Parables of the Flesh: The Tree, and The Forest #Meditation #poetry

MEDICINE: Sometimes, writing is the only thing that sets my mind free. Sometimes, it's a temperature read. A singular point of honesty. A reminder that no lie is worth eating. Not, and especially maybe, out of niceties. Are you kidding me? anyone asking me to, is a poisoned fool, someone willing to eat... anything. Be strong, show them what it looks like, when sanity moves along, no wrestle, no fight. No need to show 'might' or be right... gfto. Don't even bring the dust with you... Others have free will, because I respect it. I can only reflect different, and hope they shift. I am not a savior....and so I am that, I am, a physician to the body I'm in. The world inside, entrusted to me. I am here, to witness; and ask for things that come to me. Been on fire since I came in, thirsty.... Grateful for water when it comes to me. The urge to find the taproot in me, hidden, a need to dig, same as my namesake, only instead of into the earth, more... metaphysically. Found it in the name given to me. So funny... LIFE is all about the little things... but, who has a mind to listen to these? *looking around into space* A furnace to burn stale contents. In any case, each key, a conduit. To the lessons I need most in any given moment. I dip in. Tip-tap, away, to the melody humming awake. Set free, another mental body. A breath of life to me. #poem #meditation

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All potentials in my keep are invited to the surface of the well inside me. So I can see more clearly, what I am working with. Statements like this, are an invitation. I like to keep them simple, and sweet. The level of faith is what indicates the level of clarity I'm answered with. The size of a mustard seed, I've been mustering these for what seems an eternity. Take me to the moon, reveal to me the stars. Let me hear the song of the trees in the forest around me. I am open to ALL LIFE's beauty. #musing #poem

Leaving a crumb trail, been at it all along. No time to stop and dally, but one to soldier on. Can't dip out until I'm told, just a seeder planting. Pulling pods from the unknown, never knowing what will come from it. Contentment. Knowing, I asked for bread, not a stone to make me heavy, no snakes to bite me, now that I'm not asking for these unwittingly. Sow I warm, fresh bread, warm bread fresh from LIFE's ovens I get daily, pre buttered, and everything. What a delectable, metaphor this weave is becoming. I welcome the rainbow, after this storm. I play in the rain, until then. What's a little mud but deepened immunity. I welcome the Sun, to take away the heaviness between the blades of my back, any fade I've retained, I release. I forgive, my body forgets it. As I strip the dirtied garments, and let it cloak me in rays. I let the imagery, captive and fill me from empty... Thank you. I accept all reflections of this perfected 'bread' into my daily chemistry. Words, only capture the image. Let it come with a heavenly scent. Fill the eyes, and ears with beauty. Until the whole body is humming in harmony, coming together, compacting, then, set free. #poem #meditation

... Get out of our fields... "24 [21]. Mary says to Jesus: "Who are your disciples like?" He says to her: "They are like little children who have made their way into a field that does not belong to them. When the owners of the field come, they will say: 'Get out of our field!' They will give up the field to these and let them have their field back again." 25 [21]. "That is why I tell you this: If the master of the house knows that the thief is coming, he will watch before he comes and will not allow him to force an entry into his royal house to carry off furniture. You, then, be on the watch against the world. Gird up your loins with great energy, so that the brigands do not find any way of reaching you; for they will find any place you fail to watch..."

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CONVERSATIONS WITH FRIENDS Pheromones are everything, in the world of trees. Why not same for me? LIFE says: duh, baby...that's what I've been saying!! Welcome to the party! A reflection of your inner being blooming into Infinity. Let it be. Let the perfume LIFE rooted in me free. Like flowers singing to the bees. I smell like everything wonderful to me. Everything I've ever loved, imprinted. Everything beautiful, in the palms of my hands. Every joy I've encountered dances in my aura, my energy, my mentality, my interface. I ate it, the moment, consumed it completely. It became me, not I it. Congratulations. Now, enjoy the view from the penthouse in me. Calling what's mine home to me, any outlet feeding unseen, released, cut off. No parasites needed. A new day dawns, on my next blink. Erase what was from me. No memory, only the lesson underneath. No taste for vines that would strangle me. No loyalty to these, because they don't know what that is... they can't taste what they eat, they only feed...then walk on it. Unwitting to the damage, or worse, thriving on it. Driven, to spread the dis-ease, vampire energy. No heartbeat to sync with, just one of the flash mob embodying flesh. These, are allowed to reveal themselves immediately. I release all outcomes tied to these. Fine. Become it if you like, been down those ways, don't need to again. I know the voices that lead and bleed. Sow, I'll keep to what belongs in me. Good company, to my company. Of the mind, if you so much as hate (talk shit, look down on) your neighbor... you ARE a murderer (of their peace, their character their ability to climb into De Vine), only a matter of time... So much as look at another with lust, you've already committed adultery. All about intentions baby, to many things to see, to do, to be, to be double minded about anything show me yours... I'll show you mine. Not your standards... fine. I hold them, they are mine. Won't come down from this Cloud. I allow the Aroma of LIFE to saturate my reality, supersaturate, my entire body, overspilling, a feast, I eat from daily. I release all lies to the furnace in my belly. Burn away into nothing. Truth to be told, and revealed in my mind, then my body. A prism draped in silicon and silk. Rose petal smiles, galaxies revealed behind these eyelids. Nothing outside of me, ever again without my knowing, can hit to spark me. I am lightning. I am thunder. I am the earth under my feet. I, like the trees feed from roots unseen. I allow them to teach me, and sync in. #poetry #meditation

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The most beautiful thing I've found in universals is that there are infinite interpretations, different each time you dip into the well. People looking for specifics will miss the big fish and get lost in the weeds of the many. A wise mind able to discern knows the big fish when it finds it, and is able to allow the smaller to be released, to grow, and form until they can be caught again, and more than a mouthful. Tank you for the thoughts this brought to mind. Each time I dive into that text, I find a different 'Big fish' to chew on.

DEEP CALLS TO DEEP: Momentarily, frozen time and space. Now it smells like the median between spring beginning and summers end. I tune in. In other words, perfection. I tap in. I watch it rise, from root to crown and climb a figure eight formed from the focal point. Beating. A thing of beauty. Becoming. I dance in, and speak peace, no words, just motion. I move around merry-go-round I spin in harmony, with the golden core powering, everything, circulating the song through my livestream, and observe what I'm seeing. A weaving Vine, Alive, thriving inside. I watch it touch my mind and spark a light. Ignition, the world within, radiating, and the beacon burns bright, it shines through my eyes.. A simulated reality, light absorbed through my eyes, black holes, that feed, on thoughts spun into feeling, manifestation. What comes, refining, revealing to me, what I contain/desire deepest. With feeling, chemistry shifting the field inside me tuned to all that feeds this body tending to me, I tend to it. I call on Life to teach me to provide for my contents. To follow my intuition. I Ask Life *heart in hands, lifted* "take care of everything. My Everything. Deep peace, a sign of delivered message. Everything is taken care of, My Little Beloved #poetry #meditation