The Purpose of the Falling Leaf
This may be kind of an askew thought, but while i was standing in Nature this morning with my arms stretched out to embrace life and offer my Gratitude for Life and all that it is, i noticed a single falling Leaf. My self believing that all things are of purpose and divinely connected to the Great “I AM” . . . i pondered this single Leaf’s purpose.
The Leaf is not that much different from who we are. We are Singular, yet we are connected. Most times the consciousness of this dynamic is connected to our perceptions of how we fit in to the “Whole”.
Back to the Leaf . . . . As i watched this Leaf fall i began to understand how it too is connected to the ongoing cycle of life. Many times in Life we are so used to discarding the “Aspects” and “Peoples” of life we perceive no longer serves a purpose. I look at this solitary falling Leaf, and my immediate empathetic knee-jerk response is one of sorrow. It would appear that this Leaf has served it’s purpose and is being sent on to an uncertain resting ground we so often identify as Death. Much like the Caterpillar who must lose it’s life to become a Butterfly, so is this Leaf. Perhaps it is not the visible aspects of this Leaf’s impending service unto life that stands out, but in further examinations it does become quite apparent that the cycle is just that . . . a Cycle.
Though this Leaf did serve it’s “Treely” duties in the gathering of Nutrients, Rain and Sun to feed the Tree, the giving in to this seemingly end does provide the room upon the Limbs that Mother may prepare this Tree for the coming Cycle of Seasons and thus New Growth! This solitary Leaf along with so many countless others will fall to the Earth Mother and begin it’s journey of “Decomposing” that it’s residual Body of Nutrients provide a bed for the coming Spring’s New Growth, such as Flowers, Plants, Fruits and Vegetables. This possibly unnoticed aspect of duty is significant in that this same solitary Leaf is still performing a duty unto life.
I remember the last few months of my Mother’s Life when she was about 98% Paralyzed and completely Bed Ridden. She having always been a Strong, Loving Spiritual and Independent Woman so accustomed to doing for others found the experience to be somewhat demeaning and full of anguish. I used to read to her and have many discussions with her about her plight and circumstances. In my limited visions of attempting to encourage her and lift her spirits, i would always tell her that she has yet to fulfill her duties. Though she was incapacitated in the body, she still had the ability to speak and thus teach. I would tell her that there is still so much more she has to give . . . besides, if God wanted her He knew exactly where to find her! i am so blessed by those cherished moments of her apparent suffering, for i saw a transformation not only in my self and her, but all those around her and all those who were blessed to encounter her. We in life are always in a potentially transformative state of being.
Back to the Leaf . . . as with my Mother, these moments when we take time to notice, we can see the connectedness of all things. With my mother it is the memories and her continual Spiritual presence that is her gift unto my life and that of our entire Family and Community. She still is a dominant influence in Our Spirituality as well as my writing. I am forever Grateful. As with the Leaf it’s purpose, like that of my Mother, it lies perhaps in the “Unseen”, but with all due certainty, it does manifest into the “Seen” . . . and that my friends is “The Purpose of the Falling Leaf”
Blessed be
bill
(c) 30 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
this morning . . .
This Morning
i sit by the ocean and i am listening.
there is a light in the eye of my consciousness . . .
and it is glistening.
in the quiet still contemplations
i touch my peace
and my heart petals open
i give you my fragrance of Love
Thank You
i am humbled yet again
for i am here
This Morning
(C) 29 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
so may i . . .
. . . so may i
i am beautifully endowed
for i have cloaked myself
with the raiment of the word of life . . .
Love
as the Trees without fail
spread their limbs
to embrace the nurturing Light of Thy love
. . . so may i
as their root reaches down
in the dark Mother Earth with constancy
to drink of Thy Spiritual Water of Life
. . . so may i
as they bring forth and Bud
and Blossom that they may
yield their Fruit to all that hunger
. . . so may i
as they flow with the Winds
and yield to the Storms
while groaning and clapping and whispering
to the Song of Life
. . . so may i
may i faithfully as a Tree
reach out to the Heavens
to embrace Life, your Love
without fail
. . . so may i
© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.
are we are . . .
