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Unity – #Thoughts for #ChallengingTimes-#Motivation for #Harmony

25 Tuesday Aug 2020

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“Think of now, what the universe is, millions of galaxies, and among them is our little planet.  For it is here and only here that we are working out our destiny.  We all exist in the same atmosphere, why then do we separate and distinguish? Always striving against each other for power and supremacy?

The Harmony of being is when we feel the suffering of every creature in our own hearts.

Are we not all Earthlings? Each and every one of us? Each person, animal, tree, ocean, rock, insect.” –  Unity*

How do we love? What stirs our spirit? Where can we create Unity?

These days have become so dark, so full of hate, so full of suspicion.  How do we breathe in a world where each breath is open for criticism and each action can cause offense?  Do we walk through the pages of our lives, writing each chapter while oblivious to all but ourselves?

Are we able to look into the face of another and see ourselves? Can we feel the pain of another without knowing them?

Do we hide in the oppressive shadows darkening the world or do we look beyond for a glimmer of light?  Do we step courageously into the fray and quietly offer an alternative or do we walk away and close our eyes?

Does the light of a single candle truly change the world?  I say it can.  It Does, but only when I hold a candle, and you hold a candle; when we share the glimmers of our candles with those around us and they share theirs with still more.  Then, the shadows fall away.  When we hold our lights up in the gloom, the darkness is broken.

But it is a choice.

Daily. Purposefully Made.

It is Action and Reaction. It is Yin and Yang.

Black and white.

Love or hate.

These are but a choice.

Daily. Purposefully Made.

Give or Take.

Act or Watch.

Harmony or Conflict.

How will you choose?

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“Maybe if we felt any loss as keenly as we felt the death of one close to us – human history would be a lot less bloody.” – Riker- Star Trek Next Generation

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* Learn More about UNITY

~Morgan~
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Dare to #Dream – #Thoughts of #PositivePower

22 Monday Jun 2020

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What Dreams May Come

Those who dream by day
are cognizant of many things
that escape those who dream only at night.

Edgar Allan Poe

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These days have grown dark and darker.  My Spirit is weary of the hatred and noise, the unrest and outrage, the lies and the very great loss all around.  Loss of Trust.  Loss of Hope.  Loss of Love.

What allows us to continue to Dream in such times?  Some say Dreams are only misfiring electrical stimuli in our brains.  An expulsion of left over energy from the day that our body is shuffling off, but I Believe Dreams are much more.  Can a misfiring electrical impulse fill our hearts with Hope?  Would a shuffling off of left over energy Inspire and stir us to action?  I think not.

Dreams live within us, each hour of every day.  They softly whisper, whether we are listening or not.  Today, we fill our days with so much other noise we barely notice.  Outside electrical stimuli has blinded us to our own internal sources; yet when we finally shut off, when the hours of moonlight and stars hush our rushing haste, our Essence is still able to speak.

Speak through Dreams.

Dreams teach us things we’ve forgotten.  They Remind of those who have gone before and places we’ve left behind.  They touch us with gentle, and sometimes not so gentle, imagery that leaves us wondering, but do they speak truth or merely prattle nonsense?

I Believe they tell us things we need to remember.  They speak about our strengths as well as our weaknesses.  They Guide us, or would Guide us, if we allowed them.

I have recurring themes in many of my dreams.  I often dream of tidal waves threatening to sweep me and my loved ones away.  Or I am driving my car and the brakes fail.  I even have a recurring dream about a house that has a witch abiding in the attic whom I fear more than anything else.

Odd?  Maybe.  But if I take a moment to think about these images, I realize that I dream about waves and being swept away when I’m stressed and over-burdened.  Is my body telling me what I’m ignoring so I can better cope with the challenges of the Day?  When I dream about my car losing its brakes, is my body whispering that I’m feeling out of control and in danger of being hurt?  Is the witch that lives in the attic the dark negativity in my mind that casts spells of fear and suspicion that could bewitch and mislead me?

‘Those who dream by day
are cognizant of many things
that escape those who dream only at night.’

What are your Dreams telling you?

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~Morgan~

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Trust – #Poetry of #Hope and #Power for Dark Times

17 Wednesday Jun 2020

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Trust

Trust is Taking a Step forward, in spite of not knowing what the outcome of that step might be.
Trust is Walking in the Light of Faith, even when your mind is full of uncertainties.
Trust is Hoping in the face of improbability.
Trust is Believing the Path you are on is the One Meant For You.
Trust is closing your eyes and Listening with your Spirit.
Trust is Knowing that you will never be led to a place you cannot contend with or from where you cannot Learn and Grow.
Trust is Behaving like what you Expect to happen has Already happened.
Trust is Working towards Goals you never Dreamed of Setting.
Trust is Smiling when the Sweet Voice of Reassurance Whispers in your ear that Everything will be All Right.
Trust is Living with Joy when you are surrounded by cheerlessness and anger.
Trust is Waking to the Dawn with a Thankful Heart.
Trust is Loving even before Love Arrives.
Trust is a Daily Choice.
Trust Trusts.

~Morgan~

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Memory – #Metaphysical #Poetry for #ChallengingTimes

10 Wednesday Jun 2020

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Memory of Elden Days
Whispers of Forgotten Time
Breeze of anticipation Dancing
on Under-stated Rhyme
Chance encounter of Recollection
As Chivalry unfolds
Granite apparition rising
from palisades untold
Memory of Yesterday
Wisp of Unspoken Lore
Unheralded Remembrances
Echoing evermore

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(So often we forget what we should Remember
Time and place whispers, softly, silently,
And though history repeats itself
We barely heed what we knew
and know not what we forget to recall.)

