During our date, God said to me:
Allow the Fire of Your Light to Shine
Be Responsible for Your Light
Tune into the channel of Your Light
Silent Light, Holy Light
Don’t Rush the Light
Light is Real
Even anger plays a role in light . . . don’t fight the light
Let Your Light Shine
Let Your Light Shine
Shinning My Light is Safe
Play with Your Light
Keep Creative Vision alight
Be with Your Light
You’ve come a long way baby, celebrate!
This year I am going to be doing some experimenting. I will be sharing the thoughts I write down upon the conclusion of my morning date time with God. I hope they are helpful and you find some that resonate with you. Peace, Colleen
Be of good cheer!
It’s that time of year.
And if what appears
makes no room for cheers
don’t fall for the fear
of never having a reason to cheer
simply hold hope for the new year
It’s kind of an end
but depending on what you believe
Time is only pretend
and based solely on what you perceive
Hold close to yourself
Dive deep into the well
Pay attention to the beat
of what makes your heart leap
Each breath is an end
Each breath begins it all again
Each beat sets a new course
Anyone can move past remorse
A new moment with new air
maybe even bringing flair
deeper than the aires
like those who pretend to care
Wanting and desiring
something deeper and less confining
It’s more than silly musing
It’s the muse stirring
waking us from our sleeping
inviting us to embarking
To a path worth discovering
not limited by defining
something all others are expecting
permission to step outside the protecting
No proof needed
from outside sources
only what is feeding
our soul’s courses
Are we listening
to our heart’s beating?
It’s a call to rhyming
with our heart’s timing
Now the beat’s banging
has begun
Regardless of the world’s timing
no reason to keep hiding,
Our souls are calling
wanna have some fun?
It is peculiar how much peace it brings
like the feeling of being on a swing
I don’t even have to be outside
Just seeing them through my window makes me sigh
The rhythm, the swoop, the formation, and the loops
The precision and timing, the way they all fall in line
It is a thing of beauty to behold
It is a thing of wonder that touches my soul
Maybe it just seems easier to be up there than down here
Down here amidst the chaos
Down here where there are obstacles at every turn
Down here where we are all wishing we could be up there
To dance in the sky and spread out wings far and wide
Down here when we dare spread our wings, we are criticized
Is it because we can’t see them or don’t know their size?
No room for that they say
Who do you think you are?
Oh sure, they are happy to have you form a line
but it’s not for a dance
it’s for a trance
I wish you could tell me your secret little bird
What makes you free to fly?
Are you as scared as me that you’ll fail?
What fuels your courage to try?
Is it because you can see your wings?
Is it because you are doing what you are told?
Or is it because of a longing in your soul?
A longing to fully express all that you are
A longing to show the wind just how strong you are
I look through my window and see you all share your design
A pattern of courage and living in the flow
A formation of beauty like you just know
You know that in this moment you are being the song of your soul
Tell me, little bird, can you teach me?
Me, the one who can’t see her wings
Can you teach me?
Teach me how to fly free?
What do you mean
three pointing back at me?
How can it be
If I am the one who sees?
Or is it more true
to say I am the fool
believing it a tool
to be able to point at you?
What are we pointing to
whether at me or you?
Is the intent to find contempt
and something to rally against?
Or find a way to direct
a level of respect
for the elements
we hold with discontent?
What makes us perceive
or even believe
the things we label as peeves
are that which need to be relieved
and not merely weaved
into things to reconceive?
“You spot it you got it!”
So hard to admit
The very thing we want you to omit
Is within us . . legit
Instead of buying into the conflict
and a head that wants to quit
We can opt into a different realm
where standing at the helm
is the gem
of what is held
deep within our cells
Beating like a drum-bell
opening a door outside the hell
of thinking we must expel
the elements that compel
us to see ourselves
as less-than-perfect vessels
Our hearts hold the vision
A different kind of prism
Through which we envision
The qualities of opposition
as the avenues of an expedition
enabling us to become magicians
and metaphysicians
Transforming our peeves
and pointing us to what makes us free
Over committed
Over whelmed
Over doing it
or just Over it?
What happens when we go under?
do things go asunder?
or do we just wonder?
or try not to shudder?
Attempting to discover
what lies beneath
Will we recover
from taking away the sheath?
So much protection
to bar infection
we find ourselves at the intersection
choosing the path of insight or deflection?
What will it be?
Who might we see?
Can we agree?
