How to Quiet the Mind

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The mind doesn’t quiet
Or slow its thinking
And would we even want it to?

It protects us,
Warns us,
Keeps us out of our own way

And also,
The mind creates fear
Indecision and doubt

And so we need a balance
Of logic and peace,
Protection and freedom,
A life free from self-imposed fear

And in that quest
We find stillness,
Gratitude for all our weary minds
Have shown us in love
And duty
Faithfully leading the way

Step aside
Let the heart lead
Let the mind rest
A gift for a lifetime of service

©SpiritLed 2017

Daily Bliss – August 15

The Angels remind us that when we feel overwhelmed by the energy of the world, we always have access to the energy inside.  It never leaves us, we only have to learn how to access it through our inner guidance.

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Daily Bliss – January 28

The angels want you to know that every choice to numb, to not feel, to self medicate is in its own way a conscious choice against connection.  Whether we use food or alcohol or drugs or busy-ness or something else, we are choosing disconnection.  The antidote is Silence.  Meditation. Prayer.  Stillness.  Going within.  LOVE.


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Nothing comes
and when nothing comes
what is left?

There is the stillness that
fills the spaces in between thought
and action,
the spaces that spur
or paralyze in fear

When nothing comes
you have no choice
but to go there

To seek rather
than be sought
to find the knowing
that is buried
in plain sight

To wear the crown of jewels
that is meant for only you,
to sit on the backwoods throne
of woven twigs
haloed with a canopy
of fallish falling leaves
crunching under bare feet
calling you home to the place
where trickling, holy water
lights the path,
to the place you seek
in your waking dreams,
to the golden light
of creation energy
and the stillness of the places
in between…

…to create something
from nothing


In the Stillness of Her Mind

Lost in thought, her mind
wanders to a younger day, when she
expertly walked the tightrope over joy and
pain, a misstep here and there, but
never completely losing herself in that
cauldron of self-awareness bubbling

Pain – it was not feared then, but
admired, on the weathered faces of
the elders, noting their wisdom and
grace, the simple way they brushed
her hair from her face, and kissed
her forehead, assuring her with their own
worry that there was none for her

But now she wonders where that
elder-wisdom has gone, and will it ever
find her, or if it’s even hers to long for,
the kiss of peace long ago washed from
her furrowed brow.

When did she stop trusting herself?
Was it the first time she rolled over in her
lover’s bed only to find he wasn’t there?
When she felt the sharp sensation of betrayal
from one she considered a friend?
When the sting of loss pierced her heart so
deeply she thought she would drown in the tears
she never cried?

In the stillness that is left she listens,
listens for anything that will convince her
she’s alive, and in that empty place, darkness
reverberates like a thousand universes swirling
around their suns, like the hum of angel wings,
like the breath of creation in her ears

Like all those who came before her
Like all who will ever come

The sound of no sound
bringing life, bringing light
resting in the goodness that rests
inside the stillness of her mind,
where she is whole

©SpiritLed 2014