From the Heart
Collection of Random Musings
Sure, the razor’s edge exists. So does the edge of praise, of openness, of breathing freely,
and laughter. We choose the path we walk.
People say to trust yourself, just meditate, go inside.
What if inside is a mess? We all need mentors to help us sort things out
Transforming black and white thinking into the rainbow palette
of reality means opening the heart to the many shades of now–the many shades
of living an alive life.
Crying is for the soul as rain is for the flowers…Water
the garden of the heart with tears, tears of sorrow, tears of laughter.
There is so much light in the darkness. One spark from
your imagination, one note from the song of your heart is enough to create the
Soul calls come every moment, every second; from the
Beloved, from your dreams, from the world. Answer with your whole life.
I used to believe as one
progressed on the spiritual path that it got narrower. Now I know it broadens, opens, blossoms into
more; more possibilities to praise, more opportunities for gratitude, more
discoveries of healing, more variations of expressing eternal truths, more tolerance
of others, more compassion for both myself and those around me. This is the
Yoga of the Christ, the Buddha, the Divine Mother, the One Light Shining Within
Us All. This is the Yoga of Praise. This is the Yoga of Song. This is the Yoga
Move in the direction of your dreams. They are the
compass rose emblazoned on your heart, and they will always lead to verdant
Let the poem write you.
Dear Sun, as you filter through the curtains, please do
the same in my mind. Don’t let the dusty
doubts and fears block your way.
Be the one who dances with their dreams. Be the one who spreads the wings of their creativity
and soars above fear and shame.
Be the one who embraces their divinity and lives the life of being called to shine. Be the one
who accepts and shares their given glory.
Be the one who rings the bells of freedom and rises to meet the horizon. Be the one who walks
hand in hand with gratitude and praise.
Copyright Joseph Anthony of the Wonder Child Blog