Tag: heart

The Journey of the Flower

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Imagine for a moment a flowers journey through life.  A journey that begins with it pushing up from deep within the hard earth, struggling to get through the darkness. The dark earth being all that it has known, but on and on it goes, because it is searching for the light. The flower hasn’t seen the light or been told about it but somewhere deep inside of its being it knows that there is light beyond the surface of the earth, it pushes on towards the light.

Breaking through the earth at last it encounters the cold, crisp air of a spring morning, moisture falling on it’s small and fragile body, pushing it down and back towards the earth. But something in the flower tells it to fight, to push on and stand up. The moisture passes along the tiny stem and sinks into the earth feeding it’s roots. Something that might have drowned the flower if it had given up, now feeds and nourishes it.

It begins to grow, slowly at first, but the draw of the light pulls it upwards, the flower now understands where the light comes from, the flower realises this light is it’s connection to all things. Looking around the flower starts to hear the music of nature, whispers, whistles and calls, the flower connects with the rhythm of the nature. Listening to what nature is saying the flower dances in the wind to confirm its understanding.

This is the stage the flower begins to understand it’s journey, it knows that it must open itself, it also knows that it’s opening will also be the beginning of its death. It understands the challenges ahead, but also understands the challenges are necessary to its growth.

The flower can feel a connection to the heart deep within the bud it still holds tightly closed. With the dawning realisation that there is a connection between the light of the sun and the heart, the flower begins to open its petals. Slowly at first, one by one each petal opens to bathe in the light of the sun.

The sun shines down on the open flower, warming and feeding the very heart of it. The flower knows it is near the journeys end but knows that it has reached its destination. Full of understanding and love the flower bows to the sun, bows down to the earth from where it came and closes at last, its journey complete.

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Finding Ourselves in our Brokenness

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Often we have to have been broken to find ourselves, have had something happen to us that has caused cracks. These cracks are to big to fill, these cracks leave us wide open and vulnerable.

When we crack, when we are damaged we are more inclined to look inside to see how we can put ourselves back together again. Looking at the damaged object, we consider our purpose and in doing so question how we can repair ourselves in order to serve this purpose.

To find ourselves we have often been hurt, fearful or confused by life events, these occurrences leading us to our own centres, leading us to our very being.

Does the breaking of the heart cause it to open, maybe because in my experience those who know themselves have been broken, broken into so many pieces that they have to work hard to put themselves back together.

This is often when we find something outside of ourselves, God, divinity, universal energy, whatever you want to call it, but making this connection is often the glue that makes us whole again as piece by piece, portion by portion, we put ourselves back together again.

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To Die to the Ego

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Our lives a vast illusion,

as it’s to die that we are born.

To die from all we believed in,

attachments must be torn.

To die inside and surrender,

realise that there is no ‘I’.

Only a falsehood of the ego,

and a fundamental lie.

To die to all we’ve created,

is to find our way to life.

Being only as the observer,

with no ownership of strife.

The ego will battle to exist,

we’re taking on a hard fight.

Moments every now and then,

we’ll know we have it right.

The slaughter of the ego mind,

is to die without hanging on.

It’s a fight for all humanity,

to find where we all belong.

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Finding my Voice

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It’s taken me a lifetime to find my voice, to speak from my heart. I’ve always said what I think but for a long time in the right company, in the company of those that would understand. As a child I agreed with everyone else, it’s a Virgo trait to want to keep people happy. In fact I think it was more than that, I didn’t have my own voice, I had the voice of society, the voice of everybody else.

I still want to be liked, it’s deep rooted, it’s connected to experience and that ego mind of mine, but today I’m not as bothered. I want to be liked by those that get me, I hope people will listen and consider my opinion but it’s not important and I could well be wrong, I’m still finding myself and therefore my voice might change.

So what is finding your voice, for me it is discovering yourself, your self expression in whatever form it presents. Your own unique voice is passionate, it’s your own authenticity, it’s your truth. It probably won’t be like anyone else as it’s unique to each of us, our voice is our own expression of life.

Artists understand what it is to have their own voice, poets, writers, dancers and painters because their voice is their craft, they speak from the heart, they understand individuality. That to me is owning your voice, it’s speaking from the heart, speaking from the absolute knowing inside of each of us.

So is it our voice or the realisation that we are truth, we are connected and finding that connection gives us our uniqueness. I know that doesn’t make a lot of sense but bare with me. I’ve found my connection, I’m in touch with a universal consciousness and yet I present my own understanding of it, I’m unique in how I choose to present it. If we were all the same we would all be dancing, I have two left feet but I can hear the rhythm of the universe in my heart.

I’m in love with nature and nature has given me a voice and that voice is my understanding of natures message. I am the the author of my own voice and yet that voice comes through a connection with the universe.

If we think about a rose, it’s not the same as any other rose, it presents us with it’s own understanding of growth and this is influenced by it’s surroundings, it’s experience of the world. That’s how we find our voice, it’s an inner knowing which comes to the surface through experience, as experience helps us to listen.

Here’s a question, is knowing ourselves the truth or is it influenced by our experiences here, are the experiences to remind us of who we really are, or are they to challenge us.

I’ve found my own voice as the person I am, the human, I hope it connects with what is true but at the moment it’s my truth.

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