The Greenscape

I think the place where I touch god is green
I close my eyes and I Am there
Safe in the silence – no damaging thoughts allowed
There will come a day when I will stay in the greenscape
At home with all the other earthly souls who come to rest
For now I take my moments here and there
Enjoying my own little garden of eden

Challenge Your Beliefs

People do not see you as you are
They project onto you visions of themselves
And then they either accept or reject you based on
Their ability to accept or reject those aspects of themselves

Be careful of your judgments, they are sign posts that always point back to you. If you are wise you will learn to read them clearly, and you will know what adjustments your soul is asking you to make. Your strength lies in your perception, which is under the control of your choices, which are made based on your thoughts, which flow right out of your beliefs. If you can get to the heart of your beliefs and challenge them, you will learn the magic of changing your world.

An Amusing Cat Story

I woke up this morning with a large case of dread
And I jumped with start and flew right out of bed
While standing there dumbly with crust in my eye
I cracked open the curtain and looked up at the sky
Above my stained window a loud vulture flew
As it circled a carcass that lay dusted with dew
And nary a thought did enter my head
‘for that big bird dived down laying into the dead
And I screeched when I saw that fur plucked away
An eyeball tossed high in the tall grass it lay
When a second fowl creature made its descent
More pieces and bits of scattered cat went
And I dropped like a fly descending on shit
Banging my head on the wall as I hit
That high carpet shag did not grace my fall
Still I rose to my knees and was able to crawl
Down the hall I did go rising up to my feet
First a walk then a run barely skipping a beat
And there on the sofa my old black cat lay
Upon seeing me yawned as if mocking the fray
And he jumped from his spot in that old dusty chair
Rubbing up on my leg looking up with a stare
And I swear if ever a thing I did know
That fucking damn cat was amused by the show!

Shari Lynn

Manmade heaven

That damn rooster
he crows for me
every time I betray myself

I will learn to listen
those undeniable calls
from my slumber arouse

Jesus is a metaphor
for the mystical indwelling
of spirit that Lives within

And yet the gods
are chewed to pulp
and fed back to me as though holy

To pass this way
again is a true travesty
no manmade heaven will hold me