From the Heart
The world is out there to be explored, climb mountains, sail seas, find buried treasure and discover yourself along the way. When roots are solid there is no need to fear spreading out for they will always draw you back home when the time is right.
~ Liza
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Yesterday my two friends and I went for a spookier nature walk. We went to Chanctonbury Ring in Sussex, England, which is an ancient site that is reputed to be haunted. It is said the Devil had a hand in making the site and if you run around the wooded area seven times in an anti clockwise direction he will appear. Of course we didn’t do this but it was very spooky and we made sure we were out by dark.
Is was very quiet, with very few bird calls which we felt strange. Was it our imagination or did twigs snap as if someone was following us in the undergrowth. It was certainly very cold and still with what seemed like pockets of I can only describe as weirdness. The walk was lovely as I was with my friends and a good thigh workout being at the very top of a hill.
Chanctonbury Ring dates back from 300BC and is set 700 ft above sea level on the Sussex Downs. In more recent times it has been connected to UFO’s, witchcraft and strange forces. Walkers have been known to find things tied to trees, ribbons, corn dollies and such. A cyclist reported on nearing the mound he heard a voice tell him to get out, which he did very fast never to return.
Happy Halloween 😉
To love is a kindness,
to loves like a prayer,
honesty in love does not compare.
Love is an action given with thought,
a genuine love cannot be bought.
Love may be that tender caress,
then again a soft smile at best.
Love is putting of oneself out,
love is trust without any doubt.
Love is care and charity,
love an emotion we cannot see.
Love is as water to the flower,
love is tenderness full of power.
Love is an animal faithful and true,
forever love that walks beside of you.
Love is care we store deep inside,
love is compassion and softens pride.
Love is an energy with a life of its own,
love is caring for those alone.
Love is harmony with everything on earth,
love can feed the universe.
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We are all taking part in the greatest of plays. Our reality as we know it is false, developed by the self-conscious created by each of us to mask our connection to the whole.
The self-conscious self, puts boundaries around itself to keep others out, sees itself as one, known by the name Ego. Mr Ego puts up fences, Ego does not want to share, he lives in a world of conflict, he struggles, he is fearful of being without, he wants respect. Ego lives in a world of smoke and mirrors.
If we get rid of Ego, knock those fences he has built down, he will see that he is in fact capable of sharing. He will realise that we all come from the same place, it was pointless to try and live separately, he will realise without these boundaries how magnificent he actually is, when Ego becomes aware of conscious he will surrender to the infinite.
The curtains close on the final performance.
In looking at the flower, can you see the artist, the poet, the engineer. Can you see the steps the dancer would take upon the petal, where the seeker of consciousness would delve. Look at the flower, step into the flower, feel and be the flower.
~ Liza
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I am told or have read that what happens to us in life is not important. That we are to forgive those that have hurt us in the past. Because to blame others or circumstance for our unhappiness is to be connected to the ego. I understand this thinking, if I dare think, that to blame something or someone is to be concerned with the self, not understanding that the journey is forward and not back. I have managed to forgive, it is not in my nature to hold a grudge, I try to find the best in people. I recogniser others might have caused me pain but move on from this.
My question here though, is if we are to forget and forgive all that has been done to us, what should we do with the kindness and love that has been lavished upon us, is this of little consequence too? How can we let one action go but hold onto another, is there a contradiction here or am I not understanding.
Self-consciousness is the enemy, the pretend self, the thing that binds us and prevents us from finding the true self. Consciousness is the connection to source, without separation, a balance with nature, with the divine. If I’m understanding, everything that is done, every action, is done to the whole, and if we are connected as I believe we are, a group experience.
I would love your thoughts on this because I want to know about love. I promote love, I’m grateful for love and I, (although I should probably drop the ‘I’) feel love.
Why do we stop in life, have periods of inactivity and sometimes repeat ourselves making those same mistakes. If we look at nature, a flower does not stop along it path, from budding it continues to grow, opening itself up into the world until it gracefully falls knowing it has given its best. Be the flower, keep going, opening yourself up to every possible experience.
~ Liza
Each sunset a goodbye,
each sunrise a greeting.
Dawn bringing with her,
the gentlest of meetings.
Adue with one hand,
the other one waves.
Experiencing new,
treasure what’s saved.
Cherishing memories,
but not to the point.
Another won’t fit in,
new souls to anoint.
Starting the sentence,
with a capital letter.
A poem of new love,
what could be better.
Painting a portrait,
high in the sky.
That talks of my passion,
to those passing by.
The start of a symphony,
on gentle strings.
Opening to adventure,
a new day begins.
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To learn how to love, you have to experience love. A love that’s unconditional and not given for any other reason than for love itself. Love does not make demands, love does not control, love is charitable, unquestionably true and full of goodness.
~ Liza
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Is it any wonder, why I’m feeling like I do.
Everything has changed,
and I am missing you.
Is it any wonder, why I am feeling cold.
I’m feeling like I’m falling,
with nothing left to hold.
Is it any wonder, why I push it all down deep.
Only to resurface,
when I’m fast asleep.
Is it any wonder, that I turned out as I am.
Grateful for what you gave to me
I’m your greatest fan.
Is it any wonder, why I feel this way today.
It’s two years at eleven,
since you went away.
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