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, May 1, 2020

Creativity occurs in the space of possibility



Creativity occurs in the space of possibility. 

When you look for certainty, and make a choice, you close down creativity and possibilities. 

The space of uncertainty is ambiguous, but full of potential.
Love lives in that space in between. 

That's where the magic is. 

But it takes practice time and patience to always live in that space with an open heart. 

It takes trust. 

It takes faith to align with and flow with the universe because the universe works in its own time in its own way. 

String and Bow: Tom Baxter




Half of what I say, I say in vain, 
Though I say it anyway.
I loved you.
Underneath my armour there remains,
A hidden ghost of you each day.
I loved you.

Aim your string and bow,
And let it go,
Because I loved you.
Angel set me free,
Don’t punish me,
 Because I loved you.

Deep inside my sorrow I’m estranged,
Part of me has been erased.
I loved you.

I’m aimless as an arrow without a bow,
I’ve no direction, no way home.
I loved you.

Aim your string and bow,
And let it go,
Because I loved you.
Angel set me free,
Don’t punish me,
because I loved you.

On and on our story goes,
The river overflows.
Time and time and time again,
I’ve tried to let you go.

Aim your string and bow,
And let it go,
Because I loved you.



Wednesday, April 22, 2020

To Be is Enough

Liberation comes when you realize there is nothing other than Being. 
All the Doing is distraction. 
To Be is enough.
To exist is exquisite.  

Saturday, February 15, 2020

Forgiveness Prayer

I’m sorry for all the times I have done what I should not have done.
 
Please forgive me.

Thank you.
I am grateful for your unconditional love.
I love you.

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Sun Rise Disguise

Sun rises,
I wear my disguises.


Tracing threads,
Across the sky.

On starchy mornings,
Birds circling,
Death defying leaps -
Like fish.

Lost in conscience,
You hide inside my heart,
Barely conscious.

I couldn’t give you my life,
But I gave you my love.





Saturday, December 16, 2017

I Am Bliss


I Am Bliss,
I Am Desire,
I Am Love.

This Bliss is Me,
This Desire is Me,
This Love is Me.

I am sewn into your bed sheets.

And I weave my way,

Into your heart.




Sunday, December 10, 2017

Watching Words in the Water

The Words come and go,
As I watch the water flow.

What it is to grow,
To reach up,
To stretch and 
To be seen.

To remain alert,
But all the while serene.