The freedom and the rootedness in the creative purpose , in silence or in a ruckus , it reveals . It is an undoing . A dedicated foray into the unknown and an act of putting the formless into form .
It is love without time or space .
To be in peace and joy , to fulfill a purpose known or unknown . To deepen my
understanding thereby strengthening connection to all of life . To explore ideas,
actions, states of being and to simply be . To simply breathe and sense the miracle that
is all around and the threads that are me running through it all blending or bumpy
…there is both freedom and anchors in the joys and sorrows . Looking to be beyond
the stars as well as meadows sprinkled with blooms and to delight and roar in oceans
near and far .
Bold and wild when the waves become harsh with injustices and dancing delicately with dreams of harmony .
Every beat of the heart creates a story . Born either from perceptions or the beautiful truth of your soul .
Weaving a way into and through our shared vulnerabilities and moments of courage just the other side of fear .
Rhythms change with each day bringing us to new ways .
Close to home water flows , slightly risen above the surface and yet reaches deeply
into one’s soul .
Sounds , eyes closed , of timelessness and possibility .
Light , eyes open , both playful and solemn .
Observance may become storytelling and a meditation with nature a poem as a guide .
Like a beautiful , wondrous surprise , one day , a lone bird is heard .
It’s song parting the grayness of winter .
Lifting mood and vision towards dreams to be explored .
And with joyous heart more birds begin to sing .
It’s so often right in view . The glorious beauty and mystery of life interwoven with past, present and future into one thread . That thread connects us all . The layers of living moving through time and space as one and yet still all at once .
The beauty and the mystery forever intertwined in each breath .
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 .
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 .
Beating heart Be awakened and fully rise in your integrity . Beating my chest like the Gorilla behind the bars in the Zoo’s engineered habitat . Courage comes alive in the pulsing flow of your blood once you hear the cries of harmful tragedies by design . When integrity lies still and turns away from humanity is when humanity is no more . And when integrity opens it’s eyes to see that is when life becomes compassion which is blind to the differences between you and me .
The Eye of the Heart
blchapman 