are we are
are we but code in the matrix
that wants to be known
are we the flowers in a garden
of Sacred Seeds sown
are we the music and song
the vibes of life’s lute
are we the Cosmic Logic
one can not refute
are we the color of creation
that struggles to be seen
are we destined or chosen
to see what “IS” means
are we mind that struggles
to unloose it’s chains
are we the life of the future
or the past that remains
are we the joy of the sunshine
that wrestles with the dark
are we the remnants of salvation
apart from the Ark
are we the answers
that we each do seek
are we the mighty lions
who pretend to be meek
are we the creators
of what we wish to be
are we the divine ions
through whose eyes we see
are we what we think
or are we the thought
are we the fulfillment
of what Ancient Soul sought
i tired of asking are we
so this is what i think
cogito ergo sum
is my divine link
for . . .
we are what we be
we are all things
we are the silence
of which all creation sings
we are !
(c) 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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upon the landscapes of life
upon the landscapes of our lives
we will encounter Mountains
we will encounter Rain
the Joys will be many
as will the pains
there will be road blocks
some passed and some not
as we alter our paths
believing this is our lot
in our journey there will be
many flowers and weeds as well
take in the experiences
and the fragrances and smells
some with be uplifting
and others of awful repute
life offers much harmony
and a cadre of dispute
when given the chance
do plant some seed
for the bounty we sow
is our Life’s telling deed
i pray that you encounter
just one good and true friend
and i pray that you find them
heart deep within
upon the landscapes of life
(c) 27 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
my sweet Vanity
my sweet Vanity
Vanity seems to follow me
where ever i may go
and when it’s time for my act
Vanity steals the show
many times i notice her presence
yet times she slips on by
at times i judge her essence essential
and i can’t but help ask why
is it my endless insecurities
and all about me i‘m not sure of
why Vanity appears between “Me and I”
when we are practicing “Self Love”
she even lays and dreams with me
as i ponder all i wish for
i think she takes lessons from “EGO”
at his home within my core
i ask myself should i worry
not sure who will answer me
for all the different colorful voices
offer their own decree
Vanity falls upon her knees
and pleads for much more light
Ego stands and flexes muscles
to exhibit his illusory might
but in the end i must consider
are they ‘me’ as i suspect
Vanity, Ego and the Ethereal Realm
gives cause for my circumspect
my sweet Vanity
(c) 28 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Life's Poem . . .
Life’s Poem
the whole of Creation is but a poem
every syllable, every verse
between the lines there is a message
the blessings and the curse
all things rhyme and work divinely
the cadence and the tone
and in the cryptic speakings
lives the things now yet unknown
there are things that speak of mysteries
we feel within our hearts
some times there are urgings
to make a brand new start
we are here perhaps to contemplate
what we believe is real
but most of all the Poem of Life
allows us for a moment to feel
Life’s Poem . . .
(c) 22 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
my Birth . . .
my Birth
the Womb of my consciousness
is beginning to dilate
as i anticipate
the birth of new life
come about
vanquishing doubt
about what i knew i would come to be
as i diligently
sought the path i should follow
beyond the shallows of my Life’s River
as a true Giver.
into the deep one must go
and submit to the River’s flow
and i weep
for i am grateful
for . . .
the Womb of my consciousness
is dilating
and i am anticipating
my birth . . .
i lay down my life that i may pick it up again . . .
for i have the power to do so . . .
~ JC ~
(c) 26 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
the Door near Silence . . .
the Door near Silence
i walk through that door
into a room with no walls
for i have followed the path
and the music that calls
my soul to come forth
from it’s shadowy night
where my Moon was obscured
by the clouds of my plight
the inner most battles
we all fight sometimes
in the search for Life’s Poem
where all is of Rhymes
Oh, and about that door
waiting for us all
sssshhhhhh, can you heart it
the near silent call
the Door near Silence
(c) 26 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
i think i'll call it love . . .
i think i’ll call it love
i am writing my Life’s Poem
i think i’ll call it love
and with each line and ‘twixt the verse
‘tis you my heart speaks of
i just can’t seem to help myself
not that i wish to bother
for within the soul of who you are
‘tis what i love ‘bove all other
maybe it’s your music
or the colors of your joy
and in the Oceans of my life
your love has been my buoy
to who you are i am grateful
for time and time again
you have been my saving reason
and how one defines friend
i think i’ll call it love . . .
