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How small we are in this thing of dreams, no Wonder to enthrall,

How minuscule, how thinly masked, that grit that makes us tall.

We tower in our minds alone and revel in our ploys,

We think us greater than all else, and yet we play, as toys.

No deep thoughts linger to move the world, no depth in our perception,

We travel in a mindscape vision, mighty lost in the wrong perfection.

Towards end a light awakens me, the fog of thought now tiring,

How silly, was there all along, just lost in my self ‘miring.

The magic of life is simple and plain, it waits with patient breath,

The magic of life so willing, so game, to love us beyond cosmic death.

 

© 02/04/18 Stefan Bright

 

In my last post, I said we would bring Light to the scene in 2018. Believe or not, there are a myriad of candles blazing brightly out there.

A FaceBook friend (thank you Steve J.) posted this recently and I found this a grand idea and a way to bring harmony into our lives. Imagine putting yourself into a choir, a random choir, singing not just for the fun of it, but as a way to spread that harmonious feeling amongst each other. There are so many possibilities. Not only does singing in a group bring joy into the heart, but it can clear out the cobwebs and make fresh for new ideas.

So, whether you’re great of voice or tone-deaf, try it out. Even in this alone time, sitting here in front of the screen. Turn up the volume or put on the headphones and hum along. I promise you will feel better for it.

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It is time for a new face for Letters. Since its inception, it has brought information out of the darkness, trying to reveal those ideas that have been hidden in the shadows of unknowing. Now we are reaching into the Light for our information. Illumining the pathway with sparks of assurance that The Way is within our grasp. The truth in these many days past has taken on numerous faces, proclaimed by numerous people. Once the light has shed its grace on us the truth lays bares its undeniable self. There is no question then, only freedom. Welcome to the Light.

Life seems muddled. Filled with falsities, persuasions, unfulfilling promises and distortions of all types. The mind, as it stands, cannot decipher the glyphs of living without skewing them to meet its needs, its biases. There seems to be a milky film running through the mind-veins, secreted by the all too disrespectful ME-ness. To disrespect the true nature of life is an affront to our divine heritage. To walk life’s path with honor is a challenge for the present human race. The evidence is too obvious. Perhaps simplicity is calling to us and we are too deaf to hear it.

In this second round “Three More Suggestions,” there is a call to clarity. If we could only bring the natural walk of life back to this sublime simplicity we would be destined for greater things. 

1) As you improve your capacity to actively notice what you are feeling and thinking, and what is happening around you, turn that noticing into the expansion of awareness. Invite into your being a new openness and allowing that will begin to dissolve barriers around the little self. The focus of this is the release of your identity with form, and that which is separate from the Cosmos. (more…)

I resonated with ‘Letters from 500’ after my initial read of the manuscript in 2009. It was something I believed in my heart, and after reading the manuscript it reassured me. Upon reading Chapter 12 – “Three Suggestions,” it was clear that this was the perfect guide to carry with me, through my life. It’s a simple guide. You can keep it in your pocket without any clutter and pull it out when times seem disturbing. I’ve brought these ‘Suggestions’ back to life here as we begin this New Year in somewhat uncertain times. The ‘Great Storm’ is not apocalyptic, it’s transformative. Let’s not make it hard for ourselves, let’s move into this transformation with the grace of awakened beings.

There are three suggestions I’d like to offer. You need not take them as gospel truth, but they exemplify vigilan attitudes toward life. They can help for humans as well. Many of you may already practice what I will say in some form or another. First, simply notice; next, do not increase resistance; and lastly, act in accordance with your own authenticity. (more…)

I fly into the darkness with the thrill of another journey. I’ve been here before. Oh it was so trying then, yet glorious. I am not challenged to participate. I am surrendered to the call, Soul’s immersion into the conscious love of transformation.

When I was home in my oneness, looking into the fray of evolving, it seemed so simple to understand, knowing the truth of it all. Laughing, I embrace this formidable path traveled until I’m thrust into it again. I’m not laughing now.

Bang, I’ve landed. Hit a wall that stopped the everflow of awakened state before my departure. “Now you See It, now you don’t.” Those words never as poignant as in this moment of forgetfulness. Even now I’m wondering how these words, these thoughts, broke free to be expressed.

These many years of looking straight ahead and seeing not much. The mind caught in a whirlwind of repeated memories so lacking in the knowledge of it all. The shell I reside in has done well to hide even the spark of truth.

And yet, in this strange moment, as the shell weakens and the mind vibrates in uninspired thought there’s a whisper that comes with determined force. And that laughable moment I had before my descent is reaching out to me once more.

© 2018 Stefan Bright

Walk the well-worn path of life with destiny by your side. A chance to alter that footprint sent down as a roadmap, and we take it. Notice that veil that obstructs our view? See through it. Yes! Those clouds of uncertainty gone with the breath of a trillion cells. “I’m awake, awake,” you cry.

Now, that once arduous path seems so clear of debris. The steps, a burden to the mind, nothing more. And, what wonderful laughter follows this glorious recognition. Was it that simple, all the time that simple? A fool would know it. No noise clogging those thoughts. And now, to see the light so clear, so pure.

Painful it was that life of madness. Childish, but not playful. Ignorance lacking the true bliss that it bemoans. You see, we come to play the game of consciousness. Play it in a field of challenging perfection. There is no guarantee. Life here holds none. To be sure, the rest is well worth the travel. Knowing our part of it gives glory to all that is. What more do we need to manifest that sea of silence? In that sea lies the truth.

© 2018 Stefan Bright

 

Have you seen my soul today,
It’s nowhere to be found?
I saw it last rolled in a ball,
As it scurried underground.

Have you seen my soul today,
Stripes colored true and through?
I thought I saw it then it’s gone,
Those hues no longer new.

Have you seen my soul today,
Waving to the crowd?
Its mission passion torn apart,
Its voice no longer loud.

Have you seen my soul today,
That topped the mighty spire?
With windblown threads kissed tops of heads,
And its message filled with fire.

I’ve lost my mighty soul today,
Its pain brought on by thus.
I’ve lost my mighty soul today,
Its nothing more than dust.

But, if you find my darling soul,
Wherever it may be,
Let it know I wish it would
come back and conquer me.

I’m ready for the new unfurl,
The reason for my ride.
To hear voices raised in heartfelt praise,
A return to my soul’s full pride.

© 2017 Stefan Bright

In my waking breath, I start and start again this day’s long pace.

I have a choice to walk it right or throw the day to waste?

Can stay captive to the mind-noise that yesterday I fought,

or carry forth the truth set in unencumbered thought.

I can busy Me, my Self, in the ego-sea of Me,

or journey to a world of those around who’ve been set free.

Can nod to no importance, ignore beauty through my eyes,

or linger in the peacefulness, seeing splendor beyond the skies.

If my heart is beyond shallow I won’t hear the crying sound,

I’m destined to the sadness of a horrid day gone down,

and patterns that have made me Me,

repeating, peating, peating a lost strategy.

This thing we’re all built on, truth and love and willing,

it’s time to set a new stride and keep the dark from killing.

It’s time to offer Gratitude and Loving arms that brace,

it’s time to see our lives are just a wasteland ‘cept for Grace.

© 2017 Stefan Bright