“There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” – Albert Einstein
When stardust, quarks, and mystery combine to make a human, nothing can compare to possibilities. Some say beware of ultimate betrayal to confine the breath of life where tangled roots entwine with evolution. I can only stare in utter wonder, blinded by the glare of dazzling supernatural design.
For wedged between the elemental ash and sentient entity, surprises lurk in hidden crevices of every hue across the spectral plane, and in a flash all heaven is exposed. It’s but a quirk the miracle of promise can renew.
There’s a corner in the basement where nocturnal creatures spawn mortal fear that renders optimism sparkless, but the balance born of nature in the crucible of dawn is reserved for those who waited through the darkness.
Human history is littered with unspeakable events that would justify eternal condemnation but a nucleus of dreamers rising up to love’s defense can emerge from any faithless generation.
As the curtain falls on freedom through the apprehensive night, may a unifying spirit find us banded with rejuvenated purpose. Let it lead us to the light where impossibility is countermanded.
When I witness your existence as you navigate the distance from the origin of purpose to the peak, I am humbled by persistence past the line of least resistance in your resolute pursuit of what you seek.
While invincibly curtailing paralytic fear of failing you are crushing obstacles along the path. Does the mountain you are scaling lead to summit views unveiling the reward for struggle in its aftermath?
Let us climb the hill together as we both escape the tether of conditioning that binds us to our birth, for the thesis isn’t whether we are made of wood or leather but how feathered faith can soar above the earth.
Shades of Twenty-Twenty vision lie beneath abandoned cities packed with disregarded lessons of the centuries before. Finally the veil has lifted, there’s a purpose in tomorrow and the memories are fading from the year that brought the war.
Looking forward to commencement, parties, proms, and lazy summer leading into jobs or college, we were only seventeen. Some of us were undecided, some had mapped a certain future in the pattern of their parents. Others saw behind the screen.
Since we entered kindergarten we’d been tested, used, and herded for political agendas on the nation’s shrinking stage so it wasn’t unexpected when democracy imploded in a world already reeling from the chaos of the age.
Virus after virus followed, claiming half the population. News from other countries filtered slowly through the riot zone ’til the power grid was severed. While democracy imploded we were scrabbling for survival. Now we live on wits alone.
Here I stand, the single remnant from a family of seven, flanked by unified companions whose intention can increase coexistence with the planet. Taking only what is needed, with the help of one another we will make a lasting peace.
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always.” ― Mahatma Gandhi
Unanswerable questions plague the minds of all who yearn for justice in the world. Why must the battle rage relentlessly? How can it be we never seem to learn from all the brokenness and suffering humanity inflicts upon itself? Will any of us live to see the day when sanity prevails across the globe?
But earthly eyes are not equipped to view the picture from the timelessness of space. Our singular assignment in this realm of fitful dreams is training to connect with love in all its forms. If Gandhi could experience and witness all he did, yet cling to the belief the universe is ultimately kind, I’ll do no less.
I, too, have felt devoid of hope while trapped within the narrow scope of vigilance between the dreams. When pessimism runs amok, it’s difficult to stop and pluck a thread of reason through the seams that bind the soul’s imaginings.
But past the point of “All is Lost” exists a realm where Fear is crossed with Love, and there resemblance ends. Forgotten soon, life’s petty woes reveal themselves as beggar’s clothes unfit to touch the royal skins of you and me and all our friends.
Voices clamor for an ear open to the faintest note of pessimism, doubt or fear harboring a secret motive poised to drive the spirit down. Hope’s the nail and hate’s the hammer. Songs of love alone will drown voices’ clamor.
A field of energy surrounds exhibit halls, artistic grounds where wisdom flows. A soft wind blows from Mexico to Greece. In joining hands around the globe to touch the Dalai Lama’s robe, the threads connect; hearts intersect at avenues to peace.
Emerging from the planet’s core, the whisper soon becomes a roar — a rising tide to cast aside suspicion, hate and fear. With absolute impunity, the world embraces unity when chaos ends. It all depends on everybody here.
Compassion for our brother’s plight must hold a candle through the night. All cannot rest while one’s oppressed. Conditions inhumane erode our fundamental soul. Each person fills a vital role; we’re called to be the change we see in dreams. Let kindness reign!
I had an energizing dream about a peaceful morning when everyone alive awakes renewed. The air is pure, the water clean, no hint of global warming, and no one lacks for shelter, clothes, or food. The planet is awash with gratitude.
What happened to the weary world and all its weight of sorrow? What monumental, unforeseen event could render feuds forgotten as an ominous tomorrow became today? By mutual assent, nobody even wonders where it went.
But as the dreamer, watching from a cloud at twelve-eleven, I saw exactly how the shift occurred. It’s not like everybody had to die to go to heaven. The earth turned upside down, imbalance blurred, and in that moment, inner vision stirred.
So now it’s spring in Perth and autumn in the Rocky Mountains. Affluence is devalued, hope annealed. As fear is toppled to the bottom, overflowing fountains of love ascend to trump the sword and shield. The veil has lifted; heaven is revealed.
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