Blending To BE~ Yourself.

Blending to BE

You know how at times words come and they go?

Today was such a day some words came to flow

They jumped from the page as soon as I spoke

And now here once again with pen they are wrote

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“Blending to Be” were the words that did jump

They echoed and rattled my brain with a thump

As I churned them over, what did they mean

These little three words what meanings to glean

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To BE or not to BE, we all know that Quote

So why are these words itching to be wrote?

To BE in the moment, to BE in the now

Blending them together, a questionable how

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Blending is mixing, like colours in a pot

My mind grasped the words unravelling a plot

If I am to BE, then what is it I’m from?

I blend the words more, before my focus is gone

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We’re taught we are separate each journeying alone

Some born to thrive, while others become clones

Conditioned in a system that tells you how to BE

We work hard to succeed in our slave debt society

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So why do these three words speak to me so loud?

To BE successful, important, or just to BE proud

Means nothing if not Blended with the BE of yourself

The essence of compassion, and love are true wealth

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You first have to BE comfortable within your own skin

True wealth and happiness you’ll find from within

To Blend and feel love, as you open up your heart

Expanding with Light, as you forgive ALL the Dark

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So “Blending to BE” yourself, is the best you can BE

To BE means to focus, The Now is the Key

Each moment is precious, so Blend your time well

We’re only given a short window in Earth’s Magic spell

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 This poem was written 7^th February after writing Blending to BE words in a comment on someone’s blog post.  These words then jumped back up at me, and I knew I had to write a poem about them.. Soon after as I awoke in the middle of the night, I reached for my journal and the above poem was born..

The image of the BEE mandala, I painted around a month ago and I thought now was the time to connect the BEE with the BE…

BE—- LOVE. 

Watercolour Art By © Sue Dreamwalker

 

 

 

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. 

The Best Christmas Gift Each Can Give 💝🎁💝

This will be my last post this side of the New Year..  I just want to take this opportunity in thanking all my WordPress Family,from far and wide across the World.

Thank you for the love you have shared, the patience you have shown, and for sharing your own journey’s with mine. I have so enjoyed getting to know you all and I feel I can call each and everyone of you friends.

Thank you to those who are recent followers who have yet to introduce themselves, I will try to explore your own blogs more next year. 

I thank you for all your wonderful comments and making 2019 such a wonderful Year on Dreamwalker’s Sanctuary.

 

Wishing you special Christmas Blessings,

May the gifts you receive be what you wished for.

But more importantly are the gifts you give of yourselves as you share your hearts,

your love and your kindness among others…

These are the true gifts each of us await to receive.

 

I will leave you a poem I wrote way back in 1996 , I have shared before.. but its still relevant today as the day I wrote it..

 

Image Credit from https://pixabay.com/

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS.

Christmas is a busy time for the likes of you and me.

We dash about, scream and shout, then decorate the tree.

We rack our brains to buy the toys

For all you girls and boys

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There’s T.V. Adds, Computer fads, well done the manufacturer.

Then we stand and queue,.. yes, to buy that last gift voucher.

Tinsel, glitter, party frocks. Jingle go the tills.

Buy now with your plastic cards, its later you get the bills.

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Oh where is the Christmas Spirit? Oh where is the Christmas joy ?

It’s hard to come out smiling, when Argos has sold the last toy.

At last we’ve wrapped the last present. Santa is packing his sleigh.

The mince pies are out of the oven. And Rudolph’s carrot is on a tray.

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Children sleeping like little Angels, after promising to be good.

Mistletoe hanging in the hallway, waiting for the one you love.

It’s five am. “Has he been?” As Santa’s sack goes bleep!

Squeals of delight on goes the light- No more chance for sleep.

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Wrapping paper thrown aside. Laughing smiling faces.

Turkey, stuffing, Christmas pud. Sweets and chocolate traces.

Good will to all men. Peace on Earth. Christmas carollers sing.

We all of us have special gifts, each of us can bring.

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A pleasant smile. A warm hello. A caring helping hand.

These are the gifts we all should share, to spread across the land.

Kindly deeds. Caring thoughts. Bidding all good cheer.

Christmas Spirit has many forms. Lets make it last all year.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

Thoughts and Prayers for a wonderful Christmas

and a Peaceful and Healthy 2020

Love and Blessings

🎄~Sue~🎄

  [ Sorry but Comments are Closed on this post~See you all in the New Year!] 

Turning Over A New Earth.

Breaking the Earth open with the blade of the spade, turning it over, breathing the perfume it made.  That earthy peat smell, on a crisp Autumn’s morn, working with nature, harvesting plants from seeds born.

Watching the blackbirds pick freshly dug worms. While the underground world slithers and squirms with centipedes and millipedes and grubs so grotesque. There are Worlds within Worlds, all doing their best.   Surviving above as below, each has a purpose and a path to follow. The world keeps on turning like the Earth on the spade, while destiny dictates whose lives end or whose are made.

 Spiders webs glisten in early morning dew, a marvel of engineering you or I couldn’t do. The lesson in patience in a trap that’s been spun, I apologise for their destruction, all the webs I’ve undone.  Life is always changing, evolving to grow, we think little of the chaos or think of its blow – to the tiny creatures whose lives we disrupt, as a spade turns the earth as their little world erupts.

So Who are WE on this tiny Blue Dot, the place called Earth-just a Universal spot, no bigger than a full stop in a Galaxy of Stars. We think we are superior in our Specimen Jars.  An experiment in a library of all living things, to experience matter, creating all the emotions it brings. But much like the Spider whose web we get caught, we are now trapped within our own ‘Karmical’ thought! As around and around in the wheel we do spin, until we understand the Key lies within.

