Looking at Nature

I wondered how many of us are grateful for the unpretentious beauty and truth of nature? How many times do we stop to appreciate the patterns, colours, scent and growth, instead we chase reference of points to make us feel and look good. Yet, driving us into more stressful lives. If we can just take a step back, we can start to appreciate that sacred space in this bustling city. Humble and simple. Vulnerable yet beautiful. Fragile yet courageous. Most of all, we seek for for happiness. Peace,  harmony, self awareness, clarity of mind and heart. We can all claim back our heritage of a less judgemental self and embrace the truth and beauty of what it means to truely exist. Cindy

A season of transformation

Built in for affection

Even, if a mother forgets her baby, the Lord who created us could never forsake us.

When we came into this world, we were equipped with the antennas to receive and give love.
Even, the creatures of the wild knew how to nurse their young with tenderness and protective love.
A beginning of creative power streamed into being.
It was in our mother's womb..that life came forth.
The place where we were woven, a sacred place.
A nurturing place, from inside us, life came forth.

First, in our mother's womb.
Second, at our mother's breast, we learned trust.

Although, we communicated first through her touch,
her gentle soothing voice and eyes that looked straight into our souls while inside of her.
We learned about kisses, hugs and cuddles outside of her.
Everything about her, her smell, her touch,
her voice, her emotions were the only familiar thing we knew.
And, it was perfect!

We communicated, we connected.
We were heard and accepted.
Held and carried.
Consoled and encouraged.
It was as if time stood still.

We survived and thrived well without the need for language.
Sensing, feeling, reading, listening was all we needed.
Yet, we knew the precised language.

The language of LOVE.
The language of TOUCH.
The language of AFFECTION.
The language of KNOWING.

We knew the foundations to live a wholesome life.
For, it felt like the warmth, secured place of the home.

It was not just the food that filled us.
Or the milk that gave us life.
It was the nourishment flowing into our hearts, souls, and spirits!
Not of the body.
But, from heart to heart, soul to soul and spirit to spirit.
Melting the inner core of our beings.
Transforming us into beings of eternity.

The embrace of love became the beginning of a token.
The intimacy that we yearned for.
Appears not measurable.
Distinct yet uncountable.

Wired to belong,
to be accepted, 
to be loved.

Had the power to affect our souls beyond comprehension.

We were lost along the way, some confused, some grew up.
We became doers rather than beings.
We interrupted the flow that once gave us the antidote to life.
We forgot that connection that once linked us to the sacredness of life.

Disconnected from our source.
Starved for affection, love and acceptance.
We became orphans in our hearts, souls and spirits.
Deprived of our homecomings.

The womb, the place where we first, had our needs met.
A sacred place, a hiding place.
Still waiting for us to claim our places.
Restoring life into our beings.
Lifting us up when we fall.
Guiding, guarding and building us again.
Ready for Affection?

Mindful Heart Soul Spirit

I have been told that silence and stillness connects one to oneself.
However, the challenge is to go past tiredness, restlessness and fear.

The quality of connection can be amazing on one's soul and spirit.

When one is connected from the inside out, our outlook will change and become more at rest, and with oneness of who, we really are.
Our values, our hopes, our purpose and meaning.

We need not be swept by the stronger currents, that makes us result orientated.
We don't need to be pressured by the many voices that deter us from our direction.
We need not fear the truth feeling alone yet loving the company of others.
Yes, the temptation to become indifferent, to blend in can be strong at times.
And, we feel tired, yet we are restless.
We keep busy, yet we do not know why we have to do what we do.

Suddenly, a wave of discouragement floats around.
Thoughts of doubt can either become a seed to let go.
Or to allow the sensation of thoughts to carry us away.

Surrendering is a will, not a feeling.
Lifting us up becomes a mindful decision.

When a meaningful and sincere smile is given.
An encouraging word is spoken.
Our hearts become filled.

A hearty meal to fill our emptiness.
To strengthen us on our way.
So that,we can love with an upright heart.

The way to freedom lies not in getting answers.
Trusting the perfect wisdom of our maker.
Whom chooses our time to be born.

He, who first saw us and knitted us in our mother's womb,
Surely would not abandon us.

His bond with us started even before we knew he existed.
Surely, he knew our existence and our purpose.

Would he not reject us or forsake us?

He,who has a mother's heart and a father's hand.

Will he not want the best for us?

So, trusting is a will too, not a feeling.
Letting God be God becomes a mindful decision.

I choose to be true of who I am inside despite the confusion and struggles.

I choose to love and to forgive.

