the greatest wealth

the greatest wealth

 

{artist: -Chellelee-Nichols}

{artist: -Chellelee-Nichols}

“The greatest wealth is a poverty of desires.” ~Seneca~

I recently wrote the Universe
Knowing in truth
a note to myself
about the parallel and oppositions
flowing through my mind
choices made
lessons learned
loses and gains

the presence of truth
the beauty of love
the grace of sensing
all the world within me

looking at my experiences
materially and spiritually
counting the blessings
in the loss of most material things
opening the heart
to the spirit

feeling an emptiness
of desires
of wanting to do this or that

wondering if I am out of alignment?
perspective off in some way?
Is my integrity intact
as I did stop walking my talk
In the sense of doing that and this?

Just didn’t have the need, want or desire for it

Feeling just a strange knowing
Of peace,
Of joy
And Being.

Embracing this…
Seemed odd
And somehow not right

Now realizing in truth
I am right on due course
To true Self
Living a freedom
Alien to me before.

Busyness not needed
My mind seems wanders
Maybe I ought to be doing
Then I stop and ask myself
a simple question

Is this my mind or my heart/soul speaking?

The words vanish most of the time
Unless the heart/soul speaking
The nudge to get moving start kicking in

I just smile with the brilliance of the signs
I am receiving for confirmation to my letter
Eight simple words placed before my eyes
“The greatest wealth is a poverty of desires.”
From the wisdom of Seneca

That emptiness is filling with love, joy, and compassion
As my world lifts up and beyond my mind’s desires and needs.
Knowing my needs and desires are already met.

It is worth repeating…
“The greatest wealth is a poverty of desires.” ~Seneca~

Embrace your emptiness
and let your heart fill it with Love
and the universe will deliver just what you need. ~jh

 

Simplicity of Thought

Simplicity of Thought

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Simplicity of thought

A motion’s dance as the heart beats

Pulsating to the rhythm of breath

The key to opening the heart

Divorce of reason

Purity of the soul’s voice

Surrounding the truth

Hidden in sorrow’s tears and laughter

Come alive and center

Touch the wandering mind and adventures waiting

Dance with the words, wind’s whispering presence

Allow the mystic’s calling to take you

Focus on the breath

The simple motion of being

Release the need to know

The thoughts crowding your essence

Let go and be in the mists of imagination

Wondering through the clouds of indecisions and self-doubt

To the understanding of the true perfection of Love we all be.

Dreams of living dreams, realities created by that wandering mind

Thoughts dancing on the beauty, grace and possibilities

Impress your expressions

And the world opens their hearts with your vulnerability of brilliance.

On the edge of light and darkness

Balancing the realms of determinations

Choices of reasons creating the path of adventures

Come emerging in techno-color and panoramic vision

Smiling, laughter and joyous brings the steps

To travel on this journey of options and deliberate pondering. ~jh

When the Heart Softens, Worlds Open

When the Heart Softens, Worlds Open

{"Love" by Alexandr Milov}

{“Love” by Alexandr Milov}

Heart soften with the lingering thoughts of lessons, learned and yet to be learned. That inner knowing of things in anticipation, yet also the steps to get there; the scatteredness of all that is and yet to be fills the mind with anxiety and gratitude at the same time.

Words coming and going and wishing one could catch them all down before those beautiful butterflies of wisdom fly away. Or like a balloon filled with good cheers seemingly floating along for one to grab the string out of curiosity and wonder. The painted sky of colored clouds reflecting the brilliance this world has to share if one looks up for a moment of time with the inner child’s view and perspectives.

Once caught, the worlds of possibilities can open and spill out so many possibilities of potential… almost to overwhelm with such joy and merriment. Tears of such joy stream down the face and the download of lessons come again.

Softening the heart with the truth of why we chose these adventures and delightful lessons of the soul’s clearing. The music and dance of the soul drive the path and it is only when the mind calms down and the heart comes center in the breath, we understand the delivery of the messages through signs, people, and magic.

