Honouring My All

I want to honour

the All That Is In Me.

 

I want to honour

the Sacredness in the Everyday.

 

I want to honour

the Beauty and Perfection of each Moment.

 

I want to honour

the Awe and Majesty I feel instilled in Presence.

 

I want to honour

the sense of Wonder within me.

 

I want to honour

my fullest Self-expression, my ceaseless unfolding.

 

I want to honour

that which wishes to be brought into Being through me.

 

I want to honour

that which has been, that which is yet to come.

 

I want to honour

that which is ready to be released, wishes to fall away.

 

I want to honour the Eternal,

the Infinite Source of Well-Being.

 

I want to honor the Breath of Life breathing through me.

 

I want to honor

the Highest, Purest Essence and Expression of Self.

 

I want to honour Truth.

 

I want to honour Beauty.

 

I want to honour

the All That I Am;

 

the Sacred sigh that says

Yes to Life

Yes to Me.

I Am

Image courtesy of Maialisa.

I am choosing to

expand into

a deeper experience

of the beauty and

perfection that is

my Soul.

 

I am choosing to

know myself as

aligned with,

in harmony with,

resonant with

that Infinite perfection.

 

I am choosing to

let go –

release,

transform…

transcend,

all that no longer serves.

 

Through the Sacred

alchemy of

my life

I transmute it

into gold.

 

I am choosing

to know myself

as the Infinite and

Sovereign being

that is who I Am.

 

I am choosing to

claim my power.

To step into and

Own my

I Am Presence.

 

I am choosing

to experience myself

as Expectant with

my Soul’s desires;

ripe, and ready to blossom.

 

I am choosing

to Trust in

Sacred Timing, the

Master Plan of

the Divine.

 

I am choosing

to stand strong

in my Integrity,

knowing that I cannot

miss that which is

meant for me.

 

I am choosing to

be willing,

be ready,

be open.

 

I am choosing to

be a clear and pure

vessel so the

love of Source can

flow through me.

 

I am choosing to

believe I am

equal to that which

lies ahead; to

trust that the Path

will be revealed.

 

I am choosing to

trust in the Journey; to

tread with confidence,

knowing my Soul

guides  me true.

 

I am choosing to

Trust in Source;

the all-knowing

all-encompassing

Universe.

 

I am choosing to

Trust in  Me;

the Infinite

all-knowing

part of Me.

What Is a Man?

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I don’t pretend to

understand

the intricate complexities of

who and

what I really am –

 

an ego housed in a

body it’s true, with

hopes and dreams,

fears and doubts,

desires…

 

to be or have or do

something

more.

 

A history,

memories…

 

some of pain and suffering,

some of light and joy.

 

And that’s not all…

 

I’m the rich inheritor of a long

lineage of DNA that

bespoke who I have

become –

 

the kink in my hair,

my slender wrists and ankles,

the veins breaking through my skin –

 

gifts

given to me

by my ancestors.

 

And surely it is also them I

have to thank for the

less visible legacies of

intellect and

character.

 

And I am, too, the

product of my

environment –

 

a love of books and learning

instilled when young

well-worn companions to this day.

 

Now an anomalous

blend of

East and West after

half a lifetime spent

in a home away from

home.

 

And yet…

 

None of this even begins to

penetrate the ambiguities,

barely grazes the surface of my

depths.

 

I’m so much more.

 

I’m the compassionate heart;

the perceptive mind;

the determined will;

the loving soul;

the blood that runs through veins;

the prana that enlivens;

the eyes that see;

the ears that hear;

the hands that touch and comfort and hold.

 

Hold onto what?

 

Hold onto whatsoever

I

deem

important.

 

And now that I think of it,

it’s not just the hands that hold…

 

My mind – conscious and not – holds on to

concepts,

beliefs,

outlived emotions,

all the things I’ve been told,

all the things I’ve read and

seen and heard…

 

All the things I’ve thought I am.

 

Until awakened

questioning – yes;

but not contemplating if a

thought-form was conducive to

wholeness or not…,

 

holding on to

so many that

weren’t.

 

And still I love this mind of mine,

this deep unfathomable enigma…

 

for even as it holds fast to

limited notions of who and

what I am,

it’s all the time

grasping

for the truth

beyond.

 

Broaching the subject and the

boundaries of intellectual

understanding I would have to say

from lived experience that it’s

when we let go of everything –

break through our preconceptions –

that we come

closest to the

 

truth.

 

And what do

I

find

 

when I allow myself to

look and really see,

to perceive with the

heart

as well as the

mind?

 

To look with the

eyes of the

soul?

 

That I’m everything and

nothing

all at once…

 

a divine spark of

life

in human form…

 

an entity made of the same

cosmic building blocks as the

stars in the sky,

the fish in the rivers,

the leaves that rustle in the wind…

 

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

 

Everything – for the

Universe

is contained

within my depths.

 

Nothing – for there is no

“me,”

only the

breath of life

that flows through

all.

 

I am

Life

Love

Birth

Rebirth

Change

Regeneration

Dying

Death…

 

An impermanent

Infinite

breath of

Life.

 

What are we

really

when the flesh is

burned away to

reveal

charred and

brittle bones

and all we are left with is

Truth?

 

That answer will come in its own time, but

for now…

 

I love the

breath of life

that

breathes through me

graces me my days.

the path unraveled before me

Photo courtesy of Jeremiah Goodman.

The whole world is home –

right where I find myself is

right where I belong.

Becoming

You are perfect –

Here

Now.

Just as you find yourself,

Without the need to lament a thing.

 

A half-opened bud,

on the cusp of change.

You may experience

growing pains, lingering fears…

But you are

Beautiful

Perfect

just the same.

 

Permanence

is nothing more than an illusion;

even the seeming immutability

of who

and what

we are.

 

“Static”

is not a word that

exists

in the vocabulary

of our

Universe.

 

All is change.

 

In our ever-present

perfection,

we are, like the flower,

always

simultaneously

“becoming.”

 

Growing into

more and more…

 

of our beauty,

our truth,

our authenticity.

 

Growing into

more and more

of

our

selves.

 

Our unique perfection.

 

The gift that only we

can bring to the world.

 

(And sometimes

we need to

die a kind of death,

to reseed ourselves

in unfamiliar soil

in order to allow

still

more

of our

becoming).

 

And always,

always,

we need to

give ourselves

the gift of

time.

 

As the bud clefts

open;

as each

exquisite

petal unfurls,

a new discovery of

self

is made.

 

This is what

“becoming” is.

 

Would you think

an acorn

any less perfect

for not yet being grown into

the magnificent oak

contained within?

 

Why not

take a revolutionary stance,

treat yourself

with the same

understanding, the same

loving

compassion?

 

Learn to see

with the eyes of all time:

to behold your

beauty,

your perfection,

from the all-encompassing perspective

of the Universe.

 

The Universe

that knows

that all is in process.

 

All is becoming.

 

All is growing

towards the light…

 

All is perfection

already.

 

Exactly as it is.