When Spirit Descends

When Spirit descends 

The hand starts to move 

Colours spray themselves on the canvas 

Shape forms 

Textures layer themselves upon each other 

And a painting comes to life 

Proportion and geometry meet each other in perfect angles 

And curves bend to the laws of nature 

A central force pushes its boundary 

And encapsulates itself into the Bindu 

A yantra is formed 

Words fall upon paper

Metaphors expand into awareness 

They rhyme sometimes 

But always have a rhythm 

A poem is written 

The melody follows the beat of the drum

The piano plays the tune

The ensemble picks up where the song finishes 

The music lives on to sing 

When spirit descends 

Millions of tiny little sparks light up the universe 

With beauty and expression 

Life emerges

A Sign

Give me a sign

Show me something 

While I despair 

Not knowing how to make sense of things 

How to move forward 

Where I'm heading 

If anywhere at all

Where I'm meant to be

If somewhere, after all

Let me know that you're watching 

Give me just a clue

Make a sound that I can hear

Even though I may not always listen 

A way to break away from this roundabout

Into a possible direction 

Head closer to you 

Flow into your bounty 

Through the never ending sands 

That I walk in now 

No map, no route - 

Make the sun rise 

Shine into my eyes this morning 

So I can find East

Point out West from where it sets

Arms stretched I make head into North 

I see the star 

Everyday 

Walking before me

The moon by my side 

I still don't notice that these are the signs 

Rays of hope come into my life 

Every morning 

I only see the alarm clock tick by

Snooze for just ten more minutes... 

As I lay at night I draw my blinds 

Oblivious to the ever present bright North light 

I just don't have a clue 

Because I wasn't able to find - 

You - 

In everything from morn to night 

There Are No Coincidences in Life

This post is going to be extremely short and sweet.

This weekend my lesson was very simple. There is no coincidence. Everything happens for a reason. 

And there is always a lesson in the reason. 

Ask why? If you thought of a friend, and that friend contacted you, ask why? What did this person say to you? What was the message? 

Look out for answers in patterns. If you continuously see a pattern - numbers or words, or names or places show up unprecedently, maybe there is a reason for you to figure out what they mean and what they're pointing you toward. 

We can continue to live our lives without acknowledging the existence of subtle messages sent to us by the universe ( for lack of a better word) or we can choose to try and look into these signs for answers, for clarity, and direction. 

I read somewhere that if you had a question and you put it out into the universe - to God, to a religious figure, a saint, an angel, an archangel - the answer or the sign can come to you in a magazine, a book, a movie dialogue. The key is to keep our eyes and ears open. And to always always ask - what is the lesson in this for me? What is this saying to me? 

And you shall be told. 

Rather strange that this comes up now. My first story about signs was the story of a little girl who wanted God to make it snow on Christmas. As the year ends, it's the time for rebirth and new beginnings. Look out for what is coming your way...