* In real time *

* In real time *

The creation of trust in myself and the learning of how to trust others takes real time.

We are not mechanical beings. We are suffering creatures. We have no switches to throw. No switches to start or to stop suffering.

What I do have is me and time.

This points to one of the many reasons why the time we all have is not for idly wasting. Our lives are finite, our time here together is limited. We can rise above these limits. We can transcend them for a while together. We can fly.

If I fly, I do so accompanied by great joy. To learn to have wings to fly in all honesty and integrity I need time.

I need Time to learn to live. Time to learn how others live. Time to learn the languages of love. Time to heal from pain inflicted and pain afflicting. Time to reflect and to be grateful. Time in which to lose all that I am and all that I have. Time for sharing all of these as widely as possible.

If I use all the time I have…
if I revere and sanctify the precious gift it is, then my life and my end of my life
become one and the same moment !

I live my moments in the peace of a force ten gale. The more I welcome my life which rips me and rips through me in real time, the more I approach with joy the end of my time.

The end of my time clothed only in peace
* In real time *

At dawn I saw with speechless horror night had turned its back on me

At the lighting of dawn’s light I saw with speechless horror that night had turned its back on me and would not shield me from view.

And so I understood my time had arrived.
I completely gave up the impossible battle with myself.
The pain stopped. It stopped like a drawn out shriek run out of breath.
Courage took hold and I dared to start over with no assumptions, no power of control.
The words and deeds I had been in such desperate need of found expression in my throat.
I found I could act on the deeds I had thought were utterly beyond my capacity.
I walked forward. It was a never before. It was an ever-after. It was unimportant if it was day or if it was night. I stepped into my power. A fish that moves by barely moving, and then is not seen!
Words don’t fail me now.
Words return from their pilgrimage beyond the distant horizon where I know my soul extends, and they break in salty surf on the beach – faithful, compliant, rhythmic.
I never look back since that long fruitless night of prayer.

I do nothing to light the way.

The way is lit.
The way is inexpressibly beautiful always.
I choose thoughts, because I can.
I choose long and hard, enough that I dwell on thoughts of love.
I choose to look out for the vocabulary of love.
I choose the means to make the mouth of the mind clear for loving.
I give no home in my mouth to words of fear or hate.
So choose!
Be bold enough to speak out loud about love, always and everywhere.
One fine day, you will pause, and you will see a beautiful person steps to meet you.
A beautiful figure treads a path that lights up all by itself with neither conscious nor unconscious volition.
This person is you
~ Love is present EveryNow

Keys to unlock Self Love

It is wasteful and demeaning to ignore beauty or to pass beauty by on the other side of the road.
It is befitting and constructive to allow beauty to enter the six senses.

All living things are superlative in their own right. All sentient beings attentively and compassionately witnessed reveal their superlative core.

Yellow Buddleja just happens to be more superlative than itself!


It is nourishing and revealing to meditate attentively on those elements in my own heart and soul which beauty touches and resonates with.

Here are the secret – and not so secret – keys with which to unlock Self Love
~ Love is present EveryNow