This is the native way.
This is our natural way.
Earth has always been our friend.
When you reach the
crossroads in life,
do not go with the
We can share our journey with others, with laughter along the way.
The music of the
Finding your own time.
The children belong to the universe.
They are not ours to keep.
I learned that I could stay like me and still fit in your world, a little.
Life’s waves, at times, pushes you in directions you never thought possible.
Sleep only as deeply as your heart’s intent.
Her vision is unbound,
her eyes set free.
Acceptance is the key.
She deciphered the language to her-
It is now
but one day,
We are more than what we know.
The universal framework called life.
practise at times.
Within the spaces of time, there lies your wisdom of many lifetimes.
“Shadow of my throes, outstretching to my ancient nose.”
‘Tis your child of creativity asleep. Awaken little one.
I see the sadness in your eyes
I see the world as you want it to be,
but it isn’t.
Can I ask of you
to see that all is as it should be.
“Oh my, to live wholly.” she smiled.
What a visionary might.
There can be such simplicity to all life.
She walks within this creation
without a doubt.
The substructure of humanity, the origination, the runs of crosses and crises more sincere, and more founded, without the lords deciding there is heresy.
Accept without correction.
Understand without condition.
Smile without consideration.
It will be.
The inability to give the intended care crushes the spirit over time
The shattering of the old.
The reconfiguration, a cautious glow.
A look at our universal self. Our universal consciousness...
Little girl, wandering over yonder there,
searching for her right,
seeking the infinite views,
and restoring her light.
The physical eyes they see distortions of the self.
They see reflections that project back the external you.
Take down the mirrors and remove those echoes.
When do we walk barefoot onto our Sacred Ground?
Our whole story needs to come into play.
she lives upon the sunlit planet her heart they say,
lies in the woven matrix that contains the threads of the universal eternity
and the clarity of the evolving consciousness.
The aim to incorporate the spiritual and to live up, come up to themselves in this lifetime.
Nothing to dress the body
nothing to readdress the self
nothing but silence—
the warrior is done.
We all have the ability to meet Illusion; she has such wonderful seductive power. She can sooth the nerves, wipe your brow and meet the highs with the diligence of supporting your every want.
No longer are beliefs, cultures, or religions
making that indelible mark on my being.
No longer what they say
creates a spark of indignation.
The coat of colours was not mute enough, serious enough, conformed enough— no it was loud, shocking, funny, unique—and this coat created an individual.
This image represents our spirit the need to rise above and beyond the stories of this time and shine in all its uniqueness and greatness.
To be in a place thatyou have no memory of,that place...
By being you, truly living in this time living beyond duality and into consciousness, this is the expression of your soul, your heart’s utmost intention
I look within—more.
Such bravery to venture
to the deep.
Hand over your troubles and worries to the universe.
Everything that is asked of us is already within us.
Intuitive Whispers is our little Blue Sparrow and her fluttering of her wings — they are our inner speech and guidance.
We walk this earth in wholeness not in separateness within ourselves.
she made it to the edge,
and stood still…
There are many paths in this life, ours is unique, but whichever path you are on the ultimate goal of life is to be the creator of play within this life.
The dimensionality of yourself exists here, in human form; you exist with no boundaries, but acceptance of all lands, the land of your being.
We see glimpses of our total self-but like a butterfly we glimpse beauty for a short period then it seems to flutter away.