One Voice

On the surface of the world right now there is

war and violence and things seem dark.

But calmly and quietly, at the same time,

something else is happening underground

An inner revolution is taking place

and certain individuals are being called to a higher light.

It is a silent revolution.

From the inside out. From the ground up.

This is a Global operation.

A Spiritual Conspiracy.

There are sleeper cells in every nation on the planet.

You won’t see us on the T. V.

You won’t read about us in the newspaper

You won’t hear about us on the radio

We don’t seek any glory

We don’t wear any uniform

We come in all shapes and sizes, colors and styles

Most of us work anonymously

We are quietly working behind the scenes

in every country and culture of the world

Cities big and small, mountains and valleys,

in farms and villages, tribes and remote islands

You could pass by one of us on the street

and not even notice

We go undercover

We remain behind the scenes

It is of no concern to us who takes the final credit

But simply that the work gets done

Occasionally we spot each other in the street

We give a quiet nod and continue on our way

During the day many of us pretend we have normal jobs

But behind the false storefront at night

is where the real work takes a place

Some call us the Conscious Army

We are slowly creating a new world

with the power of our minds and hearts

We follow, with passion and joy

Our orders come from the Central Spiritual Intelligence

We are dropping soft, secret love bombs when no one is looking

Art ~ Poems ~ Hugs ~ Music ~ Photography ~ Movies ~ Kind words ~ Smiles ~ Meditation and prayer ~ Dance ~ Social activism ~ Websites Blogs ~ Random acts of kindness…

We each express ourselves in our own unique ways

with our own unique gifts and talents

Be the change you want to see in the world

That is the motto that fills our hearts

We know it is the only way real transformation takes place

We know that quietly and humbly we have the

power of all the oceans combined

Our work is slow and meticulous

Like the formation of mountains

It is not even visible at first glance

And yet with it entire tectonic plates

shall be moved in the centuries to come

Love is the new religion of the 21st century

You don’t have to be a highly educated person

Or have any exceptional knowledge to understand it

It comes from the intelligence of the heart

Embedded in the timeless evolutionary pulse of all human beings

Be the change you want to see in the world

Nobody else can do it for you

We are now recruiting

Perhaps you will join us

Or already have.

All are welcome

The door is open

~ author unknown

What I am learning lately….

If the doorknobs of life won’t turn, don’t force it even if you desperately want to get to the other side. It may only cause a broken key or more. Maybe there is another door waiting to be opened?

If things are not running smoothly, then they probably weren’t meant to be. Again, don’t force it. Another opportunity is waiting to be found.

Life shouldn’t have to be a struggle….even the challenges are gift bearers and usually the most amazing ones. Stop blaming the outside world for your experience. We always have a choice about our reference view. Our job, honestly, is to be happy no matter what. That doesn’t mean you don’t care. That means you accept it all and do the best in all situations. It means that when you are in a shitty situation, you get to choose that situation with curiosity..rather than it choosing you. It means you get to celebrate each encounter especially when it is difficult….just say “hey, I am finding (and get to observe) this hard moment” That I own. That will bring me gifts!

With love…always

Am I big enough
In course, fool are
I got this
Na, it got you
Can’t contain it
disdain it fills
Set reframe it
Memory sills
Pressure constrainments
Fear of containment

I do got this
big and still
only listening
singing shrill
Fool I am
enough
it got you

grow up green

soaked-end to lunge

leap for sun and shade

Child-time—reaching wonder-in-mense

through weeds and wilderness and whindy

Willow swing forth for flexible wisdom

sublime…serene

sexy….swing

sing….songs

crisp….cramps

get it

Rooted lifting off watered earth

breathe into the ether

blow from deep within

waving weed vibrations

I am as I create

with my waving echoes

releasing destiny wings

From  sssssecret notes

torn and tilled gardener-ed

The poignant pressure

execute adjustment

with no reason or rhythm

to ride the urgent wave

to surrender to IS