To become a blessing to the people who are ready to receive me as I am.

I become a joy to others and to myself.

The gift within revealing my true nature of my likeness to our our Father who art in heaven!
In receiving and in giving.
In giving to receive.
In receiving to give again.

My birthright and heritage.

Amen

Ownership of our souls

When we don't nuture our souls and allow it to draw from us and out. Something is simply missing.
Acts of creating, making,  moulding, channelling are forms of different ways of  the ways that energy is  drawing us into a purpose full filled life.
Without that we have not discovered what it is to be alive.
However, we need to have our conscious intention  always pointed and focused to instill value and meaning into our vision.
We cannot expect that our efforts will be paid off.
Accumulated through the toils of experiencing life in various ways.
Maybe, we can say we are arriving.
We can be alive,  yet dead.
And, if we are dead, why is then our hearts still ache.
Crying as an orphan without any meaning and sense of direction.
Then, we realised we are dead, we become corpses walking around.
Waiting to be released, to return home.
But, we have to let go of our feelings of betrayal, fears, anger.....
We no longer want to be controlled.
We want ownership of our dreams, longings.
To be freed, free from moving on into living from our hearts.
Transformed into our being, our souls.
No longer needing to hang on and cling on empty feelings and broken hearts.
The moment we decide to let go, is the moment we are free.
Free to be me, who I are made to be, a spiritual being.
Transformed into whatever I wish see as beauty, truth and love.
I am free, I am me.

An Angel with me

Connecting the dots

It is easy to see the dots, yet to understand the dots?
Imagine walking backwards and looking forward?
Is it not strange to walk through life in such a manner?
Although, it is said to understand is to join the dots backwards?
Yet, life is a mystery,  never fully comprehensive ly understand
Ing the whys and how's.
Only a bended knee with a trusting heart can contain and allow the ebbs and flows of life to unfold into one' s clasped hands.

Moving forward

After arriving at a place where it does not matter so much on the external, the tearing down of the layers of hard, fearful, insecurities have began.
So much cleaning up to do.
Starts with a decision to break free from living a lie of perfection and mere routine.
This is also when the magic begins.
My heart felt a sense of freedom, freedom to love, freedom to be alive.
Goodbye, old heart.
Thanks for letting go and letting me breathe again!

Love

Transformation

Renewed in the Spirit of Peace and Love

Lines are the foundations of patterns, whether it is straight, bent, upside down, sideways depends on the brush of the artist within.
I decided to explore the lines that I see from nature.
The curls, wriggles, branches, roots, barks, creepers.
All spoke to the lines that were being explored. 
My desire was to connect these lines from one to another.
As I strongly felt they were connected to live together.
They shared the same soil, water, sunlight.
From this I discovered a house of safety and security.
Just as the curves were joined to become branches, roots and the pillar for this unborn baby.
I found that his umblibical cord became one of the creepers that gave him his food and water from nature.
And the womb that he was in was supported by a pillar.
And, at the base of the womb was a flight of stairs that was hung on the bark of the tree.
I felt I could retreat to this house as if this was built for me and i was invited anytime.
Almost, magical in this space.

Keeping the Spirit

I can say that establishing a relationship of trust is the foundation in any partnership.Heaps of assurances like 'good ...'
It's ok. Rewards work well in the beginning with pets.
Kisses, giving a pat on the shoulder, on the forehead.

Space for curiousity and not straight no for trying.
Allow safe boundaries for exploration.
Be sure to be there for him or her when he or she comes looking for assurances.
It gives them the courage and encouragement to venture without fear.

Testing boundaries? There needs to be tons of reassuarances of affection and love before they truely know and have no doubts they are loved.

Breaking and Sparing the Spirit

However, the process of taming a horse or a child has to be based on trust and not fear.
Acceptance and not anger.
Often, we forget the spirit in each living thing.
We ignore the spirited horse or child, instead we become an authoritarian rather than in parntership with someone.
Therefore, we can write over that pure, spirited soul that falls into our laps.
And wound or clip the wings of freedom of that soul.
So, the question is then how can we discipline without destroying the perfect soul that falls into out laps?

Breaking and sparing the Spirit

When I think of what breaking is in mounting a horse,
I think of a parent to a child.
Very often we go into extremes.
Either we smack in the name of discipline or we become slaves to the willfulness of our children.
So what exactly is breaking a horse and what's the purpose?
My idea of explanation at this time is to make the horse response to its master without kicking a fuss and trusting each other 100per cent.
Obeying not out of fear.
How does that sound?
Ok, so why bother to break a horse?
Are horses here to have a relationship with man?
Are they here to be in partership with us?
Well, what i know is that if the horse wants to live side by side to men, he or she must be able to be of help to mankind.
And that is when the trainning comes in! Right?
Just like before we can hired for a job, we have to be able to take orders from our boss.
How and what they expect of us.

