I think, I am, I be fine. ~Jenn

I think, I am, I be fine. ~Jenn

Most mornings, I go outside with my journal; sometimes with a cup of coffee or tea, sometimes alone in my bliss. There is a vortex or void in the pre dawn morn. A space of true and peaceful bliss. This is when I am one with all. Sitting on the edge of the deck, close to my willow tree whispering to sweet mysteries of life and love, I find my center and my bliss. So I write as the words flow through me. That silence in the stillness before the sun peeks over the distant mountains, I am God in all the beauty and grace. Words can’t describe it, nothing can really. It is a beam of loving light that pierces through, in and around me, embracing me with a gentle tenderness.

At times, when I am writing that feeling comes to visit and the words feel not of my own. It is a breathless breath of the fresh air and sweetest of moments. Heart opens wide and the silence embraces me completely. These are the moments of silence secrets dwell. When I pull out of the human flesh and become the true sense of what we are all… just energy. That breath or spark of light. That moment made of a smile that brighten up the darkness of times; The laughter between strangers and instant friends; if only for that short moment, like passing carts in a grocery store. The settle perceptions of depth unknown, yet takes the human dimension to the place of understanding and unity. Supporting through the presence of touching the other’s essence, knowing when the other needs a reminder to breathe. So wrapped in the human perspective and the joyous angst, that a simple hello can make one jump.

I have so much to do, yet here I be. Centered in the moment of now. Consciously reminding myself to breathe. Ah, the divine be so much. Love. I close my eyes and feel my heart sing, humming the internal wise note of harmony.

Collapsing walls of time bring all into one, as I have seen, felt and relived the past situation in this one or does that make it into this one now or is all time truly just this moment and the reflections of the past are really the reflection of the internal dream within the dream projected into the here and now dimension. I digest no more.

With eyes closed, It is hard to know myself. Lines blurred. So I simply remain present in this moment and remind myself again to breathe.