I am pen to paper no longer
My thoughts are just a clack away
Of my fingers typing in a cadence
Embracing the spirit of come what may
I am dedicated to spirit
Willing to be used for the light
Of share, caring and wonder
I am no longer up anxious each night
There is a rhythm to living
You can step into anytime
Surrender your determination
To do what YOU think is right
Instead close your eyes, then
Bowing your head
Release the fear, anxiety, and dread
Open your heart, remove all the doubt
And you end up shining ecstatic instead.
I am a tiny spark in this vast infinite universe. I am one tiny pinpoint of light in the cosmos. I may be an eyelash on the face of the divine. But I matter. We matter. There is no insignificance in my existence.
Along with the surrender to the universe, there are bonus gifts. There is the gift of faith, purpose, love, angelic realm assistance and more. There is the ‘red cross’ after care fare, that nourishes us because we donated to the collective, except the fare is usually so much better than a sandwich.
Our feelings are a gift, a way to express our feelings of separation from home. Frustration of having to deal with everyone in their own humanity. There may be an occasion of our souls remembering a person from home, where they were so loving, but now are wounded, injured, and striking out.
We’ve got to express ourselves,
it is why we came here, to feel, to write, to feel, to paint, to feel, to sing, to feel, to dance… to feel and set it free of its contraction by expression. To communicate in the ‘language’ we hold dear. To let our souls, sing through expression. To dance with the cosmos, tango with source. Close your eyes, let the outside world become silent, what do you feel? What do you remember? What do you dream of doing? Do that.
There is no matter if you don’t think you are good enough. Spirit wants your pure authentic expression. Express yourself, how do you feel? say it out loud, stand up and claim your place in the cosmos, for you and I both matter, we matter a great deal. Give no care to what others say of us, it matters what we know in our inner hearts to be true. It matters what we feel in those rare moments when all thought has ceased to exist and we are just feeling the light, the love, the perfection of just being ourselves.
We are priceless, we are connected, we are contagious, we can infect the world with darkness or light, it is our choice.
I choose for me. I control me. I choose the light to feed the good wolf, and I will choose it, as many times as necessary to build a strong default.
Repressed emotions are indeed toxic to our being. They may form dark sacks of denied expression. Listen to your body, listen to that oh so sweet tender spot where the universe and you become one.
Shhhh be so quiet, listen right there, that loving whisper that fills you with the knowledge that you are loved and everything is unfolding the way it needs to, is divine.