Maybe my deepest fascination is the heart.

It is always in action, yet at times, not easy to feel. It is always beating, keeping us alive, and yet sometimes we don’t listen to it. A devoted traveler with us, wherever we go, it remains. Through mud puddles, mountain peaks, everything in between, it just keeps on beating for us. Calling out to us, reminding us, with every beat every breathe, where we come from. It is the heart. The heart of hearts, your heart. The legendary truth teller. When we listen, magic ensues.

Negative reinforcement and negative motivational tactics do not resolve lack of clarity or motivation, they are the cause of it, and only exacerbate the behavior.

Honor thyself.

Self love is the way through.

Negative reinforcement and negative motivational tactics do not resolve lack of clarity or motivation, they are the cause of it, and only exacerbate the behavior.

So be kind to you.

Honor thyself with gentility and care.

Self love is the way through to your dreams, even when you don’t presently know what they are.

Rest your weary heart

For a time will come that you know

Tossed and turned in the process

Found out to be not what you thought

..how it burned

The revealing a story of how to make a good life

Where to roam

These goals of mine

I shall outlast the doubt

My heart a presence of its own

Beating, throbbing, saying, keep going Michael.

Keep going.

I persist. Dream on. Dreams, on.

The last ditch effort to find your queen.

That is all.

Deep.

How deep do you want to go?

Breadth, how far can you stretch?

Time! An illusory effect on our 3d minds.

Rhythm, a coherence of that above.

Truth, an amazement of the senses.

Peace, when you find your true self.

Knowledge, as it comes.

Belief, from knowing.

Amazement, how it all fits.

We here now are here to discover.

Magic, is in life itself.

Your truth

Highest expression

A gift from above

An allegiance formed

To take you home

This place a place of peace

Here, you are and have always been enough

The new moon rises and sets on your face

Stunning, the brilliance

A thousand stars can’t capture your light

Bursting into the scenes

A distant echo once

Now at the foot of my bed

Pleading that I come home

Forgotten souls are always treasured

They find their way

They find their way

I am free

This whole

Process for me

Oh little ol’ me

..

How can it bee

The giving tree

A life for me

I’m freeeee!

Arrangement, a tidal size awakening

Perfection, not reached in a day but this hour

Source code enriched in science and math

Intuitive design

The best kind

All we see is roses and roses and roses

A geometric embrace

Mothers love is always

Tossing and turning, my feet no longer burning, now just adrift at sea.

Storms passing through and all I can do, stay positive with thoughts about me.

The compass will guide us, deep down inside us, but which way is north I don’t know.

My heart is still beating and that is enough and so I’ll just go with the flow.