One That Is All

A blade of grass in a golden field
A petal on a white rose in a bush
A bird in a flock flying high
A wave crashing on the shore

I am all of these
Under the believe I am separate
Not knowing I am the same
A living part of the whole

I am the ocean
and the other waves are me
I am all the petals on the rose, the whole field of grass, every bird, the sun and the moon

I am the night sky
The stars, the galaxies,
the nothingness

You will find me in the wind, the breath you take and the exhale

I am the love in your eyes,
the tears that run down your cheek, the sound of thunder, the laughter of children, the soil of the earth

I am the end and the beginning

It is in me that I find all that I seek,
because in me lies the everything that is and it expresses itself out there,
what is seen and unseen,
what is heard and unheard,
what is felt and what is not

It is all that are one
And the one that is all

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Words From A Writer

I’m a writer.
Why?
Because I say I am.
Because I believe I am.
Because I write.
Because I have something to say and the best way I know how to say it is to write it.
Not that I’m not good with being verbal, because I am.
But I’m better when I write it down.
I don’t need to be paid for it.
I do it for free.
I do it because I have a passion for it.
Because I love it.
Because I know I’m supposed to.
I write about what I know.
And what do I know better than my own experience?
What could I possibly know better than the story of my life?
What do I know better than what happens all around me?
I write about what needs to be said.
I write the truth.
Harsh at times, loving at times, confusing at times, but always the truth.
Love it, hate it, accept it or deny it.
Just know this, words hold a lot of power, written or spoken, texted or tweeted.
And these words are written just for you.
I see you.
I see your soul.
I see past the mask and the character, the shortcomings and all of your humanness.
I see myself in you, and you in me.
We are the same you and I, just decorated a bit differently on the outside.
I know you.
Maybe better than YOU know you.
And you’re very much okay.
It’s all going to be okay.
I promise.
What a better way to remind you, just in case you forget, than etching these written words in this very place, to be part of history, so when you forget you can re-read them.
You can come back to find these very words.
Right here.
Written.
By a writer.

What’s in a word?

I used to take words so literally, assigning very specific meanings, ideas and concepts to words I heard in someone’s speech or read in someone’s writing.

All these beliefs came from my conditioned mind and I never thought to question the judgements that came along with words, so much of my past influencing them.

It wasn’t until I had been awakened that I started getting caught up in my own use of words.

I still find myself seeking for just the right ones, but with so much history attached to certain kinds of language, I’m at a loss of which ones to use.

But there are no “right” words.

Because they are just words.

With this struggle to find words to describe the truth that I understand today, because of my old rigid standards and definitions attached to them, it became less about words and more about truth behind them.

When I listen to people now, or read or listen to spiritual teachings that use different types of language, I listen for what’s behind the words.

I pay attention to the energetic vibration or feeling intended.

I now just use words interchangeably.

It’s not so much about the language used.

For example, sometimes I say God, the universe, soul, spirit, being or knowing.

It try not to get stuck on one way of describing ideas.

I’m open minded and flexible.

It matters less to me now than ever, because truth is truth no matter how it’s expressed.