Growing In The Cracks

The sidewalk is cracked allowing some plants weeds to push through was it cracked for the weeds, was it the strength of the plants underneath that forced this one plant through to air—to life. To thrive in foot traffic bring life forward. Or are the cracks just random? Something for the sidewalk owner to focus upon so the sidewalk is never quite perfect. Something for the weed to focus upon as being the perfect place to grow.

What is really important is the focus.

Do not focus on the weeds and the cracks. Instead focus on the larger parts the home, the house all the things that work. The life of that simple weeds demonstrates you will grow through this.

Just keep coming back. Do not deny your pain and anger, but do deny it focus. Focusing on what you want is not spiritual by pass. It is an uplifting example of the things Spirit can do.

To feel good is not a sin. It is the only way to uplift others out of the endless cycle of compassionate empathetic pain. Be compassionate setting an example.

What can you do right now? What do you need right now?

If there is nothing you need right now, be grateful your needs are met. Focus on how great that feels. Relax and just sit in peace knowing your needs are met. Sit in peace knowing God at little deeper appreciating the light within you that glows brightly with the light of the infinite.

Let the rhythm and beats of the vibrations and sounds around you find harmony in that glow. Find a harmony in your surroundings and follow that deeper all glowing and gently moving through your consciousness. Just know. Trust in the divine order of the universe, and pray for the highest good of all concerned.

Find harmony in that glow. Let you inner flame glow. Dance with it.

I Rise In Awareness

On the edge of the day, I rise in awareness.

I hold back as much of the coming day as I can

 

Resisting the onslaught, I breathe deeply. Stillness.

I focus. This is where take my stand 

On the edge of the ravine

The canyons, valleys not so grand

Mist glides gently into the scene

A mysterious quality, a journey status quo

As it kisses each blade of grass. 

Gently the wind blows the planted furrows.

The mist can not or will not embrace the path.

 

Moving closer to the edge,

I feel the changing of the wind 

As the valley accepts its new lover

A display radiates across the chasm.

 

It looks like a bridge

Frosty and flat from one end to the other

Is it hiding a perilous journey

Or creating an invitation to a great adventure?