Thorns with Roses

- تتعاقب الأيام ويمضي قطار العمر  صبـــاحـــات تشرق ومســـــاءات تغرب ويبقي الصباح موعد تواصلنا مع الطيبين أمثالكم أشرق الله صبــاحكـم     بذكره وعفوه وحفظكــم بحفظـه ورعايتـه و وهبكم شكره ونعمه...

“It’s a thorny road for dreamers and poets who fantasize of majestic places and deep-seated desires of the heart that their hands may never hold.” 
― 
Terry a O’Neal

Indeed…awakening is a horrible relief ……truth …full of thorns…we feel our illusions here….

When hope is distant…the thorns are near and though the bloomings seem impossible…

choose to weave fields of roses from these thorns…

Love speaks in flowers…truth requires thorns…

Awakening is a joyous success of accepting your most hurtful failures…..

“You may choose to look the other way but you can never say again that you did not know.” 
― 
William Wilberforce

Blooming Connections

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“Life is about pursuing the essence of creation” 
― Sunday Adelaja

Now we listen to feelings and understand what they have to say to us…Now we listen with a new ear, the ear of the heart

Now we recognize the thoughts that would censor our feelings. We realize this because we realize the sacred space we have become.

Our space is the space of unity. It is the space of ease because thoughts are no longer allowed their rule.

Life is the connecting tissue of the web of form with the Divine All. Life is consciousness. Christ consciousness is the awareness of what IS. It is the awareness of the connection and relationship of ALL to ALL. It is the merging of the unknowable and the knowable through movement, expression and BEING. ACOL

Hummingbird lite by luisbc

Full Blooming Thoughts

Just Being : Photo

“What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.” 
― Alberto Caeiro, 
The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

When you remove yourself from the self-held position of “meaning giver”, you let things be what they are and allowed to be what they are,..their meaning is naturally revealed ACOL C:22:15

Let your thoughts be formed by the rhythm of your own breath…where stillness is no longer empty…..

“I’m one of my sensations.” 
― Alberto Caeiro, 
The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

Welcome to The Garden

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”

(Little Gidding)” 
― T.S. Eliot

I named my garden Redthorn Rose many years ago..

My passion is sharing that space here…as I pull weeds…dig deep into my loneliness…and plant new seeds…of Hope…as I water with Faith..and Gratitude…

So….on the daily commute through this life..this eternity in time….

Here I am..sharing my passion..words and music..hope with some glitter and along the daily commute..some pain and a lonely heart…

Still..there is always HOPE…

Thank you for visiting my newest blog space, and stopping in and having some tea with me…

Namaste’ and God Bless…

“Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.” 
― L. Frank Baum

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