Windows

Hello loveys! Please be aware that Social Media is a window into people’s lives. It’s not the entire house or building. It’s a small window decorated for you to see whatever that person wants to show you. You cannot create an entire life based on those windows. Some views are negative and destructive. Others purely enlightening and refreshing. But, they are pieces of a whole.

Your life is yours. You get to choose how you show up and express it. These windows are opportunities to give others hope, love and support.

I’ve deleted many who didn’t lift me. I’ve blocked those windows that brought my energy to a whispering notion of UGHHHH! I come on to these little windows for daily inspirations. There is enough shit out there. The last thing I want is to fill my little brain with more of that. I’m all about the beauty of decorated windows.

Let’s utilize these moments for teaching, motivating, inspiring, humor (oh, yes more laughter pls) and connecting through higher consciousness.

What a wonderful tool we have for raising vibrations…giving love…helping those who are having a rough time. This forum is magical that way.

I love you. But, also remember that when you look in my windows you are only seeing a small part of my whole. It’s not the full story of me. I am the most imperfect person I know. Don’t judge based on my unicorn and fairies. Have a blessed day. ~m.a.p.

The Canvas

 

There is a composition unlike any other
in perfect harmony
that only its artist could create,
without duplication,
stipulation,
colored to perfection.
This is the canvas of my soul,
in hues of purple and pink,
with hints of mint and greens
splashed to run against the light.
There is a sanctuary
upon the curves and lengths of its frame,
so full of imagery,
of love,
of a silent language spoken from the heart.
There is an arrangement of places,
among the horizon
that landscape the shapes,
shades,
mosaic of my thoughts.
There are feelings covering its values
and depth painted in the chromatic of truth
proportionally expressing all there is.
And, somewhere in its tones
there is undeniably the casting of faith
grasping to the atmosphere swimming
in a composition of integrity and serenity.
This is the canvas of my spirit,
with all its illustration,
a Renaissance of antiquities,
that lies deeply only in me
while the Creator watches
and smiles at His one-and-only masterpiece.

The Return

 

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Something woke

again

after a long sleep of doubts,

anger, hurt and questions

that buried me

inside an open tomb,

leaving the exposure to heal

with the openness of One.

I had forgotten my power,

the thoughts that co-create

with the universal aid of intentions;

those same delicious frequencies

that magically take me here and there.

I had forgotten

waking up with such joy

that I skip out of my room

while bones crack and stretch

reminding me to slow down.

I don’t care.

This is the meaning of living.

This is the ebb of sorrow and joy

taking it all and pasting it back together

without giving up.

It’s easier to give in,

give out, give up, and forget.

No more!

I have been sleeping in such darkness

for too long and allowing no one

to turn on the light.

I needed to feel the switch,

pass my hands through its coldness,

in the rawness of despair,

so I could turn it on…so I could do it alone.

Clarity arrives with rest and prayer.

Awareness returns with faith.

I hear the ringing of truth in one ear.

I see the element of surprise ahead.

I taste the juices of excitement.

I smell the sweetness of success…

for all that I have put out into the openness.

I’ve returned.

I am home in me again.

It’s been a long time…too long.

The heart echos softly, “Welcome back!”

Rumination

rumination

Breathe silence,

exhale peace.

Breathe love,

exhale joy.

Enter the center

of the universe

allowing the “I”

in “I am”

to solidify,

mystify,

and move beyond.

Come…

exhale,

inhale,

fly through the cosmos

searching for divinity

in the only

place

it exists…

inside of

Y

O

U.

Scoop me Up

couple-dancing

Let me be the dent that
sits in the valley
so you can scoop all around me
the sheltering grounds
to protect me
in this world.

Allow me to be the appetizer
that you scoop up
to your soul
each day,
each night,
for the rest of this life.
Permit me to be a voyager
who travels in your journey
until we can be completely
aligned with the universe…
until you can find the way
to scoop me up
and make me one.

Light of Divinity

soul

I did not know

what I now know

that there was always

YOU…

in every corner,

in every breath,

in every light of life.

I’ve never been alone

as you have been

in me guiding

every particle,

every cell,

every atom of my being.

And, now,

it is as if finally

I am awake

receiving me for the

very first time

while witnessing

the light of joy

expand the heart

for all

who search for

the breath of Divinity….

Quiescence

It has taken me

a lifetime

to understand

the nothingness…

the silence that comes

from the depth

of earth,

of you,

of me

because the vastness

in its emptiness

somehow stood frightened

of the awareness.

In this hollowness

created of infinite

divine wisdom

I comprehend

who I am,

what I am,

and

the finality

that I am not….

 

In Your Hands

There…

feel the soil

nails deep in earth,

fingers thrusting and pushing.

Smell terra firma

as growth begins

with your help

triggering all

molecules and particles

as your extension.

You can choose

to hold on to what is good

even if it is

a handful of creation,

the ground,

the tree of your existence.

Hold space,

the universe,

and God

right in between your palms.

Trail the path,

feel the power and let go,

allowing life to engulf you.

Let it sit and move and grow

so that you can witness

the greatness,

the vastness,

the miracle

of the Divine

as it integrates in YOU.

A Divine Present

 

It comes,
unexpectedly,
like a tornado
with words crashing
against
my brain.

There is no safety.
No net.
No prelude.
No warning.

Every aspect of my spirit
gets poured
onto a page with
a surprise of knowledge,
a magical gift —

from somewhere else,
some mystical wisdom.

And I let it flow,
taking forward everything in its path,
with dry rain
of words,
of me,
of an incomplete life…

wrapped in divinity.

Vacancy

Empty yourself

and allow the universe

to fill you

with all the love

available,

bountiful and limitless.

Let the mysteries

captivate every nook,

crevice,

space,

inside of your spirit

so that all else

that’s negative

gets pushed outward.

Some things just don’t belong

yet,

we create acceptable accommodations

instead of

extracting them

and

substituting their presence

with compassion,

patience,

hope and faith.

I have no answers.

I have no wise words.

But,

I do have

a new neon vacancy sign

for only goodness to reside

until I can come up

with the best possible solution

for forgiving myself…

and letting go.