(c) 26 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
notes of love . . .
notes of love
i was writing notes of love to myself
but i was sending then to someone else
that they would send them back to me
adorned . . . enhanced and perhaps exaggerated
that i may feel good about . . .
loving my self
you see . . .
in loving others
you demonstrate the highest evolution . . .
of Self Love . . .
so i send notes to my “self” . . .
notes of love.
(c) 22 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
my Pad and Pen
my Pad and Pen
i have before me paper and pen
in expectation of a write
perhaps this is a metaphor
for “darkness yields to light”
i look within the recesses
of what i believe is Soul
in stillness i listen to whispers
and record what i am told
we may call them revelations
or insights we allow and touch
at times i see my dependence
my pen and pad my crutch
but just the same i am thankful
for all that i go through
for when i employ pad to pen
alive i am anew
with . . .
my Pad and Pen
(c) 22 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
the Shadow Dance
the Shadow Dance
the shadows are dancing
across my path
each step in this journey
i travel i craft
no fault is given
nor taken within
though some may label
my err my sin
just another shadow
being cast my way
for creatures of the night
do fear my day
yes i shall shine
as bright as i can be
for without our light
there is naught to see
so let the shadows dance
and sing their song
i will bring my light
a we will dance along
the Shadow Dance
(c) 21 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
Negril . . .
Negril
on the north side of the island
walking towards West End
the Ocean’s on my right side
there is nothing to defend
the waves languidly lapping
caressing my Here my Now
for Ego has surrendered
with reverence some way, some how
the Sun with love embraces
the divineness of all “BE”ing
the soft gentle breeze dusts off my lenses
and now my Soul is seeing
that all is One and One IS All
as my toes dig in the sand
i have escaped the confines of Self
and now i understand
if i but just let go and be
the limits do not exist
“i am” the genesis of what “i am”
be it anguish be it bliss
in . . .Negril . . .
(c) 22 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
in love . . .
in love
there is something mystical, something metaphysical
when we come together in love
the transcendent energy it ushers forth
brings our belows to above
gratitude, praise and thankfulness
and all those wonderful things
blossoms upon my consciousness
as all existence sings
songs of harmony, songs of joy
that resonates in every heart
infectious is it’s countenance
and we all become a part
of a consciousness that is our truth
as it was and will always be
let us learn to see, be the best
of what is within you and me
in love
(c) 21 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
i'm going . . .
i’m going
there is a sense i have
beyond what i know
and that is the way
i wish to go
where mind of this world
can not discern
for my spirit of “I”
says ‘i’ have much to learn
so now i must gather
my courage and my trust
and put one Soul foot forward
it’s Heaven or bust
this is my quest
that “i” be fulfilled
for upon this landscape
my blood has been spilled
i’m going . . .
(c) 22 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
the feminine divine
the Feminine Divine
the love she felt she did suffer
along her path she found no buffer
that just seemed to be her way
her anguish did not ever cease
and she longed for a certain peace
she knew would come some day
she was filled with an aching hope
that in some way each day she’d cope
that was her only demand
yet deep within her sweet heart’s core
she was endowed with so much more
that she never did understand
yet all that she could ever think of
her solemn loneliness and absence of love
and these thoughts maintained her lament
the shadows always seemed to circle round
her fears and doubts were quite abound
and her heart’s flower lost it’s scent
yet somehow deep inside she knew
that this path she walked was almost through
and her liberation would come to be
and each day our souls express and cry
when we all do ask that question “why”
for ‘tis she who lives in you and me
the feminine divine
(c) 21 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
breathe light
breathe light
our self induced blindness
prevents us from seeing
a certainty of truth
in the core of our being
as we meander through life
in our search for peace
it seems our unrest
will never cease
doctrines and teachings
created each day
to solicit a following
of another dark way
we all see a light
that is ever true
and that light my friend
is found within you
let us start at the Heart
the Chakra of Love
yes, that is the bridge
betwixt below and above
let us walk in compassion
for one another
for all is one family
we’re sisters and brothers
and children we are
of the Father of Light
which was set in the skies
to vanquish our night
so let us not be frantic
in our search my friend
for all that we need
is that light breath held within
breathe light
(c) 23 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
from my way . . .
from my way . . .
the are so many things that i’ve held on
gee how i wish they all were gone
and all the travail they bring about
the dark seeking fears and inner doubt
the memories of errant ways i’ve been
that i call lessons and they call sin
are residually still altering my road
and still remain a part of the load
i bear as i go seeking my course
and try to confuse me with my source
for i ask for daylight and am given night
as i strive each day to Master my light
at times i’m blinded by what’s in me
at times i’m blinded and can not see
delusions abound within my realm
so many truths to capture the helm
but this is what i’ve come to accept
i’ll follow my drum and not decept
or give my self to what they believe
for a goodness beyond is what i conceive
where joy is mine the order of day
and i am content to travel my way
before me goes the way of my heart
and from this path i shall never part
from my way . . .