It is worth a degree
of fear
to look beneath the debris?
Looking through the under
might cause some blunder
but what if it utters
insights engendering wonder?
Only with some courage
and dodging transferral
we might find the transporter
to become an over all explorer
Moving past the confines
of our minds
Can be a grind
trying to find time
To explore the unknown
daring to become known
navigating outside labels thrown
at us like they are our own
It rather hysterical
becoming almost lyrical
Moving with the beat of time
to find our own rhyme
Venturing to define
what we deem as fine
outside the party line
of what is deemed refined
The path to get there
seems to come from nowhere
beckoning us closer
to seeking exposure
Of what our heart composes
and believes are roses
petals soft and wispy
twirling of mystery
So if we dare to seek
go within to the deep
we may discover
what is there to uncover
steered from our breath
that which is meant
to guide our trek
Yin and Yang
it includes the whole shebang
If you’re drawing a blank
don’t worry you won’t be hanged
When we choose
to include
even make room for the tabooed
don’t expect to be approved
more like booed
or god-forbid sued
To embrace the place
where all have space
requires setting aside abase
and grappling with traits
not displayed in a glass case
How can we expect
to be accepted
when we neglect
to stay inner-connected
with ourselves
instead putting away in cells
the parts we wish we could expel
and say final farewells
because we repel
elements of ourselves
presenting the opposite of demoiselles
What therefore does it take
to think of embracing
or even entertaining
what we want to forsake?
Our minds
are in a bind
they cannot find
a way to redesign
the outline
of what is considered fine
Only our heart’s vehicle
simple
and not hypercritical
open to the nontypical
or even metaphysical
which can wiggle
outside the confines
of our fixed mind
opening an incline
providing a lens outside the refined
inviting us to realign
with the rhythm of the divine
It’s an awakening
But not the kind where you are struck
Like a bolt from above
This is more like a fire
That is enkindled from within
Deep within where it is easy to forget
The truth of you always lives
It keeps the fire of truth burning
Even if it is those little embers
Looking like they are about to go out
Then your heart breathes a little more life
And they light up a little brighter
The fire is fed by the moments we easily dismiss
The ones that strike our hearts and remind us we are alive
Sometimes the aliveness hurts
So we can’t imagine the aliveness being good
But life is life
All is included
The good
The bad
The ugly
The messy and the pretty
The polite and the rude
The welcomed and the turned away
We do not get to determine which parts remind us of it
We only get to use all of what is handed to us and decide what to make of it
It is in the decision that we form it
Into the story our life tells
To the world
But mostly to ourselves
We get to choose how to play the cards we are dealt
We don’t get to choose when it starts or ends
We can choose to play full out
Or sit on the sidelines
There is a reason for the sidelines on the playing field
Why players get substituted in and out
They all have a role to play in the game of life
The importance of our role is up to us
Some will tell us whether ours is up to snuff or not
But the questions remain:
What role are they playing when they are deciding the value of ours?
What role have we given them to play in ours?
Do they symbolize what we believe about ourselves?
What we fear about the fire within us?
Is it bright enough?
Will it go out before we get another breath to fuel it?
What if it is not seen by others?
What if we are afraid to get too close to it?
What if we have been scared by it before?
What if we are just awakening to the curiosity of how the fire of life has survived all these years?
So many questions
So few answers
So we pray for one more breath
One more moment to tap a little closer
into the awakening of the fire within
a chance to ask another question
discover a little more
and find a way to make the light within
shine through the heart we are choosing to know
and who knows
maybe someone will see our light
whether on the field or the sidelines
and remember to trust
it is lives within them too
all they have to do is
breathe
When things go amiss
Do we wish to dismiss
the impact or potential abyss
we feel we cannot permit?
Or does it consist
of finding an assist
to send out our ships
and get things fixed?
The times which challenge us
offer a chance to discuss
what kind of guts
we need to adjust
How we embrace the mess
can show us how we digress
or create a door to progress
I must confess
it pivots on how much I bless
this bloody mess
It sounds counterintuitive
not to lean towards accusative
or be still instead of fluid
It’s about finding the nutritive
leading to a lucrative
connection with the intuitive
Showing me beyond what I can see
or hear
or am sure is all that’s real
Apparently, it is the turmoil
from which we find the good soil
Despite our inclination to avoid
we can learn how to exploit
and make it worthwhile
It’s about finding the nutritive
leading to a lucrative
connection with the intuitive
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