That bacon, egg and cheese though… #breakfast #goodmorning #lol #thatbaconeggandcheesethough #nom
The Growing Peace
The growing peace of ultimate understanding (awareness) moves about within me, like a tidal wave taking down walls of beliefs and perceptions built in past learnings or attachments formed by this “Me” that has disappeared. Knowing that I am doing and completing my tasks here in this life as they are meant to be fulfilled… as this surrendered instrument in the symphony of the Almighty. Not as those who surround me think it should be, or wish it would be or are concerned about it being… but as it Is. It is all effortless. Knowing that I am a device of Divinity itself whose destiny is etched in the stars above me, watching as it shines among all whom I come into contact with and that it is reflected back by their hearts or glowing faces. This nirvana is impenetrable. These words flow not from my mouth, but my heart, where the only truth that exists is found. Within, not without. Knowing that in some way, shape or form I have, can and will alter your life for the better in any honest meeting with me, beside me, inside me. That in a moment’s notice I can resonate deeply in your heart if it is open enough to welcome truth without denial or fault. Those wishing and yearning to realize such feelings of peace and divine understanding or truth, feel free to ask of it, to seek it out. I am here for you just as the Divine is and has always been.
Peace, love and blessings to you my dear friends and family.
Learning How to Fall ~ Andrea Rossin
poignancy is the hinged moment between
revolution and healing
pitched forward on edged regret
stomach sinking into eminency
ferocity of heart and mind
laterally across the midlined field
growth’s stark light game
casting shadows from positioned repose in wait
descent like shadows quickening
death among endlessness
living heavy locked pulsations
behind the breastbone in slow-motioned accidents
horrifying before the break
seconds will have gone by
destructive stumbles crumbling
life-swept edges of once safe vistas
I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches.
If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers.
To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.
Q:duuuuuuuuude i'm pretty stoked you still have your blog!! idk if you remember me but we used to follow each other like... 2 or 3 years ago. i'm searching old tags of my old URLs & there you were! (i was carloschronicles when we mutual'd) i haven't looked back through your blog yet but how are ya???
Yeah, bro, I remember your blog from back then as well. I’m great man, living, growing, loving life as it is and is it reveals itself. Beautiful dream. I hope the same can be said for you and yours and that you’re doing well and prospering, home skillet. Blessings and Love to you, man. Stay up.
Q:Share 5 facts about yourself, and pass this on to 10 of your favorite followers
Dude, I’m uber… UBER late on this lol… but I got you anyway, bro.
Number 1: I’ve loved Chocolate Milk since I was a baby boy and I still love Chocolate Milk as a grown man. I barely go to sleep without a glass before ‘night night’ haha.
Number 2: A profound loss in my personal life is what brought about my awakening and enlightenment. Which is ultimately proof to the notion of reasoning beyond our own comprehension along with understanding that from the darkest pits and torched ashes rises the fiery Phoenix (or Phenix if you prefer), reborn.
Number 3: I use to abuse of marijuana to numb myself. I’d say 13, 15, 20 Ls, joints (whatever you prefer to call them) a day. Now while this might sound funny because to so many that’s either “impossible” to do (abuse of it) or its their ‘norm’, I remind those that while smoking bud in itself is not a sin or condemned or anything like that… the abuse of any drug reflects poorly upon their character and slowly kills off the spirit within them, often without notice. Could begin with a lack of drive, doubts and fears clouding the mind, sheer laziness and a drowsiness to the actual reality of the world surrounding them, heavy denial, an insane paranoia and tons of other not so cool shit that you can’t really realize when you’re high off your ass… I mean the list of negatives far outweighs any imaginary positives that an addict could understand. Thankfully for me, I wasn’t that far gone and I was still conscious enough to acknowledge what I was doing and I just stopped cold when I reached the point of wanting to. (Sorry for the long statement.)
Number 4: I am socially accepted and acknowledged by every racial community I’ve ever come across, I’m universal love regardless, but what’s hilarious/sad about this is the manner in which I am acknowledged and accepted; the Caucasian community calls me an honorary “white boy,” the African American community calls me an honorary “black man” and you can literally go down the list with this. I honestly dislike the distinctions and separations and am always advocating that they understand why this shouldn’t be the case… but there’s too many of them to challenge. The open-minded friends know what’s up, but you get those whose vision is skewed and blind to such compassion and truth. Oneness, togetherness, its just too much for their minds’ to bear.
Number 5: I likely could have made it really far if I would have followed through with basketball. Aside from music, which is my number 1 love, basketball has always been right on its heels and I share the exact same passion for both. I give my heart to music like I do to basketball when I’m out playing. It has always been a release for me, its therapeutic, again, like music. I’m highly competitive and absolutely fearless. I used to ball anywhere from neighborhood, to the Rucker, to out of state. However, I feel as though I have flowed along my path exactly as I was meant… and I will always cherish and play ball no matter what. My love for it is as pure as my love for God, my family, my woman, or again, music ;) lol
Hope you enjoyed this, bro. Peace out.