If life were only heaven,
I imagine things would be
Lovely and complete!
But how then to transform?
What to rise above?
What thing to unlearn?
When and where to create a life,
If no time or space?
With no place to play,
Or twists of fate,
Just peace, love and light…
Could there be a way to graduate?
Thankfully heaven will wait for me.
And when I’m good and done,
The sweetest chance to re-unite, rest…
And re-ignite, life’s inevitably
Time spent here is just experience lived.
Have we gained wisdom?
Have we learned compassion…
For ourselves, for others?
Good! Then you’re progressing fine.
Time cannot run out.
Success has nothing to do with the length of
Your mortality or the state of your physicality.
Spirit asks, “What have you learned of love?
What is your golden rule, faith or fear?
Who is your God, body or Spirit?”
Need more time to learn? No worry!
Soul’s are eternal and so is your life…
On love’s infinite spiritual quest,
You are always access approved.
Dear Inner Child,
Hi honey! Do you have any clue how special you are? No, of course you don’t. Your “lovability” quotient, your worth, has nothing, zero, zilch to do with the people around you. The Universe adores you, precious angel, and is gifting you this very instant with even just your breath.
Angels are breathing air into your nostrils to fill your lungs. And they are hovering around you like “helicopter angels,” making sure everything is functioning properly for you to survive. Little Aunties and Grandma and Poppy angels too. You mean the world to them! Why? Well because only you are you. There’s never been and never will be another. You are something utterly new, fascinating even. Their gaze fixed lovingly upon you, they are smiling and just so happy you got up today! They gave you a gentle nudge, you just didn’t feel it, but it got you going.
They need you to do what you will, this day. Your guardian angels think so highly of you! They have no human eyes, ears, arms, legs or bodies. The world is a place they will never inhabit. They need you to live, and pray you will live well and long. So be an angel on earth for them! They find you heavenly and love you truly.
Love from, Future You.
We can still be happy,
Since neither is who we are.
Lose or win,
Is only what we do,
Sometimes up, sometimes down,
No reason to be proud or blue.
Who you are will always be,
A truth set,
In the fabric of Infinity…
Much stronger than earth’s stones and bones,
Soulful child of Eternal Mother,
For God’s graceful symphony,
Love’s chosen one.
Life’s only joy,
When you are happy,
Cherubim spread wings,
And angels sing!
Hidden behind chosen front,
Veneer created for survival,
Thick, taut, cracked, hard, transparent, rough or shiny.
Glazing over and clouding,
Dimming and diminishing, Authentic Life.
Which face is real,
And which untrue,
Have we forgotten?
We need our fronts, tops, backs, and bottoms;
Places we live, work, eat, pray and play…
The concealing stories we tell.
A state of being maybe only death,
Could strip away?
Peeling back false nature…
Tough life may teach one,
Truth of God’s love,
And identity as,
“Most Beloved Child.”
First complaining, blaming,
Fighting, crying out,
“Who would want this life,
At moments even,
Wishing for God to…
Contain such sincerity and fervor,
If not having once,
World torn apart?
Maybe pain keeps this train,
By calling out to God,
Faith muscles newly oiled,
Losing self means finding God,
O T and… -_-_-_-_-_-_ Found.