A Mum's Radial

There is no greater love than a happy mother and her contented babies.
Once, there was a mother whom found a 2 years old baby at her doorstep.
She was reluntant to keep the baby boy.
As time passed, she found that the baby boy did not know how to relate, as he was a shy and frightened little soul.
But, one day, something happened, she found a way to help the little baby out of his fears.
Then, came along another boy to keep him company.
But, an accident happened one day and the first boy died.
The mother was so sad and realised the message for her was to love, as her heart was only beginning to open.
There came a pair of beautiful twins. A boy and a girl.
They brought so much joy
...unfortunately, the twin boy died .....
The mother was totally devasted. She realised that she was missing her twin boy so much and nothing filled the hole that had invaded her heart.
She met an older boy whom could not get adopted.
The series of trials, joy,love struggles,guilt,
got the mother to see that her first baby taught her about love,
the second taught her about the reality of the nature of living things and we don't always get the things we want.
The third pair, her boy twin taught her about not fighting back and being vulnerable and to see that as beauty rather than a weakness.
Now, after looking out, picking up, cleaning up, for 4 years.
The mother was ready to care with patience, lesser yellings, saying i am sorry, i love you, to assure, to say here i am.
The mother found herself being able to sense when her kids were in danger like fighting...... urinating problems, when to give attention.
The trust between them to call back and forth for attention and care.
Basic trust are tested on.  Boundaries are part of that process of building a healthy relationship.
Not to please the mother but to be able to say and speak one's heart without guilt and shame.
To be heard with no judgements.
Henceforth, she, the mother was given a radial which could look out for her kids whether she was sleeping, working.
An invisible radial that has no boundaries or time and age.
Beyond the borders of words, deed, feelings, impatience, tiredness.
A new border of love has emerged to protect, care, respect and love.
Thus, healing and embracing each other's soul and spirit.
Beyond time and into essence.

Beautiful

Pieces of ramdomness.
Nameless and faceless.
Masking in the moonlight, hoping for adoption.
Ugly wounds, shinning forth.
Carried and picked up one layer at a time.
The desolate heart had been shattered beyond repair.
Turned away and shunned by those who recognise its shame.
The once prized heart is now being talked about and ridiculed.
How far can this soul go?
Where comes his purpose and meaning?
Like a seamstress, who treasures the scapes she picks up.
Seeing in them their value and perhaps purpose.
Happy to have collected them, she places them safely and gently into her bosom.
Goes home, takes out her prized treasures.
One at a time, she inspects with careful planning in use them, to understand their texture, nature, colour,need, feel, touch, care.
Only, so she can sew her fabrics according to their purposes, which they were created for.
The only eye and heart that hears our desperation.
Crosses the miles just to get to us.
Chooses us to be his prized gems.
Allows us to be broken and re moulded.
Only one who sees the bigger tapestry which we are all part of.
Wisdom, creativity, precision, purposeful is his work of art in our lifes.
As individuals and a whole at the same time.
Such marvel is one, someone I call, God, my father and mother.

Fallen 2

Hurts are unintentional. Forgiveness not quite as many it should.
Looking deep makes its way for the fake smiles to be apparent.
Becoming tolerant of bad habits and attitudes.

Frequency of forgiveness increases.
Chances are opportunities to choose.
Harsh words are wounded people's soul's crying out.

An extra mile to a wounded heart brings peace immediately.
An inner joy, a keeper'S to hold on to.
Melting the toils of stone hearteDNESS.

With the goal in mind, that Anything is Possible.
To love is to put back thatsmile on someone's face.That who may not have given that smile when should.

Embracing, those along the road.
Sensing that everyone's needs are the same.
Fallible, weak and sometimes senseless.

Courage to pick up any remaining pieces and walk again.
Knowing that we are on a journey.

Fallen

Light in the valley of darkness!

The roads never smooth and never quite alone.
Misunderstandings mounting, some resolved, some need more time.
Chains of guilt, fear grips.
Hope, grace sustains from above.

Wounds that were cut deep just won't heal.
Infested with darkness and doom around lurking, tempting like a serpent at Gethsemane.