(c) 21 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
you are beautiful . . .
you are beautiful . . .
they tell me i am beautiful
this much i know is true
for when i look in your eyes
i see the beauty too
for in you i see the possibilities
of all that we can be
like the Tower of Babel
there’s nothing we can’t “BE”
let us do come together
and speak the tongue of Heart
let Love be the only harmony
and we each will play our part
for life is but a symphony
a joy that has no fears
and all notes have a purpose
the laughter, smiles and tears
we are hear to learn my friend
and remember what we know
‘tis not the mind that matters
but how your heart does flow
and . . .
in you i see my beauty
for in truth we all are one
i pray that we come to see this truth
as the collective’s will is done
for darkness is but illusion
that can never rule the day
if we but awaken my child
the time has come to play
life’s garden is awaiting
the joys we’ve shared of old
embrace the best of who you are
within your perfect Soul
you are beautiful . . .
(c) September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
the Sleeper's Song
the sleeper’s song . . .
he sat on the perch of life and deliberately began to bear his soul
and he spoke in a tongue that has not been heard since the days of old
yes he knew the language of the Ancients now hidden
and he was aware that this tongue of light was quite forbidden
but the day has come and he somehow knew this
the invasion of the Darkness had to desist
for many a child would be lost to the war
and that was what he was sent here for
to awaken the sleepers from the mist and enchantment
to sever the chords of illusions dependence
to open the gates before it was too late
for that was the cause of his Soul and fate
the time for song was ebbing once more
yes he had visited upon this dimension before
the story has not changed nor has the game
and he was the keeper of this Holy Flame
a “Gate Keeper” is what they called him
eleven more guarded the abyss’ sharp edged rim
and once again it was he who sounded the Drum
as the sleepers awakened and embraced their sum
the war was beginning betwixt the Ying and the Yang
and you could hear the solemn song as they sang
for eons we have awaited this time and space
and now comes the time when we will see His face
i watched as the fiery light began to dance in the air
consuming all there is, the blight and the fair
and the sleeper’s song began to shred the shroud
and the silence of death danced through the crowd
the words they did utter gave cause to the quake
for now the words has been spoken, and the sleeper’s awake
a sleeper can not sing . . . the sleeper’s song . . .
(c) September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
i can imagine . . .
i can imagine
i can imagine dreams
i have not thought of
i can imagine a joy
that far exceeds love
i can imagine a path
that leads that way
i can imagine this world
come to be some day
i can imagine a garden
where all fruit’s sweet
i can imagine the eternal
in one heart beat
i can imagine the bliss
know by my inner child
i can imagine a world
that know not guile
i can imagine the flowers
aligned on life’s lane
i can imagine a moon
that will never wane
i can imagine a life
of smiles and laughter
i can imagine a “NOW”
as my forever after
i can imagine my “self”
as i imagine you
i can imagine one compassion
in all that we “ARE” and “DO”
for
i can imagine . . . .
at first we dream . . .
(c) September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
through my stained glass window
through my stained glass window
through my stained glass window
i looked to the clouds
they were whispering my name
yet speaking aloud
through my stained glass window
i heard my soul
struggling to remember
it’s ways of old
through my stained glass window
i managed a smile
for someday soon
my inner child
through my stained glass window
will come to be
through my stained glass window
i’ll clearly see
through my stained glass window
i have all that i need
for life is the fruit
and i am the seed
through my stained glass window
i still yet can hear
that still small voice
whispering in my ear
through my stained glass window
life is still ordained
through my stained glass window
i am not restrained
through my stained glass window
© 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
note of love . . .
notes of love
i was writing notes of love to myself
but i was sending then to someone else
that they would send them back to me
adorned . . . enhanced and perhaps exaggerated
that i may feel good about . . .
loving my self
you see . . .
in loving others
you demonstrate the highest evolution . . .
of Self Love . . .
so i send notes to my “self” . . .
notes of love.
