Between the end and the beginning nothing has ended and nothing has begun. Between farewell and expectation nothing is defined. In that moment; freedom, love, forgiveness. Let love begin for ever, let forgiveness ever be new, let freedom be for all. Happy 2016!
Good morning, world. I see you still exist. Have I mentioned I love you? Even though you are crazy and imperfect I adore that you exist. Every corner of you, with its own unique imperfection – I love. Every corner of you, with its own unique beauty – I love.
Good morning, world. Thank you for including me in your eternal evolution. Every day I am privileged to observe your whimsy. I think of the billion minds that were created to be a part of you. Each one of them believing they are separate from you. Each carving out their life space in whatever way they can. Each tasting sorrow at any moment.
Good morning, world. How foolishly we behave. We throw diamonds in the trash because we don’t know anything of worth. We hold on to what will die and avoid what is eternal. We kill and we are killed. When did we forget that we were chosen? How can we learn of that worth, which is the very reason for our lives?
Stop for a while.
Open you hands and let go of everything.
Stop for a while.
Listen for your stillness.
Allow the stillness that is always with you to appear in your immediate consciousness.
Rest in it.
Breathe through your heart and let that stillness expand more and more.
Breathe in it.
Breathe it in.
Be in it.
Be one with it.
See it inside.
Allow it to take over.
Allow it to embrace you fully.
Allow it to take the lead.
Be willing to follow.
Let your stillness be heard
Love is a way of looking.
Love is a way of allowing.
Love says: "I love you as you are. You are complete. Nothing is missing in you, not even love."
Love gives you the right to your own experience.
Love gives you full ownership of your sorrow.
Love is complete patience.
Love walks with you to death and meets you on the other side.
Love allows you to completely mess things up.
Love allows you to redeem yourself.
Love is the universe and you are a grain of sand; you are both contained in it and a part of it.
Love is the scent and you are the flower; the scent permeates the air and you are a testimonial of love’s existence.
I have somehow neglected to write a post about my new short story Captivating Moments that is out in online magazine Time Matters Review just now.
I hope it is a captivating story... Here is one opinion:
"Thank you for inventing, writing and sharing your short story Captivating Moments. The most beautiful and most shocking sentence is 'Each heart beat meant a moment lost'. What you create is philosophy cast into poetry. This short story is one of the rare pieces of writing that one can read over and over and again after days or years and always find something new. The story is about a tiny cell, written in short sentences, but it opens up endless possibilities to the reader’s mind." Bernd Hendricks (writer), Germany
You can buy the whole magazine or my story only, right here. It's a very interesting magazine, with focus on time.
Oh, and the story fabulously illustrated, too. A painting by Kaj Brady. (Untitled. Acrylic on canvas.) See below.
Did I mention it's also translated into French (Moments Captifs)? It appears in the French version of the magazine, Revue Temps.
When people allow themselves to act ugly, disregard them and respond with beauty. Look at something beautiful, make something beautiful, share something beautiful, create something beautiful, say something beautiful. Beauty is love, truth, divinity. Beauty unites. Ugliness separates.There is beauty everywhere. It is free for everyone. Look for it every second of your day. Make it a priority.
Why is beauty important? Because it connects us to what we are. It connects us to the beauty which is our core. It connects us to our beingness and our innate goodness. To some people this core is frightening and they do everything they can to deny it. Those are the people that want to hurt and destroy. To them beauty is threatening and ugly, worthless. That is why it is an act of resistance to focus on beauty. To make it come alive in yourself and your life.
When you stop seeing the beautiful you start seeing the ugly. Combat the ugly with action. Celebrate the beautiful with being.
My heart is an open book and there is nothing to say.
My words are not spoken. Where could I even begin?
This story is so rich, so full, it flows over.
Every instant is full of nothing to say.
Every moment is my true message.
What I want to say is embedded in your heart.
You can hear it only if you listen.
What I want to say can only be said inside your heart,
written inside your heart, tatooed inside our origin.
Without a listener I am silence.
Ever silent, ever mute, drowning in each instant,
helpless and fierce; reborn in each leaf,
each raindrop, in even the faintest memory of love –
I remind you of who you are.
Here’s a short reflection on why conflict can never be resolved in the right-wrong perspective:
Nobody ever feels they have the wrong opinion.
Everybody is sure they are right. Just look at yourself. Do you feel that you have the wrong opinion? Do you feel you are wrong about how you interpret reality? Do you think that you are holding the wrong values?
I’m sure you don’t, and nobody else does either.
Even if someone were to change to the opposite opinion, they still think they are right. They would possibly agree that they were wrong earlier, but NOW they are right. Many will find something or someone to blame for their earlier “wrong” opinion. Before they were wrong but now they see.
We always perceive ourselves as being right, NOW.
It is astounding to watch the amount of fury that is evoked by thinking and acting in terms of right and wrong. The reason for this fury is that the idea of right and wrong is a characteristic of the ego (the built up persona we all live with). The ego needs to be right, or its existence is threatened. Since the ego is very primitive, being wrong means a symbolic death. Fighting for your beliefs then becomes a fight for survival and that is why there is such hatred between people who hold different opininons and values. The ego takes it as a life or death situation.
It’s not until you have developed a more mature way of seeing reality and are able to see through how the ego (your own and others’) operates, that peace is possible. It is pointless to argue with someone who is in the grips of their ego.
The good news is, we can always change ourselves. The bad (?) news is, we can never change another. Change comes from the inside, never from the outside.
Such lovely work to put the poems in order for Midnight Transit, the second book in my trilogy, The Golden Passage. It's intriguing to see how they start to communicate with each other and create a song I didn't know they were singing.
It's almost as if they were guided by an invisible hand.
While working with the order and the last edit, I'm also writing new poetry. Or rather new poetry arrives regularly – by some kind of internal messaging service :).
Some of it will only be posted on Instagram. Follow me there @charlottebradypoetry.
The cover is currently being designed and it will follow the theme of the first book. Everything is just moving along. And even further ahead is book three, which is pretty much done.
Apart from that I will have a short story published in a French literary magazine, Revue Temps, with a new English version. It will be accessed online and through their app. More information will follow. Oh, the title is Captivating Moments.
This is a call to anyone who has read As Silence Is Your Witness.
I am creating a page on my web site that will include readers’ thoughts. Do you have anything to share? Add in the comments or e-mail me.
Write in the language you feel most comfortable with. I will translate if need be.
Charlotte Brady about love, life, God, poetry, writing and abiding in the heart at every moment. This is where flesh is spirit and spirit flesh in raw unadulterated devotion. Life is worship!