Authenticity

Authenticity

Remember to always be you! Be different, Be unique, follow your gut unapologetically, don’t let the world change you into something that you aren’t. If you want to be an artist- be an artist- if you want to be a writer – write – often we let life and people stifle our creativity. We take a back seat to the whims of society and the demands on our time. We slowly start to suffocate ourselves, to the point that we become unrecognizable. Look at yourself in the mirror! What do you see? Are you living an authentic life? What are you afraid of? Take off the mask and BE DIFFERENT.

Friendship

Friendship

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found it’s end in you,
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours-
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

-Rabindranath Tagore

My Beloved

My Beloved

I sit silently facing my beloved
Our hands touching softly
Gazing into those eyes I love so well
Eyes so familiar through centuries of lifetimes together
The eyes of my Beloved

Those eyes were what I recognized first
When we found each other in this life
Eyes I had looked upon so many times before in so many faces
Wells so deep I could see my Beloved’s soul
And touch the Being of pure light and love inside

I long to lose myself in those eyes as they draw me in
Beckoning me to take refuge in the lush fertile valley of this beautiful soul
There I find a sanctuary of eternal peace and contentment
Filled with gentle breezes
That caress me softly and whisper words of love

My Beloved’s eyes are pools of clear clean refreshing water
Like mirrors reflecting only my true self back to me
I dive in with all my heart and soul
I splash swim play frolic
Like an orphan who has finally found her home

When tears of pain sorrow or anguish
Flow from those eyes I love so well
My soul cries out with agony
Come! Gaze into my eyes
The comfort you have longed for awaits you here

In the eyes of your Beloved

Adapted from-Teri Robnett

My Soul

My Soul

I write from my soul. This is the reason that critics don’t hurt me, because it is me. If it was not me, if I was pretending to be someone else, then this could unbalance my world, but I know who I am.
Paulo Coelho

Compassionate Souls

Compassionate Souls

We must have compassion for all beings. Every soul is on a sacred journey. We must honor that journey by showing kindness, mercy and to always have hope. There are some answers that we do not possess.
Why is there evil? Why is there suffering? Is it possible for the light to be extinguished in some souls? If this is true than only darkness remains. How can this be true?

–Truespirit