Tag: spirituality

Eyes that Lie | 10.26.16

She could not see.

With her eyes. 

They were useless as compared to most.

She could not see people’s intentions.

She befriended and loved without agendas.

So she could not see them coming.

And after some pain and disappointments.

She felt her eyes were flawed.

And no matter how hard she tried, she could not see other people’s intentions.

A weakness of hers, she thought.

And so she suffered, wishing she could see and analyze people the same way others could.

So she tried and tried.

And failed and failed.

Until she was tired 

of trying so hard.

So she sat; 

and became still:

Thinking and then

She remembered that for every weakness there is also strength.

That being different sets the extraordinary apart.

So she searched deep within herself,

And when she reached deep inside,  

What she pulled out 

was a sweet treasure;

She had not known that what she had mistaken as a weakness 

Was actually her biggest strength.

A gift of foresight. 

Eyes that could reach out beyond this world.

It is only when she stopped trying to see like everyone else, that she was able to

Embrace the beautiful chaos inside her;

 And harness her power. 

~gg​

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The Sound – 10.29.16


Come outside with me.

Sit for a moment.

Try to breathe deeply, but not through your nose.

Instead, take in the air in with your skin, 

 Taste every molecule with your body,

Like when thirst becomes quenched by a drink,

And in that space of pure oneness,

where breathe becomes one with the feeling of air,

As it moves through your body,

Is when you will notice, 

That everything,

The entire universe,

is just the feeling,

Of sound. 

~gg

True Love Waits – 10.20.16

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We let anger get the best of us.

We have no idea why we feel we must behave a certain way,

When it’s all just a quest,

A voyage to find our lost selves,

We plow through, but forcefully,

Hurting the ones we love,

Unintentionally,

All because our soul is screaming to break free,

But we did not know.

We did not understand.

So we created sparks,

Turmoil and waves,

A collateral damage

Which still remains,

And it’s not until that moment

That it all clicks.

That we could have gotten to our destination,

In another way,

A better way.

There is always, a gentle way,

To seek our truths.

It starts with forgiveness.

~gg

“In a gentle way, you can shake the world.”  ~ Mahatma Gandhi

 

Happiness the biggest illusion of all? 10.13.16


Sometimes I wonder if we actually create are own realities,
Or if we simply learn to see colors where none truly exist.

Could it be that some of us have trained ourselves to see the beauty in everything so that we may simply bear to live our otherwise boring lives full of society based rituals and mundane routines?

 Have we learned to truly enjoy every breath taken? Or have we simply learned to freeze time by converting that one special moment lived into an eternal memory; only a minute within a 24 hour day lived, with the remaining 1,439 minutes of fast paced nonsense spent, and already forgotten. 

All but to rush into bed just to relive that one minute memory, but in a dream.
Could it be that we’ve only become complacent and feel happy simply because we made up our minds up to be? 

Is what we tell ourselves once we’ve learned to love ourselves simply another illusion?

Are we truly the special ones that can transmute darkness into light? Can we truly bring a glimmer of light in the darkest of places, always enchanted by the magic we see in the everyday things?

The optimists, the game changers, the ones that smile through the tears.

Is this true happiness, or simply a coping mechanism?

This is why we must be led by our hearts, and allow ourselves to feel. Feel everything, feel it all, but then address those feelings. Analyze them. Don’t let them leave you and be forgotten without truly understanding where those feelings came from. 

Connecting the heart (our leader) with our minds (our guardian) is the only way to break through the illusions.

Only then is when we can truly find authenticity; true happiness.

~gg

Blind Folded – 9.22.16

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Photographer Unknown
She felt relieved.

His tight grip finally letting go of her arm, having had her pinned down on the floor for weeks now.

She had been unable to move.

Forced to stay still.

In a frozen state,

Made to observe,

The things she’d done.

The sadness she’d caused.

The lies she had told herself.

And it was not until she took responsibility for it,

That he finally released her.

Tears spilled down her eyes as she recognized herself in the mirrors that he had placed before her,

He whispered “don’t be so hard on yourself, you were blindfolded; you didn’t know better.”

And with a small wave of his hand, and as to give her a short break,

Mercury Retrograde smiled and walked away.

~gg

 

 

Deep into the Darkness- 9.7.16

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Picture taken by me, 9/7/16 “You are not forever in the dark. Look up. There’s the Light”

 

I often wonder if nature is a poet.

Painting a picture,

As it portrays a story,

Ever so symbolically,

Of lessons to learn,

Of things to come.

 

The character in this story,

Has limited view of what lies ahead.

A long dark road being enveloped in total darkness,

A lightning storm of conflict building up further ahead.

