The beauty of Listening.
The beauty of just
listening and watching all the small «wonders» of this
World. Too see the pleasure of plain joy and abundance
for even the «meaningless» bug. Even though it has a
short life it's purpose of joy and play is nothing less
than what it should be for us humans. OK we're trained
to prepare for the end and slowly die towards the
definite end of our life, but many of us forget to
participate in the joy and dance of life. To be curious
about how and why our surroundings are like they are.
The shape of the trees, the song of the birds, the dance
of the butterflies, the life in everything. The scars in
the nature, still it continues to live. Misshape
according to beauty. Even dead trees stand with pride,
surrounded by fully nature. The beauty of misshaped with
full the full glory, independent of the rough
environment they lived in.
Healing by being
By just simply
being aware of the Universe existence in this
moment, we can heal each other and release
blockages. By giving to each other from the infinite
source of energy available to all of us, we will
grow into a more fulfilled life in joy and
happiness. The simple art of cleaning the fog in our
minds is available. ….
Fight it or live
When the thoughts are
coming like a big garbage trucks loaded over the rim
with torns and smelly old rotten flowers, we do have
We can try to outrun it and jump quickly around the corner and hide, so the thought truck will miss us.
Another of my favorite options is to take the fight and battle.
Let the torns rupture my skin so the blood can flow, soak in the smell of old memories and take a long bath in it. And when we lye scattered and overrun behind the thought truck, just waiting for this repeating behavious to come again, we might consider that we have another choice.
The try to hit me option.
Stand upright in the center of the road, and give the thought no attention or fear of a big hit. What we gain then in nothing but deep peace and confidence, in an infinite still area of our awareness.
Try it when the next road train with thought are coming.
See the dance.