Stepping into the Rain

Oh the clouds roll in,

Blocking the sunny day.

Worry not,

For it clears troubled hearts.

Step out into the rain,

Won’t you?

That’s it,

Letting it wash away fear.

Look up,

Kissing a thousand angels.

Cleansed of the past,

And worries of future.

Step out into the rain,

Won’t you?

Stepping into the rain we are stepping into our fears. Stepping into fear we are clearing that which holds us back. With every drop, every kiss…we are reminded of healing within our storms…Ani Po

The Canvas

Out of the night,

I am born.

Into the day,

I wander.

The first…

Hesitance.

The second…

Less.

The Next Steps…

Ecstatically Sprinting.

Born into pastels,

Choked by fear.

Released once again,

By the Painter.

From “The Scream”

To Niagara Falls,

The beauty is in between.

Up close,

There is misery.

From afar,

Only perfection.

See the beauty

It has to offer.

Be ready

for the next step…

Giving Thanks

For…The Canvas.

One with You

I am one with you,

you are one with me.

I smile and you smile back.

I grimace and you grimace back.

I look to the heavens,

and they shine down on me.

I look to God above,

and She looks upon me.

 

Eyes shut,  I see no longer;

a new world begins.

I hear voices all around me,

mostly self thoughts.

Why have I not seen so clearly before?

 

I failed to see the darkness…

 

 

Born into Night

From the light,
Thrown into the darkness.
Sadness despair,
Anger and fear.

Ascending beyond fear,
Finding a new Way.
Confusion amongst the commoners,
Battling right from wrong.

Choose only Love,
Confusion defused.
Embrace this Love,
Giving it as fast as it received.

It is not enough to know The Way,
As to follow The Way.
During the darkest of hours,
We are to Shine our Light.

Live The Way,
Be The Way.
We are The Way.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
By
William Ernest Henley

The Call of Samuel

The Pilgrim goes to sleep pondering all he has learnt thus far. With the perceived ‘bad’ quickly turning into ‘good’ and the obvious miracles that have taken place up to this point, the Pilgrim still cannot grasp how he had slept for his entire life. He is awakening for the first time…

In the night he is awaken by his dreams. A dream that if he were to have a son his name would be Samuel. Already having two children and unable to naturally have more, it truly would be a miracle and agreeably fitting to call him Samuel. The pilgrim arises to the dawn of a new day with a renewed outlook on the days before him.

Reflecting on his dream the pilgrim charges through his day with much vigor, when part-way through the day his dream comes to halt…he is not to have a child. He hears a story of a boy named Samuel and how a voice in the wind called out to him. Samuel did not know who was calling him and went to his father to see if it was him. His father, after the third time Samuel came to him, told him to return to his room. “When the voice returns answer, yes father what is it that you want?” Samuel’s father knew that the voice was that of spirit and a calling into a brotherhood of ancient warriors.

The pilgrim, after hearing this story, knew that he was not having a child but instead it was he who was being called. The pilgrim wondered, at first, why me? Quickly shifting to, why not me?The pilgrim had just received the call to a Brotherhood of Ancient Warriors.

The emotions that came next were emotions pent up his entire life. During this emotional letting, he was greeted by a brother who was familiar to him, but not a hundred percent positive where.

The brother speaks, “hello Pilgrim, it has been a long time since we saw each other.” Who are you and why do I feel I know you? “We are both members of an elite brotherhood that has gone back centuries…we are peace keepers. The last time we met we fought many battles together.” What do you mean we fought many battles together? Am I  to fight again? I do not want to fight!”

The brother smiles, “I am pleased to hear you say that, for the battles we are to fight are not with Braun or strength, but with Faith, Hope and Love. We are called to restore balance within this place of despair.”

In this lifetime we are not here to fight with one another, but come together in peace and love. Further, we are to realize oneness and lay down are weapons. Putting down our weapons we detach from hate and fear, re-attaching to the only truth… Love.

Stepping into the Canvas accept all there is, receiving the gift you have been given. When called to action rise to the challenge, painting a new scenery wherever we walk. Spreading Love and Peace with a mighty sword of truth.

Self-Mastery of a Warrior

Continuing the reflections of our warrior, we arrive at the tipping point. After receiving a call from The Great Spirit, our pilgrim accepts the path laid before him. It is a path that, he will soon find, leads to that of a warrior.
Not knowing where it leads…he hopes to find what he most desires.  His false reality being all he knows, he will soon learn many paths to choose. With only one as The Way of truth, this path will be the only path leading to a brighter place of truth.
This path is wider then most but the entrance very narrow. A great warrior once declared, “narrow is the gate.” This gate is one of acceptance for all life forms. While many will see this as too broad of a way, the Warrior knows this is ‘The Way.’
On this path our pilgrim slowly begins molting, shedding flesh which has attached  to worldly beliefs, until all that remains is Spirit…the Spirit of a Warrior. Arriving in the Spirit of Warrior he only goes where needed, speaks when necessary, eats only which serves him well and releases attachment to object referral. Object referral meaning attachment to what others believe to be true. The Warrior comes to a place of self referral and only believes in what has been given to him by Spirit. As a great Warrior also declared, “be in this world but not of this world.”
Never forgetting where he started, the Warrior extends a welcome to all pilgrims whom seek the final truth…”We Are One.”
Stepping into the canvas he embraces the Pilgrim within and equally the Warrior that existed all the while. In every one of us lay a pilgrim whom aimlessly wanders in search of truth; and a Warrior who is waiting to command what we seek…that which is peace. Embracing both the Pilgrim and Warrior within we master the wholeness of our being , allowing co-creator to emerge while showing other Pilgrims The Way.

Step into the Canvas…reclaim what is already yours.