Searching for that Perfect Moment.

Trees, the breath of our lungs~ A walk in Nature’s Peace

Carry on searching and you will find

That perfect moment that peace of mind

You’ll find it among all the places you look

None are within the pages of a book

So many species rely upon our Trees ~Lichen on these small branches, and thousands of insects.

While a book can teach you knowledge unbound

The Peace of your heart there is not to be found

Page after page we turn and can read

But the Peace we all seek first comes as a seed

Life -Nature~ a continual cycle of death and rebirth

 

So long do we lie in the depths of the Dark

Forgetting the power from which we all start

A Spark to kindle from the love we all yearn

Ignited with passion as our hearts start to learn

Catkins and Gorse.

An Island we languish alone and afraid

We cut down each other using words as our blades

Doing unto others, we do unto the whole

What we send out we reap back as souls

Gorse~ Everyone of us can show our thorns.

 

So we search and we find what was there all along

We just forgot the Harmony of Singing our Song

In Unity we blend, our voices become One

No longer separate, a choir has begun.

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In tune with Nature you’ll flourish and grow

Reaching for Light you spread out and glow

And that ‘Perfect Moment’, that Peace of Mind

It was always inside you, Seek and Find.

Keep Following the Path to your Heart!

 

©  Sue Dreamwalker  2016-2020 All rights reserved.

 I shared this poem four years ago..

 So I thought to share it again.

 Our Trees, like our hearts have taken a battering over time,

especially in recent months as we have witnessed the horrors of flames.

 But its never too late to rekindle the flame of Love in our Hearts,

as we nurture  and respect each other and Mother Nature. 

You have no idea the Power YOU each hold within your hearts as you send out love into the world.

Keep Sending LOVE!

Do not buy into the Fear being generated, Our thoughts are creating Our Future! 

Have a wonderfully Peaceful Weekend All of you..

💛💚💛  

 

Are You Listening To Your Heart?

 

Connecting~Cooperating~Creating, We are One.. ~ Watercolour and Ink Art by Sue Dreamwalker

 

 Stepping through the Mirror, leaving her shadow-self behind,

 She reflected upon the moment and her place within mankind

She saw the fractal image as she observed the Hologram

Of how each was Participating in the Universal plan.

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We are the building blocks, as we keep looking to discover

Creating all with energy the thoughts we each uncover.

The choices are reflected, reacting to our minds

Through feelings, thoughts and attitudes to each of us it binds

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For nothing is separate, we are the space between the flow

An Energy of Chi, the Qi that makes us glow.

You then understand the importance of your hearts-math

As you unravel the coding imprints of your Ancient past.

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And once you uncover the Truth behind the smoke and mirrors

There is no turning back time as you see our time isn’t linear

Your mind will want to explode when you discover just who you are

And you will never look at the world without thinking of a star.

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But here’s the thing you see, as you delve and dig around

You have to be prepared to change your perceptions of the ground

We all were brought up believing a set of rules not always true

And the cycles are now going to open up new parameters to view

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When you understand more deeply the Truths we all should seek

You’ll begin to see the parable of Heaven inheriting the meek

We each of us have choices and it all comes down to this

Do we want to live in Fear, or choose the path of bliss?

© Sue Dreamwalker 2020.

 

 We Each Can Make a difference  to our world by living from our Hearts!. 

 Where we Focus our Intention, is where we Create our Reality. 

Searching Within Our Stories.

The Story Within: Image Source pixabay.com

The Woman closed her book resting her palm on the cover. She traced the words of its title with her fingers as she thought deeply upon all the words written within its pages.

She pondered upon all the books which had been written all over the world. She began to imagine how many words in all the languages around the whole world were held within their pages… Trillions no doubt..

She marvelled at how those words, first were thoughts, each one plucked from the ‘Ether’, ‘the Field’ of intelligence within the consciousness, from within the mind of their creators. Each a story formed in fact or fiction from imagination.

