BodhiFlow

When all else drops, the stories, ideas, platitudes, differences, language, beliefs, even values... what remains is our participation in this world, this is where we meet each other with one awareness, infinite forms and boundless possibilities.

*Out Beyond Ideas*

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’`
doesn’t make any sense

~ Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi ~

Sometimes we forget that there are moments of serenity that touch our lives. And we dont realise that these are the moments when we see the face of serenity in a ...

A calm ocean at sunrise, with soft pastel colors stretching across a quiet horizon
A still lake reflecting mountains perfectly, without a ripple
A cozy room with warm light, a blanket, and no noise but your breath
A quiet moment alone, when your thoughts slow down and nothing feels urgent

In these moments remember to breathe it into your body, swirl it around your heart and allow it to envelope your soul.

Serenity often appears in simplicity, stillness, and balance—places or moments where nothing is pulling at you, and everything feels at ease. These moments are medicine for the soul.

When we get caught in the trap of our emotions, our thoughts, and how hamster wheel mind, remember you are not just your thoughts, you are not your emotions, you are not just the body.
Breathe, try to centre and become aware of these thoughts, emotions, stories playing out. When you become aware of it, you become awareness itself. When you become aware, you become conscious of much more. For a while, you take a break from the trap of the thoughts, emotions, stories playing out and perhaps you experience something different, whatever that may be.

#"You and I are the awareness in which everything appears. The people you meet, the world you see, the experiences you have… are all consciousness expressing itself in different forms. You and I are everything. Everywhere. Everyone and at the same time… no thing..." #

Change and Choice…

It is time to change
Every cell has the power to change, to be what it wants
Every second, change blows through this being
It Change shapes the world
It Sweeps quietly
It Dances recklessly
It Treads with deliberation
Influenced by all that is
Moving with confluence and congruence with everything
Inevitable, ruled by no-one and nothing
Choice within a change?
A paradox
Be stubborn, be bold, o’ captain of my ship…
Steer the vessel, the tides shift, the conditions always different
Let go – this moment is gone…
Steer and Hold on – the next moment, scary, alluring and mysterious
Move, move, move…
The choiceless choice.
Listen to the voice of change
It’s always calling
Heed the call…

Echoes of a Wandering Spirit

Change and Choice…

It is time to change
Every cell has the power to change, to be what it wants
Every second, change blows through this being
It Change shapes the world
It Sweeps quietly
It Dances recklessly
It Treads with deliberation
Influenced by all that is
Moving with confluence and congruence with everything
Inevitable, ruled by no-one and nothing
Choice within a change?
A paradox
Be stubborn, be bold, o’ captain of my ship…
Steer the vessel, the tides shift, the conditions always different
Let go – this moment is gone…
Steer and Hold on – the next moment, scary, alluring and mysterious
Move, move, move…
The choiceless choice.
Listen to the voice of change
It’s always calling
Heed the call…
Echoes of a Wandering Spirit

My spirit always feels much lighter when I sit under a painted sky. For a few moments everything seems to slow down, pause, unfold so naturally, so organically. The natural divine order of the earth progresses effortlessly.

Sunrises embraces new possibilities dawning over the horizon.

Sunsets is one of the rare times when we welcome and embrace the dark. The Sky softens with colour, there is rest for the light shining through, and peace can exist in this transition. It reminds me that there is no ending or beginnings, there is just life unfolding as the light and colour is back in a few hours, bringing with it its own mysteries of the next moment.

This is the power of sunrises and sunsets 🌞

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Beautiful moments in the mountains

My sweet fur baby!!! your magic, the way you communicate with me, the antics you get up to, makes everyday with you wondrous!
merry xmas my baby boy!