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Photograph By Anne McKinnell

 

Talisman- #metaphysical #poetry

09 Tuesday Jun 2020

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Transcendental limits

of Unencumbered Time,

Tracing Platonic limits

in Corporeal Design,

Hearken to Capricious Notions,

Enigmatically Dancing,

Luminous and Insubstantial,

Yet Inescapably Entrancing.

Delving Past the Material Void

of Deliberate Voracity,

Talisman of Consideration

Challenging Human Capacity.

~Morgan~

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Awaken – #Thoughts for #Challenging Days

19 Thursday Mar 2020

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Whether you are housebound or believe all of the concern over COVID-19 is a bunch of hooey, one thing seems undeniable:​ Our world-wide society is changing and will never be the same.​ ​
The measures being taken are staggering.​ Entire communities are closing down.​ Fear and recrimination are building walls.​ ​ People are hording and hiding like some sort of apocalypse is happening.​ ​
Perhaps it is.​ Is Pestilence riding?
I’ve heard it asked “How can God let these horrible things happen?”​ “If there really is a God, how can he be loving when all this suffering is going on?”​ ​
It’s in our human nature to want to lay blame.​ Someone or something has to be responsible for the things that happen.​ Everything can’t possibly be random.​ Can it?​ I don’t honestly know.​ No one honestly knows, not really, not with 100% absolute certainty.​ There is as much a chance that the universe is organized chaos as there is the possibility that it is under some form of intelligent control.​ ​
It doesn’t exactly matter.​ Whether the Universe lives and breaths arbitrarily or with Purpose, we can utilize what happens for either Good or Bad.​ Positively or negatively. We can turn trials and challenges into opportunities for change or we can allow them to make us pessimistic and angry.​ We can choose to extend kindness or we can turn our backs and grumble.​ ​
Why do plagues kill thousands?​ Why do dictators rise up and subjugate the weak?​ Why do children starve?​ Why are the innocent exploited and brutalized?​ Is it because God is unloving and cruel?
Or is it an opportunity for us?​ A chance to choose love instead of fear?​ A possibility for us to grow and learn to be kinder, more generous, less self-serving?​ ​
Is the Universe shaking us to try to waken us ….
…..from our apathy?​ ​
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~Morgan ~

Silence and Solitude – #Poetry of #Loneliness and #Hope

16 Monday Sep 2019

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Silence.

It borders on my Sanity like a perimeter fence, locking out my Solitude, Barring me from myself.

From You.

And Chaos Wakens within me, like the Opening Eye of Daylight, the turmoil of My Soul.

Solitude is Beautiful.

Solitude is Violence to my Heart.

Solitude is something, although I have little or any Awareness of what it is exactly;

Still it Exists and is very much a part of me.

Yet it is rather like a Part of Me I could live without, something necessary, but not Vital in sustaining me.

Silence.

It keeps me from Sharing that which I would rather not Share.

Or if I Would, I’d ought to not.

Or if I ought to not, I rather Would.

Silence And Solitude.

The inner workings of a Heart in Need of more than what it knows it wants,

But that it wants what it knows it longs for,

Ever Seeking that which it cannot find, yet yearns for,

The Match,

The Other,

Half of itself, lost in Time,

Waiting

in Silence and Solitude

for that seeming Tranquility to be broken

By You.

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~Morgan~
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Sorrow- #Remembrance of #Love

11 Wednesday Sep 2019

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Sorrow

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It doesn’t seem possible that 5 years have passed since my Mother left this world for the next.

It isn’t conceivable that it has been so long, and yet I miss her still and the grief can still overtake me.

I found it hard to imagine 5 years ago when a close friend commiserated with me and said she could not believe 5 years had passed since her own mother moved to a different realm; yet now I stand wondering where 5 years have gone.

So much has happened, so many things I wish I could have shared with her, though I know she watched and listened and shared them with me through the silent whispers of Love.

5 years ago this day was unbearable.  traumatic.  heart-breaking.

Today I remember, not with tears, but with overflowing gratitude that I was so Abundantly Blessed to share so many years with so Beautiful a spirit as my Mother was, IS and ever shall be.

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Sorrow has broken my heart this week. The trauma of bearing witness to slow decline, the struggle, the anguish, and, Today, the Unbearable, Inexpressible, Heart-wrenching LOSS and Loneliness is nearly more than I can bear.

My Mother Passed on into the Realm of Eternal Love, Hope, Peace and Joy today. I Envy her. I Rejoice for her. I miss her more than I could ever, ever say.

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I love you Mom!

~Morgan~

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It Is Not – #Poetry #Sadness #Depression #Negativity

07 Saturday Sep 2019

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It is Not,
It does Not,
Calamity upon the sleeve;
Creeping like the Dark of Night
Into the Heart
To lurk and cleave.

It has Never,
It will Never,
Trespass set into motion;
Crushing the Majestic Billowing Wave
Of the deepest,
Bravest Ocean.

Impossible,
Improbable,
Wreaking Havoc on their course;
Vile demons smashing Heaven,
Hand in Hand
With Force.

Negativity,
Like Poison,
Caustic as Infection;
Cheats the Heart of all that Shimmers,
And Gathers unto it
Rejection.

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~Morgan~
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Photograph found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer.
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