(c) 22 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
breathe light
breathe light
our self induced blindness
prevents us from seeing
a certainty of truth
in the core of our being
as we meander through life
in our search for peace
it seems our unrest
will never cease
doctrines and teachings
created each day
to solicit a following
of another dark way
we all see a light
that is ever true
and that light my friend
is found within you
let us start at the Heart
the Chakra of Love
yes, that is the bridge
betwixt below and above
let us walk in compassion
for one another
for all one family
we’re sisters and brothers
and children we are
of the Father of Light
which was set in the skies
to vanquish our night
so let us not be frantic
in our search my friend
for all that we need
is that light breath held within
breathe light
(c) 23 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
my Pad and Pen
my Pad and Pen
i have before me paper and pen
in expectation of a write
perhaps this is a metaphor
for “darkness yields to light”
i look within the recesses
of what i believe is Soul
in stillness i listen to whispers
and record what i am told
we may call them revelations
or insights we allow and touch
at times i see my dependence
my pen and pad my crutch
but just the same i am thankful
for all that i go through
for when i employ pad to pen
alive i am anew
with . . .
my Pad and Pen
(c) 22 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
the Shadow Dance
the Shadow Dance
the shadows are dancing
across my path
each step in this journey
i travel i craft
no fault is given
nor taken within
though some may label
my err my sin
just another shadow
being cast my way
for creatures of the night
do fear my day
yes i shall shine
as bright as i can be
for without our light
there is naught to see
so let the shadows dance
and sing their song
i will bring my light
a we will dance along
the Shadow Dance
(c) 21 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
Negril . . .
Negril
on the north side of the island
walking towards West End
the Ocean’s on my right side
there is nothing to defend
the waves languidly lapping
caressing my Here my Now
for Ego has surrendered
with reverence some way, some how
the Sun with love embraces
the divineness of all “BE”ing
the soft gentle breeze dusts off my lenses
and now my Soul is seeing
that all is One and One IS All
as my toes dig in the sand
i have escaped the confines of Self
and now i understand
if i but just let go and be
the limits do not exist
“i am” the genesis of what “i am”
be it anguish be it bliss
in . . .Negril . . .
(c) 22 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
no Baggage allowed
no Baggage allowed
as i walked through the wood i listened
to the sounds of Autumn come about
as the Acorns feel to the Mother
Her embrace left little to doubt
Yes, we will all return from whence we come
this much i believe is certain
for soon comes the time in the life of man
when the Show is over and drawn is the curtain
yes, we must all eventually submit
this body we have used in the “Journey of Soul”
with hopes that we can forward our memories
and the lessons this life has told
but as the acorn who falls to the Earth
there is “no Baggage allowed”
as we submit to the Journey to come
as does Sun Light to each and every Cloud
for this is how we learn our Light
and that Life will surely endure
as we but let go and allow self
to pass through this dimension’s door
no Baggage allowed
(c) 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
if i should live . . .
if i should live . . .
if i should live a thousand lifetimes
a million more may come
for endless seems the journey
where we will know our sum
i’ve journeyed through the meadows
the mountains and the wood
seeking soulful answers
and gathering what i could
and through the paths i’ve traveled
the goodness is abound
discovering life’s fragrance
in the silence within sound
what i’ve come to understand
in life’s indelible sweet embrace
all the things i wish to know
are found in every space
so . . .
if i should live a thousand lifetimes
a million more may come
for endless seems the journey
where we will know our sum
for . . .
the joy is in the journey
and the way we choose to go
the divine is like the river
and to the Ocean we must flow
if i should live . . .
© 2010 : Williams S. Peters, Sr.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Visiting Stillness
Visiting Stillness
Stillness is a place of “BE”ing. When was the last time you stopped in for a visit . . . . or even a listen ? She does not live far from us. As a matter of fact her abode is right next door to Love! Why they live so close you can hear Love’s Chatter and her “Loud” Music right through her walls. They also have a yard that is connected that all of their children can play together without any fences to contain them.
