What is a book...

19 September 2017 12:00 AM

If you open a book, what do you hope to find?
Adventure?
Truth?
Entertainment?
Sleepy-time tea?
Words to live by?
Akashic Records, the library of the mind.
There are so MANY different rationalizations for what they actually are...
I really don't care, i.e., we are so afraid of life, we humans.
Why not believe in the impossible?
Fear confines our ability to soar.
My legs are killing me.  Should I believe there is no hope?
Should I run to a doctor, and get caught up in the system, the network that is like a sticky spider web?
I don't like that alternative.
Let go.  Float.  let the birds guide you.
Flying high above the clouds, SOAR UP.
If you hurt, take it easy for a little bit, but I will never give in.
NEVER.
My mother never gave in.
My father never went to doctors.
I like my parents.
The mockingbird raises his wings like a nonchalant shrug.
He doesn't care.
The Blue Jay looks at me like I betrayed him.
It wasn't me, friend.  Not me.
I like the British Coot.  Those birds had an attitude and confidence.  They literally could walk on water.  Their feet were like air mattresses.
Yet the Seagull is pushier.
I like both, but didn't like the Seagull trying to drown the Coot in an effort to get to the bread crumb FIRST.
Spinning Merkaba.  
Have faith.  Breath deep.  And believe.

Namaste.