Enlightenment

You are life. You are the light, the darkness and energy that propels the universe into endlessness. Your thoughts create the present, your energy, intentions and actions have a profound effect on the future, on your future, on the future. Each of us is connected, intertwined in the past the present and for eternity. You and I are one with each other and one with the earth. Your mind, your body and your soul are the gateway to happiness, to peace and to richness in life. Afford yourself an abundance of love to ensure the peaceful future of the earth. Forgiveness, respect, patience. Allow your heart to feel kindness, to fill with kindness; focus on the end of suffering, your suffering and ALL suffering. Kindness is within you, it is you. Project your kindness into the universe and allow it to leap into the hearts of others. Be gentle with yourself and be gentle with all who share mother earth. Conscious thoughts. You are integral to life, you are a magical miracle created out of love. Your stillness holds the key to the unanswered questions of your soul, of the earths core, of the universes endlessness. Who you are is me. Is you. Is connected. You are important. Your existence is the future, you have the key. Decisions are to be made with care, deep thoughtfulness. Cause no suffering. Feel the energy of the earth flow through your veins and fill your being with gratitude, moving you forever and peacefully forward. You are still and one with the universe. Freedom from pain is within your reach. Freedom is choice. Choose to be free and unshackle your heart from the demons and heaviness of the past. Release yourself from pain. Nourish your body with plants, sun and clean air. Replenish your thirst with water and breathe the enlightened smell of happiness, awakening,love and kindness. Allow guilt to fall away. Restraint is freedom.

Visions of a Future

You are a soulful person, you live a soulful life. Every thing you do has purpose and meaning. You are a being who is close to nature; you respect yourself, others and the environment. Healthy living drives your life and you embrace a natural and peaceful existence. If you listen, you can hear the energy of the great earth, and when you are still you can feel this energy pulse through your body, mind and soul. Mother nature is powerful beyond words and you submit to her power, you draw from her power and you feed her power. The sun and moonlight enrich your inner rhythms and the purity of the ocean lightens your load. You live to end the pain and suffering of others and take no part in unmerciful acts. Your activism in kindness makes you powerful beyond measure and ensures you remain one with the universe.

Soul Food

Don’t allow life’s blows to weaken your spirit, you are strong and have a beautiful and generous soul, and although others may not always understand you, they appreciate your uniqueness.

Smile, the light it brings to your eyes brightens the entire room and brings joy to the hearts of those close to and around you. Look at what you have, you have so much and are truly lucky to be present here on this earth, and even though you are not always good at acknowledging your own fortune, take a minute and turn your eyes to the sky and marvel at the beauty and grandness of it. Feel the power of the fresh air as it cradles your face. Blessed is to be alive.

You are kind and it is within you to do great things; you possess a rare and unique gift to touch the lives of others, to lift them and to inspire their souls. Most importantly, believe in yourself. You have the ability to be great. Don’t hesitate to follow your dreams wake up and embrace your talents, really embrace them and become the greatness that is within you. Dream of the magic that blows through the wind of the universe, you are part of that.

Allow the beauty in the universe to inspire your heart and your actions, use it to fire you up and to move you forward. Seek out the beauty in everyday events: colours, shapes, kindness, words, nature whatever makes your heart sing. Speak beautiful and positive words every day – meditate on your observations and explore and investigate your own imagination. Beauty and inspiration are every where.

Find a quiet place and sit with your eyes closed; breathe deeply into your abdomen and clear your mind. See the beauty inside your soul, it is there. Breathe again and watch the colours of your aura dance behind your eyes, embrace the moment. This is the energy you have, share it with the universe and allow it to elevate your mind to a higher level of existence. Become powerful, amazing and confident in its presence and use this unique force to propel you in all that you do, allow it to fill you with the golden glow of the gods.

Keep your head clear and your body free of over indulgences, free your mind of guilt by eating only what you need. A plant based existence energises the soul and ignites the positivity that is within each of us. Explore the unexplored.

 

A fish and a bird may fall in love, but for the murky edge of the water, they shall have no where to live.

The fish’s tale floats like an oriental fan peacefully in the shallow blue of the water. Her golden scales dance with the sunlight as she shines her being to the heavens like a rare and precious diamond.

The bird in the tree is as lovely as a flower. His chest pimped and puffed like a proud and noble soldier. He spreads his wings like an angel as he dives through the branches of the wise green tree.

As the regal and glorious bird glides through the silver skies reveling in his freedom, the fish and her jewel like elegance float effortlessly down the channels of the sun kissed lake gliding and darting from place-to-place in a continuous underwater waltz.

