The water rushes on,

unable to stop;

plummets over the edge.

I watch its insanity.

It was simply

the most beautiful moment

in the history

of everything.

I fly,

high above any other animal;

my back, to the sun

(and to no other)

warm on my back.

I have no fear of anything above me,

and so I hunt,

free.

Writing, like life,

should have no backspace button.

Forwards!  Forwards!

No word;

no action,

taken back.

To write without self-consciousness;

to speak,

and to walk

without self-consciousness.

To laugh, freely,

as children do.

To live, freely,

as the insane do.

That seems to me to be

a worthy goal.

To not be bound by the limitations

of fear.

All of its trappings,

and unfortunate consequences.

Fear is a magnet,

sending it’s vibrations far and ride,

pulling back to us the things we want to push away.

Returning to us like a cat,

back in the morning from the night’s stalk;

dropping at our door

the dead mouse.

Fear is that cat.

And the dead mouse is the stench

of everything that smells of fear;

everything that has that sour, smelling odor;

everything ugly,

and everything weak,

and everything vulgar

comes from fear.

We never see our own eyes;

never catch them,

looking.

Blind,

to our own mis-perceiving.

Seek not status;

seek not fame;

seek not success;

seek not wealth.

Seek yourself.

Love is the fruit of the heart.

Joy is the fruit of the voice.

Peace is the fruit of the mind.

Bliss is the fruit of the soul.

Energetic habits

dictate so much

when we live unconsciously,

and so little

when we live

consciously.

“You will be surprised to find that in most situations, there’s nothing to deal with except for your own fears and desires.  Fear and desire make everything seem so complicated.  If you don’t have fear or desire about an event, there’s nothing really to deal with.  You simply allow life to unfold and interact with it in a natural and rational manner.  When the next thing happens, you’re fully present in that moment and simply enjoying the experience of life.  There are no problems.”

The Untethered Soul, p.184

by Michael Singer

Build your life beautiful.

Color it bright

and bold.

Imagine, and dare

greatly.

…or die filled with regret.

Every whole

contains infinite parts.

And yet each part,

contains infinite wholes.

Fear is the only sin.

Fear is closing;

turning away from the Light.

You are a prism;

the basic choice, ever before you,

is whether to darken,

or grow ever more filled with Light.

True strength

is being strong

when one is weakest.

Just as true courage

is being courageous

when one is most afraid.

Happiness consists not in ordering your life

just so, and so,

but in expanding the borders

of what it means for you to be happy;

stretching yourself, until all things;

all possible events,

no matter how painful or unpleasant,

can be met with acceptance;

contained within your happiness.

I see the rolling ocean
like a billowing blanket
covering a sleeping child.

Mountain peaks,
lifted. Set down.

I know that part of myself
is out there,
with the rolling sea.

And that some part of it,
is in here, with me.

Every person is a nation.

It has its own laws;
its own language,
its own religion,
its own king.

Your nation is not my nation.

They will tell you
that it cannot be done that way.

Thank them for their advice
and depart.

I fear a terrible thing;
that a time for war approaches:
good men taking up arms
against evil men.

I fear a worse thing;
that a time for war passes;
good men, sitting comfortably by,
letting evil men take all they want.

One moves when others watch,
draws energy from the crowd.

The other dances alone,
draws energy from the music.

Both are dancers,
but worlds apart.