This poem was outpoured spontaneously from my heart to yours…
I do not pre-think or rehearse or memorize or draft what I intend to share…
I do pray…and get thought still…and hear an idea…and then outpour from my heart to yours…
In this case I thought about profiles… and how much emphasis is being placed on an image of ourselves…of the text and the format of our sites …of the style and design of our apps…
Appearance matters…but appearance is only authentic to the degree the thought behind it is of pure and honest motives.
May all our profiles of thought be shareable.
Thank you for giving a listen.
The text below I typed up after I recorded the video.
Here’s to your thought by thought, my heart to yours…
Tre ~
A profile
A momentary image
A glimpse
A picture
of what in that moment we choose to share
A profile of thought
is the same thing
an image
a glimpse
of whatever we are cherishing
is real
and true
and pure
and right
a profile of thought
can happen in a moment
What could we show
if we took images of our thinking
What could we share
with one another
in how we are perceiving
Challenge
As I challenge my thought every day
to behold the image of what Love creates
Then I see in myself and another
the good
the pure
the wonder
the substance
But it’s not just a seeing that i’m striving to do
It’s a being and a living
and so I keep on striving to be true
Thought by thought we can all image forth
qualities of Love
that are ours
forevermore
so
If you find yourself wrestling in fear
and if you find yourself in a single moment
feeling
anger
and if you find yourself in a single moment feeling
resentment
jealousy
frustration
doubt
uncertainty
In that single moment you can choose to be
Love’s profile….
certainly
It takes a moment to shift thought
and ask
“What is Love thinking? For I am the image of all it is being.”
And then in that single moment
we can stop the profile of evil
and in that single moment
we can embrace our true free
Profiles of thought
require us to face it
Facing thought
is the truest privilege.”
My heart to yours…