We enter this space and time in the void. Void of creation, void of potential, void of discoveries. And we hear the truth for the first time.

For me, it came with a car accident as I closed my eyes to enter this realm and hear, “You are love and loved. Don’t forget this.”

And I couldn’t forget this and it was often reminded to me as I sat, reflecting with a pen and journal or the keyboard humming under my fingertips.

Love and Loved. So many times I questioned this truth and yet when I felt this truth… magic happened.

Filling in The Blank Spaces

Filling in The Blank Spaces

{artist unknown}

{artist unknown}

Dreams fill out the blank space, either letting you know what is filling our world up, for good or bad reasons; or opening your world to a new array of brilliance to explore…the new adventure. As the new moon in the sign of home comes now, looking at your dreams can regain your powers and rebuild your foundation stronger.

Take the time to dive into the dream; explore what you need to understand and perhaps leave behind. It’s okay. We haven’t missed out of something special. Perhaps it has grown into a new and better form or the timing isn’t right for it. Evolve your thought to witness the reality as it is now. You may have gotten knock down or distracted for your own protection. If this grand scheme is truly yours; it will manifest. Seasoning the reasons, the service for this idea to bloom is the delay.

Does the dream serve a purpose for others to value it? Or is it just a passing thought of wonder and you just liked it enough to follow this butterfly flickering by you by chance?

When the thought idea feels grounded and certainty of joy arises… this is the one to act on… Simply put… your heart sings with your feet still on the ground.

I have followed many ideas, only to find it lead me down the empty field of wishes… no real joy…just an idea of abundance. Too many of those can slowly kill your enthusiasm for living.

Open mind allowing too many ideas to flood your head, each seems valid for someone, doesn’t mean it is for you. If it is a fly by idea and you happened to just like it enough to attempt it; chances are you are getting more of a lesson than the riches you dreams would happen. Though if your heart truly pulls you in one direction over others; don’t stop yourself with a doubt or second thought. Lessons are good and we are here to have a few of them.

Wondering why my interest in this? Simply the last few nights have danced with the past lessons and wounds in the making still trapped in the deep recess of my heart and soul. Time is rebalancing myself and focus forward through those lessons in love, career, and relationships of all kinds.  Writing helps me acknowledge the creation and opens the healing at a deeper level of forgiveness.  Sharing may help someone through the pain; regrets, and depression it may cause…shine a little light of hope, healing and peace of not being alone.

I have been guided back to my foundation I have had ignored out of self-pity, pain and allowing the depression to rule my world into those dark recess of my world needing to be cleaned with a little love or a lot of love. Remembering the foundation is not reliving your past; it is to regain and reclaiming your power. Finding your strengths and patching some cracks by letting yourself be you without a doubt in your mind. Remembering you are in this world; not of it. Not a part of the brainwashed robots or corrupts souls desperate for the getting it without appreciation. You know them; the lesson givers. The ones you look and admire their cunningness, yet know karma can be a bitch after stepping on too many good souls.

Reading some quotes of some of the good souls’ words has helped my regrouping and embracing my formation into this world of mine.  Some have been told to me along the way to assist me to continue on the twisted path of art adventure. Some just seem to show up at just the right time.  Here are just a few.

~ Learning never exhausts the mind.  Leonardo da Vinci

~ “If you are striving to do something you value, it is so important to surround yourself with people who unequivocally support your work. It is both a trap and a poison to have so-called friends who have the same injuries but no real desire to heal them. These kinds of friends encourage you to act outrageously, outside of your natural cycles, out of sync with your soul needs.”
 Clarissa Pinkola Estes

~ Sometimes a little silliness is all you need to get a better perspective of your problems.  Dodinsky

Thank you Universe for not giving up on me, the way I thought I had.  Count your blessings for the life you have; as tough as it gets, the more stories you have to share. Each is a new chapter in your book of life. Make it amazingly brilliance as you truly be. Be the wonderful friend of kindness; be the amazing supportive parents, allowing your child to be that child of their own making; be that wondrous artist sharing your magic.

