Worry is fear manifested.
Fear is the opposite of love.
Love more.
Fear less.
Worry not.
Be the great I AM.

Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.

~ 1 Peter 5:7

It is important not to waste our time in fruitless worry. Rather, it is far wiser to spend our time educating ourselves

~ Buddhist Wisdom

~ Live consciously.

~ See clearly.

~ Seek clarity.

~ Simplicity.

~ Discover fears and limitations. Let them go. 

~ Understand motivation, the ‘why’ behind the goal.

~ Refuse to stand in judgment of another.

~ Love unconditionally.

~ Embrace The Light.

~ Open to Grace.

~ Connect.

~ Be, essentially.

     ~ Bliss! 

Live consciously… Seek clarity… Discover fears… Eradicate… Stand not in judgment… Love… Embrace The Light… Open to Grace… Connect… Experience bliss…

Clear?

Clear.

Clarity:

–noun

1. clearness or lucidity as to perception or understanding; freedom from indistinctness or ambiguity.

2. the state or quality of being clear.

—Synonyms

1.  intelligibility, exactness, simplicity.

 Neither grip nor grasp

Don’t cling so tight

You’ve already done it

Already survived

You’re safe and sheltered

Settle into the calm

All that is you

Is, was, beyond harm

Lift your eyes, chin, heart

Spread your arms

Shine your light.

Remove the bushel

It’s your God-given right

Be the star in your own night

Now

…Emanate..Glow..Grow…

“I feel that you are justified in looking into the future with true assurance, because you have a mode of living in which we find the joy of life and the joy of work harmoniously combined. Added to this is the spirit of ambition which pervades your very being, and seems to make the day’s work like a happy child at play.”          ~Albert Einstein

In the mundane

In the arcane

In the everyday events

There is Joy.

From the morning

To the evening

And in moments in between

There is Joy.

In the loving

In the fearing

In emotions kept unseen

There is Joy.

Our responsibility?

Recognize

Realize

That which is always there.

Joy.

Oh, Toads!

They sing, they swim, they burrow into the desert soil and emerge with the monsoon rains. Magical. 

And there’s more to their magic, too. See that glossy sheen? Native Americans (and other adventurous sorts) lick that shiny slime in an effort to experience it’s hallucinogenic properties.

Risk-averse as I am, I’ve never indulged, but it’s curious, isn’t it?

What would you do?

“What’s the earth

With all it’s art, verse, music, worth–

Compared with love

found, gained, kept?”

~ Robert Browning

 Dear Robert,

You got it mostly right. This world ~ with all it’s art, verse, music ~ simply would not be, without love. Love is the root of adornment and adoration. Love is the reason for it all.

Love ~ found, gained, kept ~ is at the bottom of everything worthy of aspiration. Love is the aspiration.

Romantic love, friendly love, passionate love, familial love. Love of the creator. Love for fellow men. Love for loving’s sake.

I AM what I AM, you are what your are, we are who we are… in love, through love, by love, because of love.

Deny love - deny yourself.

Love. The opposite of fear. And we all know the only thing to fear is fear itself.

Think on that for a bit.

Allusion to Persona,

Carefully honed façade,

Oppressive.

‘Elusion’ of the glare

and

Others’ clear sight,

Imperative.

Reputation’s risked.

Hopes and dreams at stake.

The threat: Reality.

Careful observation would illuminate the truth.

The image people love: Illusion.

Disclosure, loss of luster, verity revealed,

Risky.

Can’t have that.

What would the People read on Friday?

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday...Glare, Luster, Threat

Our contemporary.

An observation.

~

She’ll tackle your daughter.

She’s after your son.

She’s come undone.

In an effort to defy the decay

And disguise the rot,

To feel something she never got,

She pokes, lifts, fills and sucks (!)

Until her face and body are no longer hers

(in so many ways)

And she can play make-believe with a boy

She might have birthed.

Graceful?

Gracious, no!

Inspired by  Three Word Wednesday ...Decay, Graceful, Rot.

I am encumbered by

“What-if?”

“What now?”

“What next?”

Eyes darting, arms outstretched,

I search for safety,

Grasp for what I know.

Keenly, I listen.

And hear each sound that ere was mere white noise.

Panic sets down roots and grows.

The fog of fear moves in,

Compressing my space,

My place,

In My world.

Denser. Thicker. Fed by confusion and alarm.

Until I realize

This fog is of my own creation.

I, unprotected, unaware, let it in.

I let it thrive,

Feeding it the dung another spewed and I empowered.

But no more.

Take back your shit.

Or let it rot and spoil the world in which you live.

I, from here forward, refuse

To let

You

In.

Or let you win.

Touché.

The phone.

Calculate time.

Too early?

Too late?

Tension building in the shoulders.

Bad news?

Tension…in the neck.

Consider

Statistics, probabilities.

…In the tummy.

Know them,

Respect them,

Skirt around them, aware.

…The gut.

Account for each character

In life’s elaborate play.

Anyone missing?

Vulnerable?

Are they all still alive?

Am I ready

If they’re not?