I hear the whispers of the waves; vibrations through the colors and motions of friends
Sending a hug
And feeling the caress of the return the moment’s waiting for the world to turn
So I response without initiation Follow through with intentions As I feel the noise within me surge Passions and the silent yes Climbs up my spine as the breath is taken.
Deeper into the soul’s grace And the beauty of the dance persist Music lingers between my fingertips As the pounding keys bounce in delightful rhythms Song of the heart tingling brilliance
As I wait within the whispers Overhearing the ideas and plans The wavering notions of peace and chaos Smiling with the exhaling strokes of fingertips’ song Take a moment of appreciation For those friends’ vividness echo through the breath. ~jh
Hearts have been broken open, and tears pour out. Love burns in each candle and continues to grow regardless of the inhumane actions of a few. We can blame the guns, yet are they pulling the trigger? One human got enraged within himself and took it out on other innocent, joyous, loving humans.
Ask yourself: How does this reflect on me? How can I be a better person? When and why have I criticized another person? Have I carried a grudge against a person? We may not have a gun, but words can do damage too. Or, words and actions can heal and mend the hearts and souls now.
Yesterday morning, I woke with this deep sense of self-hatred, yet I knew that the depth of my hate was just a fraction of the amount of self-love, which expands unlimited. Perhaps I sensed the world’s pain and gained the perspective of the world’s consciousness in the craziness we find ourselves in.
Moments after this madness began, love still burned strong as one of the victims texted I love you to his mom. In moments of crisis, love is at the center, within each hero, whether they lost their life in Orlando or in any of the innumerable shooting tragedies in recent times.
I won’t call the people who lost their lives, victims. To me, they are heroes. I focus on the courage, beauty, kindness and the love they were. Each had a story of giving, loving and adding their brilliance to this world. Their candles still burn within the love we all have for them.
Open hearts break and expand with each breakthrough… with more love to heal the wounds as we continue to evolve with the madness of the times. Bless the heroes, their families, and friends. Bless the people around the world for uniting as the true oneness we are… called humanity.
Compassion rises up like the sun, and each of us has a choice in how to reflect and express ourselves in these grievous times. For me, I will hug, share a smile and laugh more. Each of the heroes that we lost in Pulse did this daily, and I plan to continue this legacy of their stories.
Pulse is a club with the mission to honor the heartbeat we all share, a place where a person can be themselves and share some fun with friends and family. And it will continue as our hearts continue to beat in unison and unity.
We have the opportunity again to gain some insights and reflections of the values we share and listen to the enemies within us all. Hatred will continue; it is human nature, though there is potential in this if you have a passion for loving manyfold. It is the focusing of the energy that we need to shift.
Stop for a moment, and think what we want this world of humanity and these generations to be remembered as the worst time of violence and separation or a time when humanity got their act together and started loving each other through mutual acceptance. Stop building walls that diminish the space for hearing the words of truth. Open your heart, and expand your love. Love is endless and joyful brilliance. The true sweetness of this human experience we crave to know, receive and have is Love.
“We chase the melodies that seem to find us
Until they’re finished songs and start to play
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
That nothing here is promised, not one day.
This show is proof that history remembers
We lived through times when hate and fear seemed stronger;
We rise and fall and light from dying embers, remembrances that hope and love last longer
And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.”