Cosmic wanderings

Waking from a sleepless dream

A thousand stars colliding in unison

Cosmic wanderings of a moving soul

Awake to the beauty of it all.

I’ve lived in skies of purple 

Sipped from the haze of a lazy sun

Drowned myself in the oceans of love

And floated so high above.

Days go past like trains on rails

And I feel the edges wearing into smooth

The bumps seem less shattering

And the highs seem so low

When filtering through the dust of a cosmic miracle.

Reborn in the mind and soul it seems

Everything is here and still in between

The days and nights and twillight scenes

Captured in the every day dream.

I read the words of the universe

Then let it free like a kite on a string

To fly into somewhere on the ethereal stream

Above and beyond

Everywhere.

I received this letter from the universe the other day and loved it so I thought I’d share….if you don’t get the love letters from the universe, you should….Monday thru Friday my days are brighter…(TUT.com) letters from the universe.

It’s so tempting, Kimberly, to look at your present life situation, at whom you’re with, at where you work, at what you have and have not, and think to yourself, “This was obviously meant to be… I’m here for a reason.” And to a degree, you’d be right. But you are where you are because of the thoughts you used to (and may still) think, and so you are where you are to learn that this is how life works — NOT because it was meant to be. 
Don’t give away your power to vague or mysterious logic. Tomorrow is a blank slate in terms of people, work, and play, because it, too, will be of your making. You will again have that sense that it was meant to be, no matter who or what you’ve drawn into your life. Nothing is meant to be, Kimberly, except for your freedom to choose and your power to create. 

Pressed thoughts

Images of memories come creeping in
In fallow fields
They grow from nothing
These wildflower thoughts
Springing up
Created beauty
Released.
Dreams of yesterday
And moments passed
Pressed between the sheets
Of dog-eared pages
Saved and often forgotten
Then suddenly opened
Come tumbling out
Eager surprise
Reunited like long-lost friends
Finding each other
Once again.
Spirit blows gently
In the passing days
Like a soft and quiet wind
Tender colors
On stems reaching out
As if to say come join us
Here in these mountain fields
Lay back and watch the skies unfold
Casting shadows and the gentle rays
Of sunlight in spring
Like the cherished hope
Of more days like these,
Simple and growing free.

Photo found at : http://www.danielhaydenberman.com/2009/03/11/wallpaper-wednesday-week-10-wildflowers/