The Journey of my life is my lesson, I have never failed in my life, only learned the truth of my soul, failure teaches us what we are not, gently guiding us to our innermost truth.
Stephen Rowlands 04/09/19
Walking above the rain clouds, my mind elevated to blue sky and sun, the rain falls as past sorrows, above all my sorrows I now see, the vanity of love selfish illusions of a soul to love, wanting someone to love blinded my minds eye to love, all I needed to do was be and grow, in heart and mind the search was not to find love, but to be love, enriching my soul and life.
Walking above the rain clouds, abundance of love in heart and mind, my love for you fills me in a wave of euphoria, enriching all perception of future life with you, we are to be and become, two souls entwined in the destiny of love.
(C) Stephen Rowlands 05/12/18
Opening my heart to all that is draws me closer to spirit, I give thanks for the new day, conscious and alive the new day, brings blessings in abundance, my mind becomes the open unwritten book, I am the creator within the magical genesis of creation, breeze blowing through the trees, connects me to the energy of life, and love of all that is, closer to spirit I am aware.
I offer myself in service to all that is, that I may always work towards the greatest and highest good for all, who seek to be closer to spirit, seeking the greatest and highest good from within myself, manifesting unconditional love my heart full to the brim, I walk with spirit a vocation, a calling, my reason for being, closer to spirit.
To dwell within the moment is fine living, within the moment my mind awakens alive in yesteryear, to the people who I love and have passed away in time, sunshine on leafy trees with gentle breeze, aware my heart with all its love, to know that I was loved, but knowing in the now yesteryear has passed, but the love still remains,of all the people I love who have passed away in time.
Perhaps my life so far has been just a dream, my dream ebbs away into yesterday as I become conscious of the new day, a heart without hurt, a mind without torment, a soul without regret, is surely a miraculous thing as the morning sun heralds in a new day, as I awaken to this new dawn serene in heart and mind, what about my lady is she just a dream, my heart fills with loving warmth as I contemplate the dream, my heart knowing she is my love today and everyday.
My thoughts conspire a new invention to live life as a lucid dream, for the future is the undiscovered country for me to explore, and create with calm mind and good heart, no longer just a dream but a garden of creation as Eden once fabled was, the apple bitten the snake defied, I can now journey on my path with love as my guide.
The journey of the soul is seeking out a place where the heart can call home, if such a place exists in this myriad of possibilities, expectations always fall short of what truly manifests in the meditation of life, memories reflect back like the broken shards of a mirror, strewn on the floor of the mind, the homesick heart knows there is no way back, for the heart is the wanderer, the loner bound in time journeying towards the inevitable fate, as all fades away in our world of matter and time.
Within our mortal existence we accept change as we grow old, because we are mortal it is all we can perceive, but the heart is the inner child timeless and eternal, time is of no importance to the homesick heart, only to be where the heart belongs.
Stephen Rowlands 25/03/18