Surrounds me are Angels, to give me strength and face my demons face on.
Alive yet wounded.
Hope and peace to cover my woundedness.
Forgiveness to allow grace in.

Strangly, where darkness survives, light shines ever brighter, purifying me to depend on his grace and not mine alone.

When there is shadow, there is chance for grace to enter.
The process of walking alive and beyond the woundedness, produces fruits such as endurance, hope, compassion.

When the thorns are present, grace is close.
No man is alone if he holds on, no man is unheard if he cares, no man can be unloved if he reaches out.

Even though, I walk through the valley of darkness, I fear no nothing because you promised to be with me.
To stand at my side not because of what i have done.
But, because you love your children and know them each by name.

Presenting our gifts

When raw gifts are given, it usually takes a refined and polished gift to be used and marketed.
Only a  few eyes who can sport these gems in their original state.
However, it takes one with resources, vision for things to proceed.
I believe that all of us have these gems within us.
However, in our adopted society,we become doers and hearers.
Many people rather leave their gifts where they are, as their efforts are usually discouraged at their early stages.
Our journey towards freedom ,beauty ,colourful, life becomes a curse rather than a blessing.
It comes across as an ill-fated love affair.
The seedlings are always surging up to instruct,cheer, encourage, one's lifestyle.
Never like before, it never withers, it is just sitting and sleeping.
A little dusting would do them good, even a tiny bit.
It sparks within a wounded soul
It ignites the passion of one's soul.
A life worth living is never easy to walk

What is Art?

Planning, measurements, precision, balance, harmony,understanding rules and principals for the subject, repetition, putting parts together, labour, beauty, skill ,building layer upon layer, redoing, improving the texture one stroke at a time,
Refining its emotion to communicate,express.
Freedom to act, to change,to alter at the moment.
Its only goal is to be born into this world as matter.
That can be seen,touched,felt and heard.
To become part of this world.
To make someone's day. Bring light to one's life. Its very purpose is to become flesh for all.
To love and help mankind become better beings.

Moments by moments

Life is sometimes made of snippets of scenes, some of triumph, some of struggle. The collection of moments.
Some tell of who are, some what we might have been.
Yet,the ones that really reveal our strengths are times of darkness.
Like a cloth woven to life. There are many steps to be taken at every stage.
Decisions to be made at each promotion or raised in level.
Planning needs to be made to clarify and create a sense of direction.
We might need assistant for our plans. Others can offer tips to some principles and rules we might need to use to make out plan more fesible.
As we need to often refer to them as maps to navigate.
Next, we need to put these bits, scrapes,pieces together.
Only we can put them into the whole picture.
At first,it really makes no sense, more confusion than what it really is.
Patience, skill of simple directions to carry one step at a time.
Our life is slowly being revealed through this process. The results are just a matter of time.

Soul man restored

Spaces in the hardware of the computer inside of us store information and energy.
Unless,the space inside is released.
We will be congested and burden.
Un frozen, letting go,....
Conscious work is essential.
Until, we work with the source in which our spirit and soul are being attended to on the same frequency or higher.
The shackles that bind us will remain.
To be released from our bobdages and oppressions we need our redeemer who has walked and overcomed them.
There is hope and the redeeming love is free.
Our redeemer.
Our hope.

Soul Man

Gathering and sweeping are part of housecleaning.
Soul people need their hearts to be checked on a regular basis.
Never to know only to realise the well that springs forth eternal life.
The secret hiding place.
Pain, joy, shame, hope dwell.
A place only for the daring sort.
Darting is when it has been wounded. The shattered pieces lay in layers underneath one on top each other.
Only,to discover the short circults that occurs.
Confused,perplexed by the results of these wounds.
We sit in self pity and dispair.
Hoping secretly for arms that would hold us and gather us back.
Broken dreams and hopes once wholesome.
Now,shattered...
Until,our redeemer intervenves.

Making forgiveness like a bag of sweets

Sweets makes us happy.
So do our souls with healthy spaces and regular flow.
Many times
When i feel down and need a little break.
My soul within sings out....
I need a space of embrace and acceptance.
Just like the dirt that got caught in the sink.
The flow of water down the sink would eventually slow down.
Being vexed and fustrated are like dirt that gets easily caught in the sink hole.
The space and flow within our souls gets choked.
So when my soul craves the sweets.
I know it is time to let go and  create space for my soul to unwind.
But, today it is telling me to make space by forgiving more often.
So, the space inside will not be caught up with pent up emotions that can get even a sink choked.
So. Be happy by forgiving more often makes my soul glad.
And having sweets in my body makes my taste buds gay.