Mild currents. Eddies. swiveling banks. I find it amazing.
Soft sweeping water snakes evermore making way.
Selflessly they flow along to the greedy oceans and seas that drink so freely.
A tether of pure goodness from roots to the bodies of salt they feed.
So interesting to me. The dimensions this lesson reveals unweave my reality.
What if this connection began to fade? Would this ocean dissipate?
Would it take any time for levels to fall, if the earth decided it was done with us all?
What if the deeds we do in secret pollute more than just our immediate pursuits?
What if the pursuit of betrayal to self and others, is bound unavoidably to dilute?
… Especially when a conscious negative charge is applied.
Are plans destined then to be fried?
And if not, then to whom do these prescribe that they find universal laws don’t apply?
Do choices like these inevitably result in a small death?
Something minute… like One less breath…
And maybe that’s all fine in theory… but what if,
you unwittingly breathe and unleash more than a hundred,
An utterance, under the breath. If potently anything. Holds energy to shift.
A life-giving transference, angels’ wings as a defense… or final death sentence.
Which of these harbingers do I generally bring?
Do those close to me seek me or hide in a time of need?
And how about me? How do I treat what I’ve been given?
Do I abuse or cherish the vessels I live in?
When a situation is brought to me, do I see improvement or decline?
If Heaven and hell may be unleashed in each,
which do I find generally surrounding me?
And through these, do I see curses or opportunities?
Do I choose to be light, or dark in my mind?
Am I a wise wielder of the gifts I’ve offered?
Or have I burned through them…
Are ashes and dust my harvest?
Or will my matter and spirit be released to flow free?
Like the elements of life that feed the soul in me?
Abreast to the breeze on Eternity’s breath.
So, In the end, my question is this… Be I fire as my name suggests?
Or the water whose essence makes my heart dance?
What I’ve witnessed is smoldering,
as the flames slash the last of the weeds from me.
What if willfully spreading negative thoughts and deed-seeds,
is punishable in the court of natural law…
Spreader v. Universal Solutions?
What if sending negative energy could be seen as malignant.
Is an offense synonymous with intending to murder,
a cell belonging to a universally conscious being?
Funny how contemplating water, has led me to these reflections…
What if nature’s innate loyalty to laws pre-dating our consciousness renders us at odds with it.
All this global warming bullshit is just a handy way of covering it…
We’ve been testing What lies outside of our time constraints…
nature is only lifting the complaints in global symptoms, a warning.
What if our unified bias and ignorance regardless of affiliation have only been a distraction?
What if the sides we’ve chosen cause our source to be directed against us,
since we’ve placed ourselves in Its path with self-righteous malevolence.
We don’t even know that to do this is to imprison ourselves of our own volition.
We turn the lock and hold the key while begging for cheap sympathies.
Our thoughts and tastes form barricades until we are inmates.
Prisoners to a system never meant for us,
sinking into the sands of time we were meant to walk on.
What if our choice to act outside of what comes naturally,
is to be at odds with everything natural around me?
To be beautiful, powerful… and forceful at peace.
Never angry. Or destroying. Only creating. Making anew.
Never salivating or sour with envy, lust, or greed.
To choose to take life joyfully. Full of curious energy.
Open to anything. This is the way for me. Enjoying everything.
Because life has been known to bring the active dreamer into their dream.
Take care to know what you are aiming toward well.
Not by its future image alone, but by the intention of powering it.
Pondering these I think again of You. The source feeding my ethereal being.
I can sooner live without food, than the soft voice you speak through.
Swirling liquidity shimmies. Rocks. No big thing.