Creating the Wormhole

I often  find myself reaching out across the universe searching for none other than... myself.

It's like looking in a mirror to study my reflection. Instead I think I am trying to see the expansive and whole... Higher self

The one who is existing in the infinite.  The person on the other side of my current realty.  Perhaps the one who is the universal extension of ... earthbound me. 

So I stand in the void of my creative mind and stare inward, moving into the depths to find myself. 

Creating the wormhole is a necessary course of finding wisdom and solace. Because I know this part of me is the closest to ...God. 

WANTED

On a whim, processing the idea of 'to thine own self be true'...i am faced with the fact that indeed  holding true to my heart's intent  means that I am...


NOW AUDITIONING: for a modern day Jimmy Stewart...

Aside from integrity, and a little awkwardness; must move like Fred Astaire, possess the wit of Oscar Wilde, the charm of Errol Flynn and the rugged heroics of a Die Hard Bruce Willis. Must be adventurous, yet pragmatic, grounded and yet not afraid of cliff jumping...Must fear God and a woman's wrath. Must desire and cherish an imperfect, wonder-filled life. Please note, dear George, you will not be asked to lasso the moon...well, at least not without a co-pilot. Please see the Director

#CandyHeartRejects make lame #valentines

...so i owe thanks to this inspiration for this one from a twitterverse trend hashtag...hehe


#candyheartrejects are all the same 
they look so tasty but they are oh so lame 
one flavour, one note, it must bore you to death 
vanilla bean and bourbon are on my breath 

#candyheartrejects are good at parties 
they tango beside the dish of smarties 
i grew to appreciate truffles and wine.
to never accept what's less than sublime 

#candyheartrejects your time has come
you're a dumped dish of sugary scum
your cinnamon lips no longer tempt 
tHis healthy heart's kissing Cupid instead 

seeing colours

in the space of the break
you are the light that filters in
and in the crush, your kaleidoscope
illuminates my heart again

the journey continues

the foundation erupted 

and swallowed me  

in the darkness, ever so slowly 

like Alice, falling down the rabbit hole 

so painfully slow, 

fear became a great curiosity  

subdued by the catalysts of discovery 

and Alice gets comfortable in her own skin

  

 

teachable

Dear Love,

help me to stand when integrity is at stake

help me to forgive to keep destruction at bay

help me to have peace beyond understanding

help me to heal my heart when it is overwhelmed with sorrow

help me to dance when i am paralysed by fear

help me to sing when my tears keep coming

help me to know God in the midst of pain

help to hold comfort in my bosom

help me to take the higher road

help me to take a fresh canvas and paint a picture worthy Your true purpose

teach me all these and more

I am teachable

I am reachable

lacing up and figuring things out

Fatigue created the casualty -really - it's that simple - and yet so complicated
Fatigue has many facets - but I only know the story of two

when we are tired beyond repair
we cannot resist the urge to be bitter
we cannot see balance - but we run faster so as not to trip
we cannot resist temptation to keep the fury of remaining out of step
we seek more and more adrenaline
it is empty energy
So we run a race unto ourselves convinced we are doing it for others -
but
we forget the people bearing water and waving flags
we quickly get up and run away from the people who have bandaged our wounds
as soon as we can run again

and if we two are both doing it - then we are just running a relay in circles
________________________

why are we running? why aren't we just dancing?