Tag: process-of-understanding

  • Coming to You Soon Through Understanding

    Dream-process-understandingThis phrase was in my dreams last night. It struck such a chord with me, that I remember thinking about it in my dream and, apparently, it stuck in my consciousness somewhere.

    On the way to 24 Hour Fitness at 5:30am today, I was pondering – Coming to You Soon Through Understanding, the process of understanding, and a relative of mine that seems incapable of self-reflection.

    The normal process of understanding is a pale reflection of the power that inquiry, self-reflection, insight and revelation bring to the soul’s unfoldment. To change the deep programming and convictions that exist in the soul requires us to be powerfully affected by reality – what’s real.

    Thinking about change, adopting strategies to live by, positive affirmations, and the like are not enough to dissolve fundamental beliefs and misunderstandings that keep the soul from knowing and living a realized life.

    Coming to You Soon Through Understanding – Self-Realization. That’s how the dream ended. When I first heard the phrase in the dream it was like an advertisement. I was wondering, in the dream, what are they promoting. (I suppose “they” are actually me since it was my dream)

    The relative, I mentioned earlier, is a constant source of contemplation for me. It boggles my mind that a person can absolutely believe that the problem always resides in the other. There seems to be an inability  (beyond the question capacity) to actually be able to look at oneself from a place of openness and curiosity. There isn’t even a spark of interest or desire to explore the possibilities of the self and the world being more than one imagines it to be.

    There is nothing quite like the wonderment, the bedazzlement and the delight of revelation through understanding.

    Of Interest – perhaps

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    Here is something I don’t understand
    Spacer often love carries a brand
    Circle K or rocking bar
    Spacerdefining whose or what we are
    A burn on the hip; a name off the lip
    Spacerpossessiveness and ownership
    Some confine love to the head or the bed
    Spacerand try to improve it with something they’ve read
    Many believe that love can be given
    Spacerto and from it others feel driven
    Do you think we pick and choose
    Spacerthat love is something we can use
    Something earned and often planned
    Spacersubject to payment on demand
    When love’s a commodity traded around
    Spacerit’s no fucking wonder it can’t be found
    It can’t be given or sent to a friend
    Spacerthose thinking this are around the bend
    Our minds will never figure love out
    Spacerthe paradoxes keep it in doubt
    Love is more a taste or a flavor
    Spacermaking our life something to savor
    The seers and sages down through the ages
    Spacerphilosophers, prophets, and even the mages
    Say love is the very fabric of life
    Spacerit can’t be divvied up with a knife
    It’s finer than silk or gossamer wings
    Spacerpenetrating even the densest of things
    This includes you and certainly me
    Spacerand it isn’t subject to any decree
    Love is the Life, blood of the soul
    Spacercomplete in itself, making all things whole
    Swelling the chest, melting the breast
    Spacerthe heart’s beloved wandering guest
    A bee to the flower, a moth to flame
    Spacerblessing all with only one name
    O! that the selfish, lonely and cruel
    Spacerwould come and steal this precious jewel
    The alchemy of this hoarded treasure
    Spacertransforms a man of any measure
    The strong go weak; the powerful meek
    Spacerthe lamb and the lion dance cheek to cheek
    Revelers bathe in liquid moon shine
    Spacerhearts are drunk on rosewater wine
    Drunkards are dancing; children are prancing
    Spacerwounds and hearts the Guest is lancing
    The beat of the drum; the flute and its hum
    Spacersweetens us up like a ripened plum
    Love cascades in a quiet crescendo
    Spaceropens the door and enters the window
    Love is an ester flooding the room
    Spacermaking us all a bride and a groom
    No one is spared; nectar is shared
    Spacermore and more bosoms are being bared
    The heart is birthing; constantly mirthing
    Spacerthe mystery, IT is unearthing
    Flickering light; darkening night
    Spacercuriosity quickens the heart’s delight
    Rose1The night is afire, a joyous choir
    Spaceran ecstatic dance within this pyre
    The fire dies down, we don a green gown
    Spacerdeciding to take this party to town
    Smiles on our face, we spill from this place
    Spacerletting the children set the pace
    We make a great noise, disregard poise
    Spacerand giggle at all our conduct annoys
    The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
    Spacerwill never again be our heartbreaker
    Love is no longer tied to a thought
    Spaceror seen as something that must be sought
    Love is what we’re never without
    Spacerregardless of all we’re bitching about
    So I hope these words in part convey

    Good God! I forgot what I started to say!!!

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