How expertly those authors weaved their stories into the minds of those who read them. Each touching you in ways which left imprints of their stories which could make you either laugh or cry, or form your beliefs as you delved into the archives of historical events.  So often the woman found herself caught up within those stories, she could hear the voices of those characters which were given a life of their own through the skill of the authors who had created them. As she too felt their pain and heartaches, their joys and happiness through words written on a page.

Looking at the closed book she thought upon the journey it had taken her through. But the woman also knew each had their own journey, their own story, not all were written in books, but each story was recorded none the less.

Every chapter of our lives held within the Cosmos, even those long forgotten. Each story telling a different version of ourselves via the different characters we inhabited, all fractals within the same book, held within the Cosmic Library,    imprinted within the conscious memory we held within ‘The Field’ that contains all things..

The woman stood to return the book from the bookshelves, she slotted it back into the space she had taken it from.. So many books!, So many Stories!, The victims and the hero’s, the emotional highs and lows… The thought of all of those stories in that moment overwhelmed her.. How many has she been part of?…. She needed air…

She walked outside, as a cool wind blew her hair from her face as she busied herself refilling the bird feeders with nuts and seeds.  She instantly felt refreshed.

Even the birds had their stories, she watched them now as she retuned inside how they were now squabbling as they jostled for their positions on the feeders.

What was it we all wanted from our Stories?…

Some humans were just like the birds, jostling for their positions, as they climbed their ladders of success, pecking at anything that threatened their territory or position. While others more timid watched and waited for an opportunity to arise, side-stepping the aggressive ones.

Humans were far more complicated than Birds, surely?

She wondered what would stand out most in her own story? One thing she did know, she now understood what words she needed to create which would be written within her own final chapters.

The woman wondered if others knew what they were busy creating within their stories?….

It all began with a thought after all..

Their own endings depended upon what they were concentrating upon.  She hoped they were visualising a Happy Ending!..

Perhaps she had already done too much thinking for today.

How could one ever begin to explain a Quantum World of Metaphysics when so many were squabbling over nuts.

She returned to her bookshelf and plucked out another book…

Another Story, for another Day…

Listening~ Staying Centred Within.

 

Thank you all for your Drum beats

The Woman now listened to the storm which ragged outside of her window, and felt the one brewing around the world..  Mother Earth was speaking loudly to all and was roaring to be heard.  But most were ignorant of her painful cries and had no idea how even she was being manipulated to perform to another pipers tune.

Mother was ready to crack, which would send shock-waves around the globe like never before.

But all would come to pass, as another cycle in our evolution came full circle. The woman understood she was here as a witness. The crumbling was evident, unrest was rife.  

Balance was the Key, this system had been born by side taking— to drive a wedge with the only aim to divide and rule.. The systems were now failing— A Lie— created with mathematical precision. The biggest Lie yet to be revealed.

The Signs were all there for those with eyes to see them. And the great sign in heaven now two years past.

She understood her role, she needed to keep balance, and hold that peace within, and send it to those darkest hearts. 

Now all the woman could do was look at herself. Stripped bare to her bones, her roots. 

She called upon her ancient ancestors, those first star seeds and guardians whose actions were entwined within her own to help discover the true seed of her soul.

It was time to unite both past, present and future to better know ourselves.

The woman took a deep breath as she centred herself, she closed her eyes and began her chanting to the beat of her drum.. And she knew all was well in her world, So long as she held onto that Peace Within..

May you ALL Walk in the Beauty of Love and Light And keep that Sunshine in your Hearts. 

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“Upon suffering beyond suffering: the Red Nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for a sick world.

A world filled with broken promises, selfishness and separations.

A world longing for light again.

I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole Earth will become one circle again.

In that day, there will be those among the Lakota who will carry knowledge and understanding of unity among all living things and the young white ones will come to those of my people and ask for this wisdom.

 I salute the light within your eyes where the whole Universe dwells.

For when you are at that center within you and I am that place within me, we shall be one.”

~Crazy Horse~

( This statement was taken from Crazy Horse as he sat smoking the Sacred Pipe with Sitting Bull for the last time, four days before he was assassinated),.