When I see the world
of wise old trees
Misty topped mountains
and unsettled seas
The glory of all is in the sky above
with a soft image of colours,
sunbeams and doves
The heavenly rays
of light so warm
On a sea of blue
and clouds of a storm
Scents are crisp
with hints of rain
The crunch of leaves
with their coloured veins
I slowly take in
all the beauty around
Soon a blanket of snow
will cover the ground
By~ Lisa
Calm and quite under the sea
where it’s so dark and cold around me
I hold my breath and look to the surface
there is a soft light shining down with purpose.
The storm has receded and it’s time to regroup
all ready to deal with what I must recoup
swimming up it seems so far away
my arms feel like they are papier-mâché.
It must be close because the water is warm
the surface is sparkling like a perfect art form
the light, it draws me up and it feels so right
not like the depths below that are as cold as night.
I wave goodbye to the silence of the sea
because under the water is no place for me
my heart wants to cry and dance and sing
it wants to be a part of everything.
By~ Lisa K
𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔,
𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆,
𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔.
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𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆,
𝑨𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐,
𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚,
𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘.
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𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔,
𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒑,
𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆,
𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅.
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𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,
𝑴𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,
𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚,
𝑺𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚.
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𝑩𝒚: 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓪♥️
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Cosmic Love
Love is warm, soft and sweetly divine.
Love is vast, blissful and overwhelming at times.
Love is comforting, powerful and without condition.
It is something we search for as part of life’s mission.
Love is supposed to be thoughtful, Love is supposed to be kind, but how can it be those things when sometimes it’s blind?
Is Love our own? Or is it only shared?
How can we have it without another who cares?
Is self Love the same as what we desire from others?
Or do we require the heart of another?
How can Love be free from pain?
Without judgement or sadness, can it be without bane?
Love is vulnerable, it’s soft to the core, how can we enjoy it when it’s attached to much more?
Does Love mean sacrifice? Must we be vulnerable to obtain? These things are not easy and can cause some to abstain.
Is it the human condition that holds us back? From the feeling of Pure Love, our senses may lack.
Freedom in Love is such a beautiful thing, the thought alone makes my little heart sing.
Maybe that’s part of our work in this form,
To unify our souls and let Cosmic Love be reborn.
By: Lisa Michelle ♥️
I thought I would do something a little different as far as writing goes to try and tap more into my creativity. In doing so I thought I would follow the idea of writing based solely on the inspiration of a word. I have seen blogging groups leave threads open like this and the intention is to help stir this creativity. When I started to think about what word to use, I thought I’d open a dictionary and find one randomly but then suddenly the word tree came into my mind and I went with it…
Tree
Leaves fall off randomly as the wind whips the tree’s branches this way and that. The branches give way with ease, flexibly moving with each gust. With each thrash, seeds fly off and if they are lucky enough to land on the forest floor in a spot where rays of the sunlight shine down to, they will likely germinate and grow. It is purely by chance that they are lucky enough to come into existence and once that miracle occurs, and they manage not to be trampled by animals or eaten, they will be around for a long time. They live for centuries and see many events come to pass. Passively listening and moving slowly as they grow towards the light of the sun. Their rings demonstrate the obstacles they must overcome in times of drought or cold. They wear these as insignificantly as the rings that show their strongest and most plentiful years of growth. Like an iceberg, that which we can see above in all its glory is only but a mere glimpse of the immensity and complexity of what lies below. In silence, they quietly breath in the carbon dioxide from the air and in return provide life giving oxygen for the inhabitants of the earth. They are the custodians of our existence, the artists who paint the beautiful blue hues in our atmosphere and are literally responsible for each and every breath that we take.
The trees are akin to our inner seer, our divinity or force of life. We are born with all of the wisdom required to exist in this form, but are without faculties to grasp it and revel in its blissful glory. Our light is forever an observer, waiting for us to realize and bring to fruition the lessons we have to learn within our lives from our biological existence to our transcendental essence itself. The beauty and grace of our inner light is only revealed in tiny drops and when we least expect it. It is those times when we feel the sudden burst of attuned perfection of alignment in our body mind and soul and they vanish as uncontrollably as they may appear. We unknowingly tap into that sacred part of ourselves at times when we are working within our dharma or true purpose in this world. This is what may drive some to become more trained in the learning of how to witness and in essence become yoga. This is the enmeshed existence of life with an acute awareness of our own divinity, something that is to be experienced only by a tiny fraction of the devoted monks and practitioners of spiritual awakenings.
Like the trees, we all wish to know our purpose and give of it freely without attachment. We are jaded by this attachment which is what leads us to lose touch with our effulgent light, to be drawn into the dark. To feel anger, fear, scorn, hatred and jealousy and that is what draws out the evil that will inevitably hold us back forever.
By~ Lisa Michelle♥️
My So-Called Yoga Life 