Love is Happiness – Capturing Moments in Time – Hoping to Lift Your Spirits Up – Rainbow Warrior
We are not supposed to say what we feel.
We fear that in doing so,
We will expose ourselves too much;
That we might lose in the very same game that we ourselves choose to play.
We long for connection, but deny it to ourselves.
We prefer superficiality to guard ourselves from any pain.
We choose emptiness, at the slightest idea of missing someone.
But, I ask you this, do you really feel alive?
~gg
A ladder leading to the skies.
Mobs of souls waiting to ascend to the heavens.
Reviewing lessons, and reminiscing about joyful moments now in the past.
We wait.
We look around the sea of people, anxiously excited to get to the top.
We take several steps.
We speak and dream of the excitement that awaits.
We continue moving upwards in an orderly fashion for our turn.
We have been here so many times, yet we always yearn for more.
The sky above us glitters.
We move upwards, and finally it’s our turn.
Our team of souls now entering the rocket seats, side by side, hand in hand.
We shoot straight vertically upwards in a 90 degree angle to the skies.
And enjoy the twists and turns, dips and circles, of this ride,
Called life.
Strange things happen sometimes.
Weird unimportant moments having to do nothing with our daily life stay with us; shock us.
Jogging at day break. Leaves magically drifting to the ground.
I continue on.
Fireflies dancing under the swaying leaves of the trees. Wind caressing my face in a warm welcome.
I continue on.
Running faster, I hear the screeching train tracks overhead.
Something is different. The lighting is not the same. Something about the way the universe is breathing has changed.
I continue on.
The fruit flies frantically warn flying in a repetitive but circular motion above my head.
Yet, I do not listen.
I continue on.
At a distance, I can see a man walking a dog.
I try to listen with my eyes yet feel nothing.
I continue on.
I come face to face with the dog walker.
I cannot look into his sunglass covered eyes, but an awkward fear sets in as I attempt a nod.
I continue on.
I feel his intrusive energy, trying to get inside me.
His energy dark. Dense. Hovering over me.
I continue on.
I feel perplexed. How can someone have made me feel so utterly naked?
I continue on.
I leave his body behind, but his presence, his darkness, still remains, lingering.
I continue on.
Heaviness on my shoulder. What is this?
I continue on.
~gg
Passion, take me where I am meant to be.
I will walk through fire to be with you.
Through you, there is clarity.
With you, there becomes a heaven on earth.
Desire is merely your voice calling; although some will avoid your whisper out of fear, as if attempting not be mesmerized by a siren’s chants.
The sun burns from you, releasing onto the earth a touch of magic.
Wherever you are, love overflows.
Your one true desire is to bring forth dreams by pouring yourself into each and every moment.
You are the spreader of the beautiful seeds of creation through the colorful spectrum of the rainbow.
You are the blissful partner of the higher self.
Follow your dreams, follow your passion.
~gg
Picture taken by me in Homestead, FL on May 21, 2016
This song stirs up so many memories of my childhood.
The memory starts with a 4 year old me holding this antique wooden jewelry box. The box is rectangular and hand painted in an egg shell color with a soft touch of pastel colored flowers on it. I inhale and exhale the beauty of the hand made jewelry box, and I breathe.
When the box is opened, a soft piano style melody starts playing, and I see a tiny ballerina doll at center back part of an inner stage. The ballerina is gracefully doing slow pirouettes to the tranquil ballad, and I breathe.
As I open this box and revere the doll as she dances, I see faces of my past, people I have loved and lost; those which remain as only a faint but loving memory, and I breathe.
I see them smiling at me, and I smile back. Only to know that they are neither here, nor there, and I breathe.
As the music continues, I hear the ocean waves creeping up to kiss the shoreline, and then feel it swiftly rushing away, as if in a dance, over and over again, washing away the memories, in a final act of asking ever so softly, that I finally let them go, and I breathe.
This memory which reminded me so much of the jewelry box’s melody, was inspired by a beautiful song, that for me, was about letting. The song is called “breathe – 528HZ”:
You can listen to this beautiful song by Spirit Sounds, if you follow this link below:
http://truespiritsounds.bandcamp.com/track/breathe-528hz
Some say that some of us are sleep walking through life, unaware of our surroundings.
We are deaf to the music of the earth; Unaware of the music of the rainbow colored birds that surround us; too asleep to hear the graceful dance of the trees’ leaves, as the wind softly caresses them.
Blind to the colors of the wild sunset, and to the mermaids playing in the sea. Rainbows abound but no one sees!
The sunrise whispers words of wisdom in the morning, asking us to start our day afresh, but instead we walk in a dead dream state, unaware, unmoved, uninspired, like blind military men marching with no end in sight.
We walk in unison, to the same beat of the drum. Marching unflinchingly complying to man made customs and rules without question.
Why, oh why, can no one see that we are all dead walkers living in a dream?
~gg
I Am Rainbow Gabby 