I just came back from a visit and as i exited her abode, i was immediately confronted by a world full of Noisysome (new word) Voices. I must say that i was ok with it, for stillness gave me a gift this fine morning. She told me a story about Peace, her Twin Brother. She told me of his life and the many trials he had faced in his evolution to where he now resides. She pointed out that Peace was where he was today because of the Character he had found in his many battles. He always was such a dreamer, but he firmly stood on his faith to know that all things shall come to pass. As she was speaking of her sibling, i somehow identified with his persona and saw him as myself. I too believed, i too held on to my faith in spite of the trials and stumbling blocks that life allowed to litter my path. Oh yes, there were times i really wished to quit, however, there was this magical energy that came to my spirit and picked my head back up that i may once again regain the focus upon my dreams and aspirations.
After leaving her yard and again traveling my path, i felt reassured and somewhat fulfilled. That is not to say that i did not have questions, for during my visit, my inquisitive Mind saw fit to take a nap. I guess he was bored for he could not speak during Stillness’ story about the Life of Peace. But no doubt, as soon as we were outside of the door, he woke up extremely refreshed and ready for the journey we are now on. Here i thought he was completely asleep, but he must have heard some of the story. He told me how much he enjoyed the visit and the story of the Life of Peace and how invigorated he now felt. I smiled at him and embraced his uniqueness, for he certainly had a way with words, this i must admit. My question to him was always about his intent and the validity of such. Was he again being facetious for his own selfish motives . . . or was he sincere and just how long that would last. After deliberating for a minute about where he was and where he was going i found that it was a bit unsettling to judge.
Well, this is as much as i wish to speak of at the moment, for thus doing does takes me away from this place of “BE”ing that was gifted to me by my friend Stillness who lives right next door to Love and her divine story about her Brother . . . Peace. Until my next visit, i wish you Joy . . . .their Cousin who lives across the street.
Blessed Be
bill
(c) December 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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S_T_R_E_T_C_H
Stretch
The word for today for me is “Stretch”. I share this with you. Physically if we “stretch” we increase not only our mobility, but also that of our flexibility and ability . . . . our ability to reach up higher that we have before, even if it is but another centimeter . . . and we as well increase our ability to reach down and perhaps pick up those Gems that lie upon our paths that we were never able to reach or touch in the past. In the compilation of these letters S_T_R_E_T_C_H . . . i attempted to find other meaning, and thus was able to “Stretch” my imagination a bit more than what i awoke with this fine morning. I then transmuted the flavor of my thought into the Spiritual resonance of my “BE”ing. I then began to allow myself to release and flow beyond the walls of my imaginary containment and thus i decided to write . . . . so, in the Now of “BE”ing this is what is coming about.
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond the walls of my Beliefs that i may see what i can discover !
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond my habits and rituals that i may see another way of doing things !
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond the limiting doors of my perceptions of love to see it there is more love for me, as well as if there is more love in me that i may impart it to the world and others !
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond the limitations of Time and will set aside the rules that dictate my “Be”ing and allow me the Freedoms associated with such !
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond my fears of letting go . . . and perhaps in doing so there will be other gifts of life that i will be able to touch and hold and learn to appreciate !
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond my doubts and embrace the arrogance of believing “I Can Do All Things” !
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond small minded thinking that i can not change the world, and commence to do so !
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond my own self denial of Joy and go within and open the doors of my Joy Closet and share it with the things without me . . . i will Be Joy!
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond and touch a tender subject about myself that i protect from harm without and within . . . you know what i mean!
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond will do 1 thing i have never done before . . . . hhhhmmm what could that “BE” ? Requires some contemplation and reflection does it not ?
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond will challenge my boundaries as much as i can remember to do so !
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond will collect nor gather any self demeaning attitudes or burdens to carry forth in my life . . . i will observe, inspect and then let them go, for the limit my possibilities of “Be”ing
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond just to do so ?
I today . . . “NOW” will “Stretch” beyond and allow my “Beyonds” to be in the “NOW”!
STRETCH
(c) December 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.
www.innerchildenterprises.com
www.innerchild.ning.com
I turned my light on.
