Found in the little things we do daily the habits, good or the bad Intentions made manifest Is this really what we desire?
Found in the little things we do each moment a smile, a doubting thought or maybe simply numb? Intentions wait for instructions for manifest… What do we really want?
Found in the little things we do in breathing Love ourselves, enjoy the moment’s reflection Intentions unknown and on automatic Do we realize what we trust?
Found in the little things we take for granted The sun, a flower, a bird’s song, a friend’s call a hug and smile, the warmth of love, balance in abundance Intentions natural and always within reach Could this really be in our dream?
Time to time I fall into darkness wandering around in the unseen, yet felt the depth of denial’s hug finding the little things hidden The habits and automatic leaps into the negative
Those little things that means so much allow and accept these visits within for the magic is also quietly dancing, smiling as the inner child just cries in the silence,
echoing into the nothingness of dreams, after getting lost in the in-between space of living. Ego pushed the inner voice into silent.
Yet I feel the difference with the inner lightning and this is way I let go and fall into the darkness to light the way and find those little things.
So I stop and count the blessings I clean and sweep, hugs and heal… the inner child looks up as the magic takes her hand as I listen closely to those in-between space and the void of dreams unmanifest. Feel the quivering of my soul’s heart relieved as I manifest those little dreams in the reality I live. ~jh
Before my eyes lay the ways of the infinite wisdom… Of love and the glories that live, Hidden in the heart, mind, and soul as they dance across the universe opening each door to me.
I have the choice to open and walk through Or turn humbly or egotistical away. Unmatched in the beauty, each door is a gateway… Closer to the prosperity of wisdom Worthy of the wisest men and beautiful women.
Think not, the women are not smart… Ah she has the brightest of heart With the union of strength and nurturing, Knowing exactly when to use both, either or neither.
Come, Child, be that smart woman with the beauty… Opening the doors before you. And the men will follow like the cub to his mother… To lover to the Beloved A bee to a flower
Open your heart dear Child… Show your beauty hidden inside with grace and wisdom. Wisdom built on ley lines have a consistency power… Never fluctuating from the pulse of the Universal Heart.
Plain as the color of the moment to appear You two create each moment’s color Being the brightest Or reds, greens, and blues Or the muted hues of the same
Create your palette and see the beauty You have within you Hidden, alive and ready for action Breathe and you live…right? Or do you?
If your palette be dried without the watercolor to rejuvenate it? Pigments like the atoms of thought Generate the essence within the presence of life. Dull sky does change to be bright as the sun arrives with the Colors of the yellows, oranges and reds hues… Enriched textures of the mind’s journey
The soul longs to see the stars in all their brilliance Dancing before the plights Another connection of the heart And soul lingering in the forefront of the colored moment. ~jh