Lines of light

Lines of light,
Stretching back in time, and far away in space.
Lines of learning and information.
Lineage. Traditions. Downloads. Doorways.
Passing though people objects and places.
The worlds' beyond worlds' wide web of consciousness.
Each being fully charged, plugged in, and wired up to different and intersecting patterns.
Our lineage becomes genealogy, tradition, teachers, origins.
And everything is accessible through each other.
We are doorways for one another.
We are the keepers of our own unique light lineage.
We bring all that we are forward, when the conditions are correct.
Lines of light. 

Amritham

Light with what is heavy.
Like a Bee. 
Tiny wings miraculously lifting an impossible body. Uplifting. It can be done. Against all reason - ridiculous essential buzz.
Light -  sweeten the hive.
Lighten ourselves and the amrit flows.
Feeling the places, the sugar got stuck. Crystallised honey pressing on the joints.
A light-worker on her knees for too long.
Its time to stand up. Its time to move.
Doing the unstuck this body starts to buzz.
Amritham.
Honey- 'I am light'
I Choose Light.
Born of the light.
Light will lead me home.

Big love

Unconditional love surrounds and permeates the whole. We are made of love. We are born of love.
Yet we forget love. We feel cut off from love, from self. A longing to return to love. The way back is love. The way home is love. The first step on the road is love. And beyond the destination, is love.

To feel is love. To perceive is to feel love. Feeling is loving. Our perception once purified is love. To tune into self is loving. To set intention is loving prayer. For love reveal love to all.. and for all to be open to love. A heart of love, ears of love, eyes of love.

We cannot know love. Love is living and can only be experienced. We recall love and re-experience the knowing then we realise love never left.

The word is love- who sings the word? The voice of love! Through doorways beyond doorways, into love. Through the self. To the cosmos. Love.

Ears open. Ears wide. Elephant ears. Open to the voice of love. We receive the music. Of love. And it wraps itself around us like a warm blanket. The practice holds us close in the light of love. So that we can know ourselves, as forgetful. And remember love never left. Like a great elephant, love never forgets us. Bhakti is the remembrance of love.

BIG LOVE.