That’s the shape of my heart

“Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.”- Rumi

The Cosmic Climate

We are hardly particles on a breath. The deep breath of existence. We are suspended in all of this, and for the few short moments we get to imagine ourselves within it. Why don’t we begin to enjoy this moments reflection?

The Unnecessary Pain of Existence

What’s up with the selective love? The selective care and compassion? Why we have no compassion for non-whites? So we are in a kind of “spiritual segregation” and frankly, if this is ever resolved as it should be, who could blame POC for not really caring for white people too much? At least being hesitant to join arms and whatever? Can we expect anything really? Best thing we can try to prepare this world for and hope for is peace.

What’s in a Mind?

While these moments are here for me to observe, or rather, while I am here to observe I have a choice, what do I make of it? Always I have this.

I’m in love with the substance of you

Everything you imagine is this, a shadow of something else, of the ideas you have. It’s just a shadow made by shapes in you, forms you take; comedian, fighter, lover etc. You imagining, is the shadow of you living, breathing and doing.

Inside Outside

“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate”- Carl Jung

The Levee breaks

“One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.”- Kahlil Gibran

Truth

“Let the light spring into your shadows and every part of you. Light up like a firecracker. Light up like a sun. One day, you will shine, even if you wait for death for this light to come.”

Change is gonna come

Not a single drop of water in the ocean doesn’t shimmer with reflection, doesn’t vibrate with energy, doesn’t ripple, doesn’t reverberate – you must know you are the single drop, and you are the ocean.

Dear Self; Old letter 4

“Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too.” – Will Smith