Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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Friday, September 20, 2013

The divine energy of love

 Credit: Wake Up World; The Energy of Feelings
http://wakeup-world.com/2013/07/05/the-energy-of-feelings/

 When you are filled with the divine energy of love,
It leads you on to ever greater appreciation of all that there is.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

When Shadows Danced


When shadows danced on your walls,
Each was like a line from a poem,
Created from our dreams,
We reached up to grasp the words,
Before they could disappear forever,
We accepted each gift as the moonlight flickered,
Through billowing curtains,
And still the waves fell upon us,
And wisdom bathed us in its light.








Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A humble guest



Remember...
You are not here to attempt to master nature,
You are here as her humble guest.


Saturday, June 29, 2013

Inner Creativity

Your inner creativity needs to be expressed,
To be made manifest.

Suppress your creativity,
And you stifle your soul.

Play as children play,
Express your creativity naturally,
Spontaneously,
Then you will know pure joy.








Sunday, June 16, 2013

A Body of Thoughts


Your thoughts feelings and emotions,
Weave themselves together,
Entwined,
They form your body,
An expression of who you really are.






Wednesday, June 12, 2013

One Who Sits Alone



There is one who sits alone,
Under the tree.

It looks like he stares into the distance,
Towards the horizon.

And indeed he does,
But he also stares within.