The bird, thirsty from a days flight glides to the sandy banks of the lake and sips at the cool clear water. His eyes fix on a glistening jewel that is rising from the depths, as the vision becomes clearer the bird is stunned to realize that he is caught by the magnificent image of a fish and in an instant he is pained by a love so deep and desperate that he is unable to continue to drink. The fish too, looks up to see the proud and distinguished vision of the bird and falls helplessly in love as if a spell has been cast over her heart.

Unable to embrace, the fish and the bird dedicate themselves to spending the days lovingly positioned at the waters edge. One wet and one dry, they honor each others splendid beauty through time. The fish, who wishes desperately for flight, becomes so saddened by her water bound existence that her scales become dull and no longer radiate to the heavens. And the bird, freer than all other creatures is now captive to commitment and chained to his lover. Both are locked in a prison of time, hostage to the first sun-kissed moments of meeting and burdened by the knowledge that a fish and a bird may fall in love, but for the murky edge of the water, they shall have no where to live.

As the months pass and the warm glow of the sun is replaced by the cool beginnings of a cold and sorrowful winter, the bird and the fish begin to despair. Each of their hearts silently realising that while they love each other desperately, theirs is a hopeless dream.

A fish and a bird may fall in love, but for the murky edge of the water, they shall have no where to live.

The fish’s tale floats like an oriental fan peacefully in the shallow blue of the water. Her golden scales dance with the sunlight as she shines her being to the heavens like a rare and precious diamond.

The bird in the tree is as lovely as a flower. His chest pimped and puffed like a proud and noble soldier. He spreads his wings like an angel as he dives through the branches of the wise green tree.

As the regal and glorious bird glides through the silver skies reveling in his freedom, the fish and her jewel like elegance float effortlessly down the channels of the sun kissed lake gliding and darting from place-to-place in a continuous underwater waltz.

The bird, thirsty from a days flight glides to the sandy banks of the lake and sips at the cool clear water. His eyes fix on a glistening jewel that is rising from the depths, as the vision becomes clearer the bird is stunned to realize that he is caught by the magnificent image of a fish and in an instant he is pained by a love so deep and desperate that he is unable to continue to drink. The fish too, looks up to see the proud and distinguished vision of the bird and falls helplessly in love as if a spell has been cast over her heart.

Unable to embrace, the fish and the bird dedicate themselves to spending the days lovingly positioned at the waters edge. One wet and one dry, they honor each others splendid beauty through time. The fish, who wishes desperately for flight, becomes so saddened by her water bound existence that her scales become dull and no longer radiate to the heavens. And the bird, freer than all other creatures is now captive to commitment and chained to his lover. Both are locked in a prison of time, hostage to the first sun-kissed moments of meeting and burdened by the knowledge that a fish and a bird may fall in love, but for the murky edge of the water, they shall have no where to live.

 As the months pass and the warm glow of the sun is replaced by the cool beginnings of a cold and sorrowful winter, the bird and the fish begin to despair. Each of their hearts silently realising that while they love each other desperately, theirs is but a hopeless dream.

Love and Hunger

They line the battered footpath of the blue-gated entrance to the St Vincent De Paul, like leaves scattered after an early morning storm. There is the usual bunch of down-and-outs mostly men, some young, some old. All share the familiar look of hunger and shame behind tired sunken eyes. Their faces marred with the dirty glean of worry and regret. All heavy with the understanding that life can be unfair.

The women sit quietly waiting patiently with their men. Some are bruised and scarred. Years of neglect etched into their auras, eyes diverted from the passing morning traffic.

A young man, no older than twenty four walks unsuspectingly towards the group. His mousy brown hair peeks out from beneath his black cap. He walks purposely forward, long lean legs stretching hungrily towards the familiar rusty blue gates – here he knows he can nourish his girls with at least one meal today. He is tired. The young girls cling to his dirty shorts. I cannot tell their age. Both share the same delicious shade of freddo frog skin, and although the man with them is lighter, it is obvious he is their father. The youngest sits in a worn and buckled pram and is comforted by a small sweet looking bear, the older girl walks along side, her once pink sandals struggle to keep pace.  Faces so serious yet something about their arrival lightens the heavy mood of those they pass.

Squeals of delight break the still morning air as the girls break away from their father’s tight grasp to skip along side a convoy of Green Ants. Slight smiles peak at the lips of those who quietly watch.

The man and his girls never sit with the others, instead they walk past, and up and down the cracked concrete entrance until the blue gates open.  Then quietly, and quickly they slip in, lost to the eyes of the world. Happiness as the warmth of the room engulfs them.