Dishonesty is Intentional

Spirit tells me that

Dishonesty can never be

Unintentional, and it is

Self-destructive to accept

Dishonesty or abuse as

Unintentional.

Habits are habits may explain, but

Can never justify the habit.

 

 

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Living this moment brings us to the next one.

Spirit tells me that

I cannot move beyond

What I am, but, that

I have moved beyond

What I once was, or

Where I once was,

Which is another way of

Saying the same thing.

 

We are moving forward,

He assures me, when I

Get discouraged and wonder

If I am going anywhere

Along the path of

Enlightenment.

 

Many grade three students

Want to be in grade five, but

We must accept that we can usually

Only advance one grade

At a time.

 

Trust me, He asks,

That we will get there,

Wherever there is,

And beyond.

 

But, for now, we are

Where we are. So,

Let’s enjoy who we are, now.

 

Living this moment

Brings us

 To the next one.

Things are not always as they may seem to be

Spirit tells me to tentatively accept what seems to be,

Even while wondering if it really is

As it seems to be, and,

When someone seems to present themselves

To you, in such a way that seems to ask you

To believe that they are as they

Present themselves to be.

When your intuition suggests

That a false image

is being presented,

Trust your intuition.

The presentation and the energy

Vibrating from it will harmonize

If things are as they seam to be.

Memory of a Summer Morning

I sat in contemplation, among my much-loved potted vines, shrubs, perennials and colourful annuals that surrounded me, or reached down to attract my attention and appreciation of their beauty. And they were beautiful, each in their own way. Did they know that they provided me with much more than pleasure, or at least pleasure and more? Their profuse foliage screened me from the world, or so it seemed.

The day began, or at least that portion of it when I took coffee, water, books, pen and notebook out to meditate – not every meditator focuses on her navel, or emptiness.

It was a misty, moist morning and yet, even as I recorded this fact, the reality changed. A flat, transparent, almost soft grey blanket of cloud, giving a faint hint of blue sky beyond, gradually transformed itself into a soft, lace stretching across a baby-blue sky. The cloud lace stretched ever more thinner and became tattered, as a beloved old shawl might seem to be by strangers.

I asked Green Maple, close to my patio, and his young friend, Red Maple, what they thought of such a transformation in the sky.

We don’t think at all, they seemed to smugly respond. or, at least we try not to. What purpose would it serve? We accept what is. Why don’t you?

Why don*t I just accept?

Yes.

It’s not possible, at least not for me, not if acceptance is as , case closed. I just can’t seem to be able to do it. I can accept almost anything, if acceptance is a step that requires developing understanding of why, and even then, why, too, must lead somewhere toward progressing beyond even awareness of the why, to a ‘where do I go from here’ question.

Spirit is listening to all of this and suggests that I could learn to live a simple life.

How is that possible, I ask, when Life refuses to be simple?

He drops the pen. Our connection closes. Why?

No response.