THE INSTANT~
The instant that you realize the Peace that’s within the source~
Your life begins it’s original course~
The Sun and the Moon in all of their glory~
Only do that from your eyes, here’s a little story~
When the change begins ME becomes less~
YOU becomes MORE then your world will undress~
Nothing can withstand the power of the Source~
Your best can never be, you’ll see this of course~
Then life begins to get tough~
The bumpy ride gets so so rough~
The Source gentle guiding, never letting you down~
You may even ending up wearing a beautiful gold crown~
It’s results can often fool you to believe the powers are within~
But each time it gets bumpy, brush off and begin again~
Each day is not another day, this can fool you too~
Each days a brand new day, yes a whole new start for you~
Then suddenly your blind to form~
The Source has taken you like a storm~
It is something you must crave and should never try to tame~
Even more important try not to give it a name~
The Source eats you up from the outside in~
You become whole once again~
The Peace that takes you over, hits you right in your very core~
It’s better than any child’s first trip to a candy store~
Bunny Parkinson~
All a little Girls needs~
To crawl into Daddy’s arms and know she is safe.
To sing and dance and to know someone is listening.
To smile and share her Love with out destruction of her heart.
Giving in her smiles, sharing in Peace just by being me.
Knowing she can sit on Daddy’s lap with the biggest of smiles.
Knowing no matter what that Daddy’s got her back.
Giving of herself with her heart and her Joy.
Sharing who she is to the whole wide world.
Breaking all the barriers that say it can not be done.
She knows on the inside this life can be won.
It is not the big girls we should all see.
The little girls is where we will be.
The chance to shine till her hearts content.
To be the light that is deep within.
The light this old world keeps trying to end.
These are the things a little girl needs.
The same little girl deep inside of me.
Nothing will take this light of mine.
I will shine from this day and this heart of mine
The Joys and the Hopes that once were left behind.
This little girl can’t wait to get out there and shine~
Through the Sand of an Hourglass~
The hustle and bustle of the mind can often allow us to miss the wonders of the day that surround us.
We
are busy to get things done or to busy trying to make things happen.
Never allowing time for the Sand of the Soul to enjoy it's being.
The quiet moments are not meant to be fought but embraced.
When we step over the quiet moments in the sand the body does not recognize what it means to hold Peace in it's midst.
The Busy will always run till it drops.
The Busy will always keep you from the quiet bliss.
The Busy will always be busy just to keep Peace at bay.
The Busy thinks if you stay Busy you will never miss the Peace.
The Busy will always require more busy.
The Peace will help you mind your P's and Q's
The Peace KNOWS once you find it…..Limits are no longer you boundaries.
The
Hour Glass of each day is a symbol of how quickly busy can carry you
away or it can be a BETTER sign that we should always just sit and
STAY.
The Busy is as Busy does.
Peace is just that PEACE.
Each time we turn the hour glass of a day, we have either watched the sand go by or stepped through just to get by.
The thoughts that busy us through our days are memories of what we should have lived that very day.
I
want to live today for today and watch the grains of sand go by. I want
to enjoy the things that will go away. As the SAND goes by we need
only to stop~~~~observe the wonders in the sand that come and so
quickly go.
Through my eyes may I see a soul~
Through my ears may I hear silent tears~
Through my mouth may softness flow~
Through my mind I choose to be more kind~
Through my hands touch a heart~
Through my heart bring on a new start~
God Love~
Sharon Faye Bunny Parkinson
Twas a Saturday before Thanksgiving~ 
It was the brightest of mornings and all thru the streets, garage sales galore you best be quick on your feet.
The tables were set the people were shopping. In hopes to find prizes next to nothing.
The neighborly ladies sitting under the tree, chatting, talking waiting to see. If they’ld make enough money for their own Christmas tree.
As we arrived and began to blend in, just be there for that moment I knew that would end.
My eyes began to wonder my thoughts strolled in, I saw a dress for our party, the excitement kicked in.
There was a rack full of dresses one as pretty as the last, the biggest thing wrong, they were all too big for my tiny _ss.
As my search nearly ended and my hubby stated, it is time to go, this is all sissy girl related.
I picked up my thoughts and turned to acknowledge then hubby howlers come on your spending funds for the grandkids college.
