Visual representation -
Accepting a profound moment in remembering the power of the one
of our own heart~
The attached visual above represents to me, how I feel when I settle into a remembering in an truly organic way.
I came across a Written reminder of this feeling today.
The kind of reminder penned in ink when a moment profound occurs for me;
soon shelved with a mental reminder to self that -"I must explore 'this-these-that' soon", I say.
Then pOOf! The mental part kicks in and the ride continues.
Until today, when I read then re-read my past writing, found while organizing and purging our tHings.
The ether of what these words meant to Me then, how I felt, what I was thinking, what I remembered, all this blinked in and out of my view until...
The merging of an idea that we come from the spectrum Of and return To the source of LOVE - but by every Choice.
So I choose the notes in my own symphony.
Direct my sHip with a compass of LOVE - spreading its ripples in my wake
And author my own story, adventure, drama, comedy, you get the picture. *Ahhh, Director of my own movie. I could go on... ;}
This 'not so far in the past' writing, re-resonated in my heart today. I hope some or all of what I share here resonates with yours <3
Stay the course of LOVE my fellow beings of light.
Lights on an ever connected flow from memory to ideas, to dreams.
Realized or unforged from unrealized storytelling lineage.
Formed by the introduction of a Single(masceo)note in the worlds symphony, nay, her symphony.
Meeting her realization with the remembering
of a child on a warm summers kiss
Embracing the memories as the gatekeeper of her own infinity
We are One and We are but one
The music is our story & the story creates our music
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- Masceo Rising -
As read and edited, today.
Formed by the introduction (masceo) of a Single Note within the world symphony nay, Her symphony
She meets this realization with the remembering and imagination now of woman
A storm of fire swirling in her belly
Illumination on an ever connected sharing of memory to ideas and dreams
realized, are now forged in the living, sharing and ever expanding lineage of Her story
Embraced are the memories of gatekeeper in her Own infinity
We are One - We are But one
Music is our story - Story creates our music
There are times when I am so unsure of what my heart is trying to express.
Maybe it is actually silent...
May be I am trying to force words and explanations from an internal echo, out into a vibration of sound bites for consumption.
Could it be the unity so many long for is being expressed in the harmonizing of universal discontent? Maybe it is the pulsing sound of our shared blood, spilling out of veins ripped open by the scream of a darkness unimagined in the endless expressions of man.
A fluid undulating stream of unknown proportions.
Many try to grasp its movement, to cage it with words or some supposed understanding of its origin.
Sometimes it resonates.
Sometimes it blows the border of our own pictures so wide open that we stall in the wake of such visual, spiritual, emotional chaos.
How do we re-calebrate? How do we take flight again?
The unknown is as infinite as the universe and it is incredibly easy to get lost down its rabbit hole. I have (parentheses) as my buoy.
It is the pause in my movie, the comma in my sentences, an island of observance to the story of this universe thru mine eye. It is how I choose to navigate this matrix of supposed life, to give it meaning when it looks as if there never was any.
The story is as alive as we think we are and as the author of my own, I am thankful for access to such a tool, such a teacher.
Words are Wonderful. Words are a Distraction. Words are Meaningful. Words are Powerful. Words are sHit.
This story is feeling quite static and overwhelmingly invasive right now and I am unsure that the buoy hasn't been damaged in this most recent universal storm for our hearts.
However as always, I believe LOVE will be the DNA that continues to bind us thru it all.
So until the night comes, I will sHine light thru the cracks knowing it will keep my embers warm, glowing and in wait for the stoking that is sure to come. The stoking which will ignite our embers into flames engulfing the forest of our souls & laying the foundation for new growth, new life, new story.
Stories of LOVE JOY PEACE KINDNESS GOODNESS and so on...
How will you write your story? Ride your wave? Direct your movie? Sing your song? Share your heart?
However you choose, I hope it is with