I dreamed of a beautiful Tree
I don't recall if it was Catalpa (one of my favorites), or Magnolia.
I just remember, standing there staring up into it's branches. Into the beauty, and magnificence of this great being. Soft petals of white flowers floating down around me. The buds were very big. So pretty.
This is the only time I like flowers. In their natural state. Where they belong. Either rooted to the branch of the tree from whence it came, or rooted into the ground. Not uprooted.
If the petals fall like the leaves, due to no fault of man, this is beauty.....balance.
Time is relative.
Today we die. At this moment, we are born again.
Right now, you are learning to crawl.
At this moment, you're having your first sexual encounter.
Right now, for those that apply, you are raising your children.
Your children have grown, and are taking care of you.
We have passed into eternity.
Only to return, and repeat the process. Again, as me.....as you....as she.....as he....as it....as you are.....as someone else....
Life is creation.....life is destruction.....Life is hard....life is beauty....life is chance....
Life just I S
We are all connected, we are all one being.
Apart of this massive soup we call the universe.
The all pervasive consciousness that reverberates within and without everything in existence, connects all of us as one.
You are me, is you, your Mother, your brother, your father, your teacher, your lover, your enemy, your dog, your food, your grass, your ground, your mountains, your sky, your stars, are me, are us....is you.
I love you, as I love me....is you.
Because we are all one, eternal living, loving, and breathing spirit.
Bless you.
I don't recall if it was Catalpa (one of my favorites), or Magnolia.
I just remember, standing there staring up into it's branches. Into the beauty, and magnificence of this great being. Soft petals of white flowers floating down around me. The buds were very big. So pretty.
This is the only time I like flowers. In their natural state. Where they belong. Either rooted to the branch of the tree from whence it came, or rooted into the ground. Not uprooted.
If the petals fall like the leaves, due to no fault of man, this is beauty.....balance.
Time is relative.
Today we die. At this moment, we are born again.
Right now, you are learning to crawl.
At this moment, you're having your first sexual encounter.
Right now, for those that apply, you are raising your children.
Your children have grown, and are taking care of you.
We have passed into eternity.
Only to return, and repeat the process. Again, as me.....as you....as she.....as he....as it....as you are.....as someone else....
Life is creation.....life is destruction.....Life is hard....life is beauty....life is chance....
Life just I S
We are all connected, we are all one being.
Apart of this massive soup we call the universe.
The all pervasive consciousness that reverberates within and without everything in existence, connects all of us as one.
You are me, is you, your Mother, your brother, your father, your teacher, your lover, your enemy, your dog, your food, your grass, your ground, your mountains, your sky, your stars, are me, are us....is you.
I love you, as I love me....is you.
Because we are all one, eternal living, loving, and breathing spirit.
Bless you.