I turned my light on. I then embarked on a life quest journey within. I went into the darkest recesses of self . . . seeking resolutions to the who of who “I Am”. Yes, i wanted to know all of who “I AM”! Deep, and i meant deep in the corners of obscurity i saw a little child, cowering from my light. Feeling a kin ship with this being i approached with the care one would exhibit to any young child. I realized as i approached, that this child was deftly afraid. Afraid of Life perhaps ? . . . or me ? . . . Light ? or maybe just afraid of contact due to his isolation from these things. I could feel this child as if it was my own. I felt an unexplainable empathy and love for this poor apparent waif who was all alone. I reached out and spoke these three words . . . “You are Loved”! Just then the Child lifted his head up and gazed directly and deeply into my eyes . . . into my soul. He touched some common string of existence between us. I was puzzled but not to be deterred, for i knew that i knew love!. The child seemed to lighten up a bit as i approached. His face was a bit recognizable as i drew closer. I could feel an especial connection between us. I spoke from my spirit with all intent of goodness and compassion to this child about my intent to be of help. The child’s countenance became even brighter as i spoke of Trust, Faith, Love, Light and Hope.
I reached out my hand in all earnesty to connect, to bond with the heart of this child, and then, something magical happened . . . the Child who seemed so isolated and dismayed reached out. Upon our hand touching each other the child lifted his face from the recesses of obscurity and i had a divine epiphany. I began to cry incessantly, for i realized that the child i had found so deep within my self, the child that withdrew from life because of fear, hurt, lack of trust, lack of love and understanding of his life’s experiences was none other that “ME”!
(c) 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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Friday, September 10, 2010
The Sage and the Disciple
The Sage and the Disciple
There was a Wise old Sage. He had a disciple. Their relationship was quite “symbiotic”. The Disciple was an eager learner as the sage was a very Continual Flowering Teacher. He was always flowing out with Knowledge and Wisdom. Oft’ times the Disciple would experience much confusion or lack of understanding of a thing or principle and he would always ask the question “Why”. Invariably the Wise old Sage would always answer with “Because”. And as we children have done in play many a time ourselves with our childhood friends, we have become joyfully immersed in hat age old “tit for tat” exchange of “Why” and “Because”. Being a “symbiotic” exchange such as it is, it is reflective of the Cosmic Principles of “Cause and Effect”. If i ask “why” you can always answer the question with a “because”, and my natural retort would be “Why” for my questions seemingly was yet answered nor fulfilled. The cycle of Query – Response can be endless. However it may appear, as most appearances go there is a finiteness to this incessant loop . . . and the finite answer will ultimately lead you to and infinite and unbinding place of “Self” and it’s endless and Infinite Qualities and Possibilities”.
The actual answer to our “Whys” really is what it is . . . “ B E C A U S E ”! The unfortunately aspect of understanding of what “Truly Is” becomes inherently deficient because of our Empirical and Temporal Based Perceptions.
One day, the Disciple formulated the question we all ask at some point in our lives. When we pursue the understanding of ourselves and our relationship to the World and all Creation, we all eventually will ask that famous age old question . . . “Why Am I Here? Well the Wise old Sage again in all due Seriousness, Reverence and Truth simply said BECAUSE ! What the Disciple did not understand what simply this !
What the Sage gave to him was not One Word, but a Phrase . . . BE – Cause. Simply put the answer to all of our plight, when we ask that question “Why” is to Be the Cause . When we embrace this Actualization of Self, we are thrust directly into the Ocean of Life without having to go through every little Stream of Consciousness, every Babbling Brook of Thought, Every River of Trials and Tribulations. In the acknowledgment of this simple Truism lies the Root of what every Human Being comes to acknowledge. We have the Power of Change if we Become the Cause of it! We usually find ourselves in a life that is subject to the “Effects” of Circumstances and Individuals who are CAUSE!
This is when we feel Powerless . . . simply Because we have allowed it and give it permission to continue as so, and thus here we are again asking “WHY” ! . . . Why ME ?
In conclusion, i implore and humbly submit to each of us to explore our “Greater Beings”, the Magical Creative Souls we are! Become the Cause of our Lives! In thus doing so we will still continue to “Play” the “Game of Life” . . . “Why and Because”. But i promise you it will be too “Short Lived” to enjoy for you will be busy “Being the Cause” of Joy, Happiness, Abundance, Love or Misery, Despair, Anger, Hate, Anguish, Depression etc. and whatever you choose for your “Self . . . or for Others who are subject to “EFFECT”! . . . the Victims . . .
