Faith and Disappointment

Like black tire hanging from tree, faith and disappointment swing forward and back, forward and back. Dichotomous states weigh heavy strain on branch’s support. Hope for future. Fear of past repeats. Branch creaks as tire becomes heavier with each passing swing adding force to make it go higher and higher until… it breaks.

Unoccupied, tire hangs in stillness. Branch remains strong. Tree remains vital and connected to other trees. No swing, no strain, no creak, no break… No fun.

Still tire invites movement; invites action. Can tire swing without becoming heavy and burdensome to branch? Can dichotomous states exist in moderation to allow experience of life without careening out of control? Wishes and dreams put into action without attachment to outcome, or timing, swings the tire just enough to have fun without breaking the branch.

Fear

Raw and insistent, fear grumbles in mind like poisonous venom as it courses through veins eating life. Fangs of obsessive notion gorge on flesh of connected love. Subtle in opinion, fierce in anger; fear grows mightier in every moment it is allowed to thrive. Think of it to give it power; ignore it to give it due.

Rather focus to empowerment of other. Give detachment of need or want. Give non-judgment. Give to raise esteem. Self will not die without the love clung to, but thrive on the giving of it. Empty longing will not be filled without the elevation of other.

The poisonous beast may only be killed through setting it free. Violent force upon it grows it stronger and fiercer. Gentleness it cannot understand nor tolerate. Give and it shall die.

Power of now

Control of life progress and process eludes as learning self-discipline of mind slows manifestation of future dreamed. 2012 approaches like a hurricane with its promised notion of self-realization and ability to manifest life as wished. Mighty winds of disciplined mind lacks for such a task while notion has arrived. Right now stormy powers hover, yet unrealized.

Thoughts travel outward in a swirl made visible to God-force and returned as sent. Keeping a blank slate returns a blank slate. Power is held by the disciplined and undisciplined alike. Heart and mind create. That upon which is focused returns through the hurricane rains.

Judgment

Like thunder, the booming voice of judgment rolls out in ripples as it licks the aura of other only to echo back and penetrate identity. Lightening strikes out another chip of self-esteem, as longing to push away self-realization satiates for the moment. Strive to raze back from the ashes by throwing another ball of BOOM only to burn further down.

Thunder penetrates and lightening burns bringing opportunity of transformation. Renovate self in the wake of casted ripples. Become a phoenix of discernment, which casts nothing: not to other, and therefore, not to self.

Restlessness

Chaos sometimes appears in restless form while empty weighs in with a hefty dose of blah, accompanied by boredom. A lioness of energy roars for the hunt of dreams that won’t wait for a starving hunter. She growls low and furrows her brow with a quizzical suggestion of NOW. Now is the time to pounce, now is when something must happen, but she waits because she must. Agitatedly waits for the next meal of direction to fill the empty of tedium.

Out of the chaotic wilds a new kind of meal comes, but not yet. Lioness must linger and listen for her prey of dreams. Will she recognize it when it comes, or will it pass stealthily by unnoticed? She prances back and forth eager to capture her new essence.