I carry no burden
A burden was not given to me to carry
Release the false belief
Dwell in the light
The ego is always mouthing off
Have you noticed?
Anger is my favorite layer cake…
What lies within the depth of your anger?
Beyond the ego’s tyrant?
Sit and listen some more
What do you hear deep within yourself?
Be and do from that depth of self
Feel the difference?
Lead with compassion
Set aside your fear
The adventure of mining the depths of our own being
The adventure of finding our truth
The adventure of unearthing beliefs that no longer serve us and letting them go
The adventure of moving forward when the path isn’t so clear
Committing to the journey
On the water
down not out
play after play
again and again
risk and strategize
low pressure system
spring is coming
What of this desire for silence
without the story
Are you not just repeating the past
The story just germinates a false belief
about who you are not
Let it pass
Not yours anymore
Don’t let that shit stick again
Who bears your truth other than you
Don’t go searching out there
sit in silence
Awaiting the depth that doesn’t speak
but you’ll hear it like a soaring osprey
the journey of a billion steps
Today we step one or two
fly be free
you are not here to carry the burden or suffering of anyone
your journey is yours to trek
plan your steps and watch the thorns by the path side
I choose abundance.
Operate from here.
One step at a time
Choice has power
Never to return
the saboteur goes running
how much do you want it?
There is no drama
I’m not on call.
There is no story
Past belief systems
Can you find your own truth?
Can you hear the sound of your own silence amongst the noise?
Let go of what doesn’t serve you
Hear your source Laugh with your spirit
Spiritual freedom resonates deeply
Choose your journey inward
Melting butter. A whole stick. A whole pound. A huge wad of shame. I awoke to the recognition of the shame present in my body. There was no judgement of it. There was no assessment of it. In particular there was no story about it or analysis of it. A block of shame. “Wasted time, it called out to me”. “Oh really, I’m not buying it. Time is time. Time spent is time spent”. No more story. Let’s melt it. I pulled out my handy tool named grace and melted it. I let it flow. I melted it in silence.
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