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 who I love and 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
Time passes by the clock ticks and tocks, my solar plexus fills with warm ripples of loving emotion, as the time comes closer to being with you, alas to soon the time beckons for us to be apart the hungry maggot awakes, feeding on my regret at leaving you gnawing at my emotions, my longing to be with you again begins before I depart, time can be so cruel.
Time ebbs away as our hearts and lips embrace, a serene moment in time, if only time would not tick and tock, then we can manifest the serenity of love in the moment, time falling into slumber but physical time moves forward in motion, our bodies will fade and die, time can be so cruel, the truth is our love will live forever within the mind of eternity, as I think of you let our hearts not grieve for each other when we are apart, let our hearts be mindful of our love vanquishing the cruelty of time.
Stephen Rowlands. 11/02/18
In my weakness I embraced humility and it became my greatest strength, and in my strength I found my truth, a child of creation born from the stars, as all are creation, no greater than the sky no lower than the dirt, gifted and flawed acceptance of myself and others is my virtue, and by the grace of creation go I, on mother earth I stand reaching out to the sky and stars above, balance in heart and mind, with humility as my guide.