To Love is..

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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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Smoke – DP

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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.

via Daily Prompt: Smoke

A Question of Forgiveness?

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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.

 

 

Nature Lessons 63

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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

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New Day

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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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Is it any wonder?

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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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Sign

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In my last post I wrote about waiting for a sign from someone I had lost, it was within the last hour. I posted it and sat for a minute not really thinking about anything.  Something caught my eye from the window and there sitting in the window box was the most beautiful bird, looking straight at me.  It was only a matter of moments and it flew off to the tree across the street, I still felt it was looking at me.

I’m no ornithologist but I didn’t recognise this bird, it was beige with blue markings on its wings, tail and around it’s face, it was quite simply beautiful.  It flew past the window again a couple of times and then soared off into the distance.

I’m waiting hoping it might return, I’m asking for it to return and have my camera near incase.  But if it doesn’t come back again I really think I had the sign I was asking for 🙂

Misery is Banned – DP

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Any misery today is banned,

I just will not let it in.

I cast it off into the sky,

when I sense it might begin.

Today is for fond memories,

bubbling up and down.

So many very precious,

when I take a look around.

Today the anniversary,

of when you went away.

It rips me up inside,

but I know you couldn’t stay.

Today I’m waiting for a sign,

I’m sure that’s not a sin,

Any misery today is banned,

I will not let it in.

via Daily Prompt: Banned

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