start in hell
the journey is
to move
keep moving
or
stay in hell
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start in hell
the journey is
to move
keep moving
or
stay in hell
alive
always
alive
hidden maybe
still alive
wake up
I’ve never been one to speak up. When it comes to sharing my experiences with others, it’s never been something I’ve been comfortable doing. Growing up, I wasn’t encouraged by my family to share openly, and I developed the belief that if I was to share anything, it could only be positive; difficult or negative things couldn’t be shared for …
the full moon grows while the sun shines through as manifested light my Guru the Guru never wanes manifested Guru arcs the world guiding the willing unwilling willingly walk back into shadow the obtuse’s ink cloaks the son manifests any way the moon surrenders brilliantly to the sun the Guru rises whole dark turns to luminous blue
When I read Rohini’s recent blog post, “Understanding Authority”, it became clear to me that it is impossible to truly be an “authority” without first having learned to obey and defer to authority. I get to choose, through my own agency, my willingness to surrender to an authority, and in doing so to know that I am going to receive the many gifts and …
i to the left on the mountain i see Assisi i think for sure this road must be to heaven climbing the heights oh my oh my heaven or hell locked in narrow streets theme park Assisi must be heaven costumed agitation no facts winding up to hell can’t pull the dots together desperate to see performance too thick …
how sad we are how sad we choose my way i know my way i go my way the right move i think and thought takes me down the path of my way which is always the wrong way how sad we are we think it guides us to a voice our voice we crave that voice that takes us …
take a fact from a fact fact does not remain Perfect remains light the sky can’t see the stars fog protects our narrative hides the facts the facts remain a safe deposit no light shining the fog remains Perfect remains with the stars the microscope misses the facts the story remains as do the facts Perfect
Baba asks me śakti that remains inside śakti that goes out the same? i say no he looks at me i continue the inside circles the heart the outside drives out hands feet head my body begins to shake full scream rigid levitates i go light and energy the Witness is awake i awaken