Life is truly the Choices we make and the Cause we Champion. Make it happen and “BE” !
Do not be like the Student sitting in front of the Sage still attempting to figure this one out.
Go out and . . .
Be - Cause !
There was a Wise old Sage. He had a disciple. Their relationship was quite “symbiotic”. The Disciple was an eager learner as the sage was a very Continual Flowering Teacher. He was always flowing out with Knowledge and Wisdom. Oft’ times the Disciple would experience much confusion or lack of understanding of a thing or principle and he would always ask the question “Why”. Invariably the Wise old Sage would always answer with “Because”. And as we children have done in play many a time ourselves with our childhood friends, we have become joyfully immersed in hat age old “tit for tat” exchange of “Why” and “Because”. Being a “symbiotic” exchange such as it is, it is reflective of the Cosmic Principles of “Cause and Effect”. If i ask “why” you can always answer the question with a “because”, and my natural retort would be “Why” for my questions seemingly was yet answered nor fulfilled. The cycle of Query – Response can be endless. However it may appear, as most appearances go there is a finiteness to this incessant loop . . . and the finite answer will ultimately lead you to and infinite and unbinding place of “Self” and it’s endless and Infinite Qualities and Possibilities”.
The actual answer to our “Whys” really is what it is . . . “ B E C A U S E ”! The unfortunately aspect of understanding of what “Truly Is” becomes inherently deficient because of our Empirical and Temporal Based Perceptions.
One day, the Disciple formulated the question we all ask at some point in our lives. When we pursue the understanding of ourselves and our relationship to the World and all Creation, we all eventually will ask that famous age old question . . . “Why Am I Here? Well the Wise old Sage again in all due Seriousness, Reverence and Truth simply said BECAUSE ! What the Disciple did not understand what simply this !
What the Sage gave to him was not One Word, but a Phrase . . . BE – Cause. Simply put the answer to all of our plight, when we ask that question “Why” is to Be the Cause . When we embrace this Actualization of Self, we are thrust directly into the Ocean of Life without having to go through every little Stream of Consciousness, every Babbling Brook of Thought, Every River of Trials and Tribulations. In the acknowledgment of this simple Truism lies the Root of what every Human Being comes to acknowledge. We have the Power of Change if we Become the Cause of it! We usually find ourselves in a life that is subject to the “Effects” of Circumstances and Individuals who are CAUSE!
This is when we feel Powerless . . . simply Because we have allowed it and give it permission to continue as so, and thus here we are again asking “WHY” ! . . . Why ME ?
In conclusion, i implore and humbly submit to each of us to explore our “Greater Beings”, the Magical Creative Souls we are! Become the Cause of our Lives! In thus doing so we will still continue to “Play” the “Game of Life” . . . “Why and Because”. But i promise you it will be too “Short Lived” to enjoy for you will be busy “Being the Cause” of Joy, Happiness, Abundance, Love or Misery, Despair, Anger, Hate, Anguish, Depression etc. and whatever you choose for your “Self . . . or for Others who are subject to “EFFECT”! . . . the Victims . . .
Life is truly the Choices we make and the Cause we Champion. Make it happen and “BE” !
Do not be like the Student sitting in front of the Sage still attempting to figure this one out.
Go out and . . .
Be - Cause !
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Free E-Book : the Wind, the Mountain and the Sage.
This humble offering i share with you is the results of my recent Tour encompassing Utah (Provo Canyon, Canyon Lands, Salt Lake City, Moab and Sundance), Arizona (to include the Grande Canyon, Cottonwood, Petrified Forrest, Glenn Canyon and the Colorado River and Sedona), New Mexico (Taos, Sante Fe, Carson National Forrest, The Rio Grande Gorge etc.).
There were many other sights in between that i feel so humbly graced and blessed to have been a witness. This offering is something i had / have to share. The beauty i witness will not be still nor quiet within my Soul nor Spirit. I do hope you find all of this work moving and enjoyable. Please do pass it on.
I wish to take this special moment in time to offer a deep and humble thank you for Mrs. J. Probst for being such a wonderfully gracious host and offering her home to me a a basis for this wonderful adventure in life.
Blessed Be
namaste'
bill
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