Growing Home

Freedom.

Seeing with my own eyes, not through the eyes of others or expectations of others.

Hearing with my own sense of hearing, fresh, unincumbered, aliveness meeting sound upon silence.

Being. Completely unrelated and unattached, in truth, to all that appears to be my life.

Freedom.

In everycell. Awakening to the complete nuturing fullness of the present moment, imbued with all the power that ever was and ever will be.

Freedom.

From the teachings of freedom. From the rituals in honor of freedom. From my own inner workings.

And it takes a complete Inner rebellion. Conjuring up all that is known and rejecting it. All that is unknown, and rejecting it as merely a category and liguistical existence within the mind.

Desires arise and fall. And they are of no hindrance, as I am not that desire, or even the judgement of that desire.

I am. Presently free from agenda. Loving the people in my life without agenda and setting my own heart, mind and body free from the bondage of desire and fear.

Love is the most potent medicine on earth and everyone is looking for a complicated combination of herbs.

I adore and praise the plant world, and yet we all derive our substance from the same one source. Our foods food is love manifest as the five elements and we can wake up to the evolution of the human by going directly to source.

So we keep our instruments tuned and focused:  liberation alone liberates.  And if that is our vision, so be it.

patience. the vision of the giver, the given, the recieved and reciever as one will come. freedom from suffering will arrive un-invited. pain happens, suffering is created.

And our hearts will be weightless again, free to roam our vast self.