The pursuit of happiness is simple. Grow the spirit, this is where the work is done. This is where the body must acquiesce.
It has been said countless times in many ways but very few listen. For the single most important questions of life all the answers are in you.
Being Human is not about the brain, it's about the heart. Look where worshipping clever people has got us.
Opinions validate the ego but they do not inform it. The ego would sooner not be informed.
Your purpose is not to worship something outside yourself, your purpose is to remember who you are and give thanks that you recognised the potential that was imprisoned by limitation, separation and division.
The Great Play
I'm in the great play
And so are you
Memorising our scripts
Is what we actors must do
Playing a part
In the game of life
To learn all the rules
Of joy and strife
And the fall of a tear
Is but a moment in time
Orchestrated by sorrow
And carried out by a crime
Whatever the reason
We take to the stage
Deliver our lines
As the voice of the age
And some will be heard
And others may not
If your presence is brief
You must use what you've got
If you're not the lead
You must offer support
If it's part of the whole
Then it's part of the thought
Perhaps you're a stagehand
Or a costume designer
Don't think that you're useless
No position is minor
For the story is central
To the lives tha...
Humans have to stop believing in their own cult of personality and accept they're just part of the whole like everything else in the Universe.
The balance of conscious awareness is knowing what you are, being who you are and doing what you must do.
A mountain will always be a mountain.
A mountain will always be a mountain
Cos that's the power of the word
A fountain will always be a fountain
To call it something else is just absurd
Even dreams follow this rule
A thing must have a name
Language is multi dimensional
And letters dictate the game
Words hide many data sets
Behind their simple phrase
They carry emotional energy
That the human heart obeys
Producers of realities
Are words explaining words
Ability to conceptualise
An idea you've never heard
Where thoughts possess their power
Refined as inspiration
In the wording of the hour
They've also been corrupted
As the architects of lies
Made promises that they can't kee...
Does anybody know the time?
Yes, he lives in my clock and he speaks with a chime
I think you are mistaken sir
His measurements do not concur
With what it says here on my wrist
If time's a lie do I exist?
They tell us it's all relative
A scientific sedative
Well maybe there's no time at all?
But to have us know would prove fatal
For separation falls away
And control can't keep us in the day
Entropy would soon resign
Not knowing where to draw the line
Aging would release us too
And death would not know what to do
With all things happening at once
No need for minutes, years and months
The future and the past give way
For now they've nothing more to say
About our dreams and our regrets
In the red
The grail that you're holding has always been yours
Full with potential on your own sunny shores
Not vested in greed or power or want
Here cometh the hour that all will confront
There's knowledge to share if you're willing to hear
Don't be afraid, let others draw near
Magic is real and untapped in your spirit
Be centred and still to know what to do with it
When all of your doubts are withered to space
The truth will flood in and it's hurt you must face
For paradise lost is the lie of control
Making matter a god and salvation a hole
In the darkness we sit aging and waiting
As a pillar of judgement accusing and hating
Without even knowing those we support
Who made us their players f...
A natural consequence of change or transition is chaos, the old systems must crumble to make way for the new ones and this is realised only when the balance has been redressed
The Dragon Flies Again
Most people don't know what's coming
The plugs are sparking and the motor's humming
Revving up for a change of reality
And kings will fall upon their principalities
No more rule and no more control
Chaos looms over those impermanent goals
It's time to redress the balance of life
Cleansing the mess in clear and plain sight
Secrecy revealed as pools of blackest tar
Champions of industry concealed behind the bar
Your time is at an end, hypocrisy in tatters
The dragon flies again and the games of men are scattered
And weather he will bring with fury and pandemic
Upon the burning wind unleashed on lands endemic
And destiny plays many notes upon her sacred harp
But the melod...
Truth is obscured by illusion and if you ask the question of illusion it wants you to give it truth.
The elephant in the room is responsibility. Everyone wants to let someone else deal with it, no one wants to be the elephant keeper.
We are all instruments of the Grand Universal Orchestra. We all have our own frequency and when in tune and in concert, together we are capable of making glorious music.
No two emotions have been subject to as much attack as kindness and forgiveness for they expose control and manipulation and though they require no recourse to attack they still stand strong. It is always the afraid who attack.
The Idea of non existence manifests itself in matter. Matter, taken in solely physical terms is metaphorically dead, it will always be asleep and ignorant of a greater metaphysical reality that it can never know or experience. It is the soul or if you prefer, consciousness, that gives matter a taste of life and never the other way round.
I used to be a rock
Lodged high up on a cliff face
Sometimes the birds would flock
Around this windswept place
The rain would pelt and pummel me
Eroding me to form
And then the Sun would warm me up
With the passing of a storm
I could see the land below me change
With every nameless day
I could see across the mountain range
Where the fresh white snows would lay
Clouds gathered like curious sprites
Before they disappeared
The grasses grew to greater heights
Which fed the grazing deer
From spring through summer to autumn climes
There came an icy blast
I saw it happen countless times
Each following the last
And silent was I as I watched
Decay refuelling life
The gravest and most manipulative judgement that can be imposed on anyone is not allowing them to think critically.
Through our worship of materialism we, humanity, make ourselves a dream of the past because in our ignorant arrogance we deny reality left right and centre. Such a dream can only ever become a nightmare
Service to self creates a paradox that cannot be squared. There is a constant battle and conflict to survive against its own diminishing nature. If these choices to feed the self negatively continue, the soul cannot be grown, only destroyed.
The opposite of knowing what life is is the ignorance of desiring what you want and not really knowing why. Life is not wanting or wishful thinking, life is knowing what you are and being what you are, for life happens for you and not to you once you know what it is.
Your purpose as a creative intelligence is to demonstrate the infinite potential of being.
It is the hard lessons that hurt us most deeply that bring with them the most insightful and positive change, as long as we are courageous enough to confront them and humble enough to learn by them.