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What is Freedom without Knowledge

Freedom without knowledge , freedom without wisdom , freedom without compassion . What does it create ?

Without an anchor to your soul and distance from your fears any fool can envelope you in a blanket of their tall tales and drag you along on their crazy lies .

Freedom to create a life that you’ve dreamed …Oh but wait not if they say “No”.

So you go …somewhere and start doing something thinking that this is what must be . And the men at the top talk passionately of freedom , your freedom , as they take it all away. You hear the passion not the meaning and it’s all so exciting . The energy and the community that help you to feel oh so strong grabs you hard , so hard that you forget that it’s lies .

Remember …remember that we all have the right to be .

Dear Wild One

A wild horse stands tall and calm while shadows from the clouds above move across his frame . Uneven terrain outstretched for miles rugged and beautiful and flickering with warm tones of color . The definition of strength seen in the horse’s musculature speaks of a noble history . The beauty is elegant and somehow soothing to see .

You may run as you please dear wild one . Run and run with wind blowing through your mane . The power of your spirit echoing throughout fields and hills all around . The scents of pine and sage and the remnants of a sun filled day linger in the air as you choose your resting place for the long night ahead .

Star filled sky becoming visible and the lullaby songs of the night begin as you settle in beneath an ancient tree . Sweet rest dear wild one until the new adventure begins again ….

The Roaring Dragon

The roaring dragon breathes life into the sleeping darkness . Startling the calm . Startling the love . And startling the hopefulness .

The roaring dragon breathes fire into storms of embers . Suddenly they are spreading and blowing every which way . Fire spreading , fear rising up like a volcano erupting .

The hearts and souls of warriors that live for a better way , for illumination in the dark , gather their resolve to free the world of the roaring dragon .

The destruction caused is filled with trickery and many pledge allegiance to the fire of the dragon .

The fires from this dragon will be cast out and be forever altered by a mighty ocean wave . And as the moon and the stars give power to the ocean so too will the warriors give light to the darkness and begin to heal the fears .

Breath

                                                             

The breath of joy sometimes waits …with longing  to be a part of  the breeze .

To dance among the trees and to tickle  the ocean’s surface  it waits .  Creating the dips and

highs for the light to play and play .  And intertwining with sun sending shimmering nuances

here and there.

The breath of sadness , sometimes mindful , might remain in your cells for years  .

Ancient tears may turn up

and hold you like a blanket  all the while asking to be freed .

The breath of freedom … is pure love .  It knows no bounds and soars and floats and glides .

Imagine a translucent  , shimmering and infinite  stream of light moving within and through

all

of life . It is continuous  and generous

unless it is stopped .

Breathe and awaken the light .

The Man in the Tower Hiding

A comet soaring through the sky  wishing  away worries from the earth below .

It’s only for  moment .

Fires of the quest for justice burn ….and burn .

And those few that are untouched and are  so far away from the pain just scold .

And blame .

The man in the tower hiding  the darkness behind false  whiteness   steals souls and

glows red .

And tosses raw flesh to his spectators .

Unrealized is the relentless power of the will to do right . It won’t stop .

The birth of reawakening in the heart and spirit of  warriors  in our streets come

together as one .

This battle is not done .

 

In this Moment Here with Me

We despair over the unknown and yet it is there that we are free . It could cage you

if thats what you choose or set you free to be

in this moment here with me .

We surrender to fear and like an expert jewel thief it robs us of life . It’s not the fear that guides and protects , but the one that steals your heart away .

We live so as to love and to love means to risk it all . Mind , heart and soul .

We despair over the losses of our loves . The family , friends and the  ones unknown to us that are suddenly gone  from life .

Left to our worries and left with our kind thoughts of hugs and laughter and of days shared in sunshine and in rain .

We touch each other’s  existence and must remember  that it is so much more .  It is not in judgement that lifts a life but in kindness that an eternal thread lives on .

In this moment here with me your life will live on .

It’s New

The quietness is new .

Moving well beyond  early morning darkness and into the afternoon .

The songs of birds now have a captive audience with the roaming and wandering of humans now curtailed .

It is a quietness that will speak right to the heart  .

And surrender to it and the mind will follow .

The quietness is new .

A stay from busyness has arrived and with it a new freedom … in the new quietness .

‘NEW DAWN’ 11×14 chalk pastels 2012 Donation to Bailey Boushay seattle

Comfort in Isolation

As much as comfort can be found and nurtured in the reserves of inner strength  carried in your mind , heart and spirit alone , on your own , the connection to each other  is the infinite  thread of love and compassion .                                                                                                           That thread carries us through time . It carries us into difficulty and through it to the other side  into the  joy that is always there . The  celebration that lives and is  a single breath is our shared joy in life .                                                                                                                                                     We are staying apart in order to love life and to love each others  life . In loving life we are asked to face to fears and challenges of what it means to be alone with our selves .  In the quiet there is an opportunity  to hear and to heal the parts that are slow to open up to joy , the lightness of laughter and  compassion .  In a place of fear we can heal fear .  Inside of unconditional compassion is freedom .  Expansive , weightless freedom . It is love .

A Chance to See

May we heal ourselves in the quiet  and in solitude ?   Can we embrace the time free from the filled spaces and welcome new sights coming  to us from within ?  Here is a chance to see our lives from a distance , to catch a breath in slowing down and  to dare to imagine …

Imagine relieving the fears of a stranger from a distance with a smile .  A smile to say ” we are in this together .”   A smile that is your own reassurance too as it comes back to you as a gift that penatrates your silent fears .

A chance to see has come along . To see what you truly love and to remember how the moments that can seem small are truly filled with heart touching meaning that stay with us     forever .        

The Gentle Moments

I remember  gentle moments . The moments that simply are peace . The peace that is born in one’s heart and  when unleashed it  washes away fear . The gentle  moments  flow around me and within me as comforting as  being tucked under warm , soft covers while a storm churns outside . I sometimes must remember  to choose those  moments over demanding forces of ego .

I remember the lightness of feeling free . Free when my attention is turned towards kindness and free when the  dance  is with love .