For to change our outer-world we too must dig deep, unearthing and releasing those emotions we keep. Raising our Vibration is no easy task. Removing the layers and peeling back the Masks. The time now has come where we all need a spade, as we each dig deeper to find of what our hearts are made.

We all have a choice, now its WE who must choose, it’s time to Wake Up, for too long we’ve snoozed. Do we want Harmony? Or do we want Hell? Choosing kindness over Anger is one way to break the spell.  Ascending means rising, so lift up your Hearts. The Raising of Consciousness needs all to take part.

So my friends its all down to us, by altering our thoughts as we learn to love all, we transform ourselves as those frequencies fall. We vibrate and shift as our evolution does spin, this is a fight we must not fail to win.   For the battle was foretold of what to expect, if we give in to greed and our souls we neglect.

I am a work in progress, just like you, and each has their agenda to follow on through, we all have a choice because we were given Free Will, I woke up and  I chose to swollow the Red Pill.  I am but one light in a billion of stars that woke up to remember we are all Avatars. On a journey to remember and break ourselves Free, will you join me in this endeavour on this journey with me? To lift the world, we first must dig deep, turning over what we knew, in this illusion we keep.

Good luck in your seeking as you work with intent, know that we manifest and receive back what is sent, and as you let go of anger and fear, your hearts will expand and bring joyful tears.  So, break out of old habits, stop living in the past. Love and Forgive, remember this Is our Task. For we came to remember just who we are. Those that ‘Know’ we came from the Stars.   The time now has come to take hold of that spade, turning over a New Earth, in this our Upgrade..

Love and Blessings to Each and Every one.. 

Photo Credits: from my Library of past posts and free photo sharing domains.

Wake Up to Nature And To Ourselves

 

Wake up to Nature.

Wake up and savour the beauties that abound,

Wake up and honour all life that is around.

We take you for granted, even the air we breathe

Take time to look at the blossoms on the trees

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Look deep into a flower and see the wonders there

Take time to stop and listen to birds in the air..

Watch the glistening water, ripple over stones

Be thankful for the morning, these gifts and our homes

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We take Nature for granted, as she bestows these gifts for free

It’s up to us to look after her, for she’s there for you and me.

What if one day you awoke, and the air you breathed were black?

What happens if nature decides she is fighting back

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And no longer shall the bees pollinate the crops

And no longer will the rain give you those pure drops

Open your eyes, for we work hand in glove

Wake Up, and be thankful, For Nature needs our love

© Sue Dreamwalker 2010-2019

This poem I wrote was first posted in 2010. I know many around our world now are experiencing Mother Nature in her extremes, as she shows us she is not always gentle and giving, but she can be cruel and take, just as how we have been to her, taking of her gifts and not giving back..

The Native  Americans knew how to honour our Earth Mother and would only take that which they needed and always they gave a gift back to her. They spoke many times of these times of great changes in our Earth time line. We are in those times right now.

A poetic interlude as I ponder how to share further my inner most thoughts. 

Love to you all and thank you for your patience.

💕

Let Your Thoughts Paint Your Vision of the Future.

 

 

The alchemy of consciousness that created you and me

Is nudging us to lift our hearts to open and begin to see

That the branches we stand upon within the Tree of Life

Keeps us reaching upwards, as you walk away from strife.

And from the lofty view, as we gaze back upon our path

We see the culmination of our thoughts that create such wrath

So, stand within your power, The elixir of your Light

As you open up your Vision, create a new brand-new Sight.

Know that your thoughts are the paint in all you do

You can either paint in bright colours or allow fear to dim your view.

 

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017 Oct.

A Child’s Imagination is Precious~ Our Granddaughters Poem.

Most of us who are parents or grandparents think our children are just the best..  Because they are in our eyes. Not all children are so lucky.

I want to share with you  a poem written by our now Eight year old granddaughter who wrote this poem in two sessions as we took her to school and back again. She composed this on the journey to and from school in the back of our car as we travelled.

I thought it so good when she read it out to us when we got back home, I said it would be a great poem to take to school on her show and tell day when they take things to school and speak about them.

As it was scribbled hurriedly in its  composition on the note paper you see below, I asked her if she wanted to re-write it on some better paper and in her neater handwriting.. This she did, and she took that copy to school.

Our Granddaughters Poem first draft she scribbled down above. Then aged 7

Her teacher enjoyed it so much as did the head master, that they asked her to read it in their Assembly on their last day of half term, before Halloween. 

So she read it out to the whole school and said ‘Grandma, I used the microphone, but I rushed saying it, as I wanted to get it over with quickly’.

 

So here is our Granddaughters Poem.. She entitled it

MY FRIEND.

Who’s that I hear you say?

 It’s my imaginary friend

It’s Benge.

He comes when no one is around

When he comes he doesn’t make a sound

When he comes he talks to me

To keep me company.

I like company so does he, when I enter his reality.

We enter worlds of make believe

Of Dragons dens made out of leaves.

We play up high and flap our wings

We soar and roar and all those things.

We swoop on down and land on the ground

Up we rise, up up tall,

We’re standing on the castle wall.

Giants come we grab our weapons

To defend the castle.

Our Castle comes with a bridge door

But in our castle there is something more

What could it be?

Let’s explore

But first look inside the bridge door

We find ourselves on the bedroom floor

And my invisible friend has vanished once more.

By our Granddaughter Aged 7 at writing.

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Imagination is something we should all encourage, it is something to be nurtured.

After all Children grow into Adults..

And I am still Imagining a Brighter Peaceful New World.. 

Together Lets DREAM  And Create the WORLD we want our Children’s Children to Grow in Love within.

Have a Blessed Week.