I'm in the middle of the picture

lying in the reeds..



The reality of daily life swirls and bustles around us.
We're the center of our reality.
We create our experience.
When we focus on external wants, we're sending those very things away from us.
Be the silent witness.
Let go of your attachments and be free.

the sky turns green

where I end and you begin



hmm.. I can't ever remember seeing a green sky.
Perhaps there is no separation between us at all?

there'll be no more lies
there'll be no more lies

I didn't get it, but now I can see

that there's a way out.
that there's a way out.



It's a process.
Like peeling an onion.
Epiphanies come and go.
Some stay.
Some are fleeting, buried beneath.
Only coming into full understanding
as layers are shed
revealing the purity of
your own essence
beneath
all the crap
you've accumulated over the years.
All the lies you believed about
yourself
and
the
world
in order to fit
into
someone
else's
agenda.

The prison is self-imposed.
Open the door and be free.

I am open, I am welcome

When we realize that the shadows are of our own making
and that we just need to shine light on them
to make them go away.. we become free.

Boxes aren't really necessary.
Where would we put all those boxes anyway?
Just turn the light on,
The shadows will recede.
And those problems you thought were insurmountable,
will disappear.

"The river delights to lift us free,
if only we dare to let go." (Richard Bach)