 

The character is faced with a choice,

Either turn back and run away,

Or find some bravery within him,

And face the chaos that has been waiting up ahead.

 

And as the character approaches this tunnel of darkness,

With unclear and unsettling eyes,

The poet whispers, “go bravely on, this is the way,”

And with a stroke of his brush, paints a magical rainbow high in the skies,

Above the darkest of clouds, to lead the way.

 

Thus depicting one of nature’s favorite folklore tales;

That speak of facing obstacles to find greater opportunities,

That tell us we must go deep into to the darkness, in order to find the light within ourselves.

~gg

The Hidden Path~ August 30, 2016 

Picture taken by me at Muir Woods , CA 8.27.16

Why are we born with a feeling of emptiness ?
Even as children we feel this desperate longing to find happiness outside ourselves.
We walk through an abyss of nothingness,

Trying to get it.

An incredible longing to find true love.

Is it childhood conditioning?

Or is it more than that?

A feeling that drives us, that makes us feel as if though we are searching,

For someone. For something.

So we seek and crawl.

And we love, and lose.

And we learn.

And we keep searching, almost desperately as if thirsting for air.

So we love again, and lose again.

And then finally, through this loss, we learn there’s freedom in letting go,

Unlocking a key to a new self discovery,

A self realization that what we had been  aching for was always sitting inside ourselves.

That what we had always been searching for was our very own soul.

And had we not felt that unquenchable emptiness, we would have never been driven,

To find it.

To awaken.

~gg

Virtual Walls – August 12, 2016

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Artist Unknown

I’m starting to realize just how lonely most people truly are.

Could it be that the warm tenderness we used to feel through human contact has been deeply severed;

Consequences of modern technology, which has intensely crated a false sense of togetherness.

Where we befriend people from afar without getting “too personal,”

Each one of them parading behind a mask;

Acting out their magnificent role on their glorious stage,

A beautiful theatrical performance specifically catered to its audience.

A virtual reality where we can no longer differentiate between truth and deception.

A dangerous story which could leave us vulnerable to unfathomable pain.

And so we choose protection by creating walls that enslave us.

Resulting in our no longer being spectators, but also now participants,

In the very same cold and disconnected world;

leaving us empty;

making us creators of our very own lonely world.

~gg

 

 

Infinity – 8.1.2016

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Sun Analemma in ancient Delphi, Greece. Photographer Anthony Ayuomamitis Source:National Geographic

You feel it, don’t you?

The way the storms move inside your chest?

Does your skin crawl with every breathe you take?

When did you notice it?

That full heaviness that sets in right in middle of your chest.

It’s new, isn’t it?

You don’t even know where it comes from,

Or when it was that it first appeared.

But it’s the interconnectedness of it all.

The feel of the gravitational pull of the earth.

Pushing you forward, setting you onto your destined course.

An infinite oneness;

A mixture of both

joy and the pain;

fear and the love;

And all because….we are one.

~gg

 

 

 

 

Unlocking the Key ~July 28, 2016

picture taken by me July 24, 2016

“If you have all this power,” she urged,  “why don’t you use it to get yourself out of jail? Do something!”

Only moments before he had been showing her how powerful he was by moving objects with his mind.

“I can’t use my power for things like that,” the old man answered, “I am here to live out my purpose.”

He walked away and went inside the court room where he was being tried for murder.

She knew he was innocent.

He, however, was choosing to allow his destiny to unravel itself at the mercy of the universe.

After several hours inside the courtroom he came out smiling, now a free man.

He walked over to her and stated,  “she did her part. She testified even though she barely knew me, and she brought forth evidence that demonstrated my innocence.”

She felt relieved.

She was relieved to know that her sister had chosen not to hold any grudges over him; even though they had just learned he was their estranged grandfather.

She knew how her sister was and she had feared she would chose not to help him.  The old man was a stranger to them.  He had been gone their entire lifetime.

She had not expected for her to come forward, but was pleased that she had, having for a moment felt so so powerless with the inability to intervene.

And then,  reading her thoughts, he looked deep into her eyes and explained,”I was at her mercy. We all have to play our part.”

“You see,” he continued, “each relationship is made up of two pieces. Like if balancing out an equation, each one of us must do our part in accomplishing our piece of the puzzle.”

He further explained, “I had to go to jail even though I could have used my power to influence my innocence. But it was up to your sister to come forward and do her part. It was her part of the lesson.”

She looked at him in awe.  She could not believe he had been willing to stand still.  To have allowed his future to rest in the hands of her sister.

Smiling he nodded and quietly said:

“We must each do our part to accomplish the lesson on boths sides. This is how we unlock the key.  That is how we are able to proceed to the next level…..

And now because of this, I am truly free.”

~gg