Be you. Be true. And always just be your beautiful amazing you.
 You are love and loved. Don’t forget this!

#LiveYourMagic #BeDaring_Risk-Taker

Whispers of the Waves

Whispers of the Waves

{unknown artist}

{unknown artist}

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

Keep the Pulse of Love Strong.

Keep the Pulse of Love Strong.

{via color me impressed}

{via color me impressed}

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.”

~ Lin-Manuel Miranda (Tony acceptance speech for Hamilton).

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Originally posted on RebelleSociety.com

Music of Laughter’s Magic

Music of Laughter’s Magic

{unknown artist}

{unknown artist}

 

When entering the stillness
the quietude,
releasing the mind, the ideas
and I fade into the nothingness
of being
I enter the void
of darkness
of creativity visas
of possibilities.

Come to the place
in time and energy
where magic lingers,
waiting
waiting
dancing as someone
come to claim
the innate magic within

the music of the soul
the beat of the heart
the truth dwelling leisurely
yet pounding with grief
until we get that clue

Laughter is one way
to reclaim the obvious
understanding the trust
distilled in each cell.
disconnect the monkeys.
Another is the music
outside
that creates that opening
inside
inside the deep,
the dark
to light the way

to that lingering magic
waiting,
twiddling thumbs
or tapping toes…
waiting
for the knock on your head
connected to your heart
leading to your realizing

You are that magic
always available
always lingering
always persistency present
like that thing called Love.
Simply be aware of the loving magic
you truly always be…

Enjoy your laughter
as you’re dancing to your music.
It is the most beautiful YOU. ~jh
#LiveYourMagic

 

Grateful for Gratitude

Grateful for Gratitude

woman writingGrateful for learning
to see the puzzle pieces
of my life, the missing links,
and connections with others.
the mirrors and amusement
of divine guidance with joy.

Grateful for the inner voice
persistence with my resistance
understanding my willingness
to begin again… and truly listen.
Through the consistent
reminders and signs

I am growing as I am changing
through the transitions
new truths and perceptions
are surfacing
with the wisdom innately
knowing the course
as I trust
through breathing, relaxing
and continuing to listen.

Sit still and the waiting
of the muse amusing me.
Or do I amuse the muse?
Delights in the devotion
of releasing the doubts and denial.
living once again
in the wholeness of the being.
~jh

In Those Little Things

In Those Little Things

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{color me impressed/fb}

 

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

#LiveYourMagic

#Trust Your Inner Voice/Child

 

 

 

Nighttime Visitors

Nighttime Visitors

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Within the stillness of the morn
as I see four planets whispering
in the darkness came the answers
Through the cawing of the animals
Horse, crow, dolphin to start
the reclaiming of my power

By remembering my journey
The highs and lows
And lessons learned
Each adventure taught me wisdom
Time to understand and start to live
Some of the vulnerable aspects hidden
Behind the mask that I wear to disguise.

I know some of my gifts
I throw away because of fear
Knowing I just suppressed
A truth of magic that lives inside
Time, the animals whisper
To ride, fly and swim again
In full power
I know what to do
And fear isn’t a worthy excuse
Time, again… to live my magic

The music of my soul sings deep
With Master Whale
The storyteller and holder of records
Time…again
To sing my song
And release the depth of my powers wide
Dance with the fire
Burning inside of me
Aching to hear the truths
And simply be me again

The cycle comes and now
the wave takes me higher to see and hear
The clear messenger, Hawk as he circles
Death and life and let go and move further
With the help of the Great Mystery
Father Sun, Sister Moon, Mother Earth
breathe deeply and embrace the natural magic
Of all I am and always will be. ~jh

 

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