Monday, August 13, 2012

Trust These Things

Partake fully in this experience. Fully.
Feel the change.
Experience a sense of sweet detachment, knowing always to keep your heart open. 
Love yourself.
Become a conscious dreamer. 
You are intrinsically worthy of this, and all things.
Trust the power that holds galaxies together. 
This is all on purpose.
With seeds and tides, life is a sacred journey.
Growth is just seeing it sooner. 
See beauty in everything.
Be true. Create what you’ve imagined. 
There are a million worlds out there waiting for you.
There is light even when you can’t see it.
Spirit reaches to us from the earth below and heavens beyond.

That which you cannot describe, but which exists, makes life extraordinary.

Decide to rise. Stand on your sacred ground.
It’s only for a moment that we are this.
Look from the center. Enjoy your inner world. Use every moment to see more clearly.

View the lessons as perfect.
Awaken. Feel the fullness.
You don’t have to know.

Open to gratitude for the millions of the ways you are blessed.
There is just the right moment for everything.
Nature loves courage. In this world, everything is flowing.
Dance when the wind blows. You are life. 
Get near the heart of the world.
Stillness is pleasure. Express and unfold. Everything has the power to transform us.
Did you know that you are a chalice? Trust the rhythm. Your inner wisdom knows the purpose.
You are a full participant and it is all a choice. Be the way.
Something is calling you. Be at ease and just observe.
 As you plant your own truth, more truth comes to life.
Imagine; even in the struggle, you are loved.

Live creatively. 
Feel the quiet power and trust that what we seek is here.
We have guardian angels and thousands of teachers. Thousands. See possibilities.
Let life be deep and become unbound all at once. Maybe even anchor into your core.
Speak your mind by telling all of your heart.
Send love. You never know when something new is being born.
We are humans, giving as we receive. 
There is magic in the power of seeing what is truly there.
The time is now. Make room for miracles and they will come.
Release yourself and bring light to the shadows, knowing that the honey is always there.
Feel the great turning. Just feel it.
The forest evolves as a whole.
If you chose to, you can become the sun. Become the moon. Be both at once.
The pathway is open. 
Find your flow knowing that the first peace comes from within.

Now you know.
Trust these things.

Mystic Mamma & Kate King, 2012

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The Invitation

I Met with someone today who reminded me of this great poem, and I wanted to share it with you. If you like the poem and want to read Oriah's elaboration on its meaning, check out the book (image above).
          The Invitation  
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.