inner sight
The rapturous plight
Vibrating into the night
And through to the dawn
Where we deeply breath again
Releasing the pain
Of a thousand lonely lifetimes
At last
We are free
To meet
And to be
Ourselves …
Peace :-)