As my mind begins to agree just a little, I turn my head and see in the middle.
A white bearded fat man wearing a red cap, my head spun again like I had just woke up from a nap.
Then what to my wondering thoughts do appear,
It’s Santa oh Daddy look he is he‘s right there.
He gave me a smile and a wink of an eye. My eyes came a tear my heart felt a sigh.
I had to go see him and mention my thought. What that moment had done and what I was taught.
As I drew in a little closer, he reached in his pocket and pulled a card just as fast as a ROCKET.
As I stood before him with my silly giggle, He began to laugh and his tummy began to wiggle.
On the card was his picture with one word beside it. He gave me a hug as I looked down to read it.
Believe is what was said on the card and believe I just did it was not very hard.
For that very moment I turned my head and wanted to scream SANTAS will never be dead.
This is a true story for the most part it happen last Saturday~
It is really just a silly story but it means a lot~
If we CONSCIOUSLY look for things to bring and give joy~
THEY WILL SHOW UP~
ONE OF THE MOST PRECIOUS WORDS IN OUR VOCABULARY IS
(BELIEVE) Believe in self~~~~~~
I ALMOST MISSED A BIG DESIRE OF MY HEART~
(LIVING IN THE PRESENT MOMENT)~
Bunny Parkinson
Christmas Oak Tree
Christmas morning 2009 @ 6am in the morning and it is still quit dark. Lite rain about, cool stormy breeze in the air. Chiming beautiful background music from mother nature. I gathered my coffee sat down to blend in. Out in the distance stood dark shadows of trees all faded to black because of the leaves. As I sat there and began to breath it all in. I noticed one tree not far from my sight but quite far from my reach. This one was different it had details I could see. I noticed the branches and how they reached out as if to mean different paths I had been on. They went this way and that way, all strung out about. Each one had direction each one had purpose each one had end. As I continued to breath in the air so clean and so pure, chimes now had a more beautiful ring. Something inside of me said go ahead sing. I began to sing Merry Christmas to friends then Family singing “Merry Christmas to By Name each one in to my heart. Starring at that silly tree you see made that little girl in me be just me again. I started off thinking this was just another day. BUT this new day, that tree you see was ALL NEW TO ME. The trunk of that silly old tree was me. The branches were all paths I had taken. One as important as the next. Each branch significant to the next, all starting from the trunk. Some were full growth, Some were new growth, some were dieing, some had fallen off. Each path taken to get to the next. All starting from that silly trunk. As I continued my singing this little girl in me, bringing on an unbelievable cry. Something that moment said, Someone that moment said, A LITTLE GIRL in ME said “LET IT GO” What a beautiful blessing from that beautiful tree. Thank you my creator for this SILLY CHRISTMAS OAK TREE. Thank you Creator for ALL MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS~oxo
Bunny Parkinson
Prayers must start from the
heart~ What do we
pray for today? We wonder what we should say, That will satisfy our delusions. Why do we pray for others? Through all the lies and deceit, Because we look at our Mothers, She restores all of our defeats. Who do we pray to? In times of sorrow. When it's hard to see thru, What's in store for tomorrow. When do we pray to be touched? a mist all the hurts and the pains. Our heavenly father gives so much, Prayer brings on the best of our gains. Where do we pray from? Not from the head, but the heart. Though troubles still come, Prayer is where we must start. And prayers MUST come from the HEART! Jesus's little bunny! Bunny Parkinson~
| Stop resisting to listen~
Sitting in
the still presence of God.
Looking at the different shades of green. Listening to Gods whispers and my whispers to Him. Hearing myself when I speak of where I have come from and hearing Him when he says it will be okay wherever I go from here. The cats lie still around me. The silence is so addicting. The solitude is overwhelming as the hummingbirds non-stop flight. The children in the distance bring back things I'll cherrish with joyful tears. Even the truck I hear near by, brings back memories of yesteryears. The tractor sound so rare we hear, brings a peace in the air even the butterflies do not fear. Then as I stop to listen. His presence I won't resist. So thankful he still persist. It makes perfect sense to stop resisting and listen. Listening to what we miss if we resist. |
Our 115yr Olde House~
At one quick glance you think that house is okay.
Then the closer you get she takes your breathe away.
The Suwanee river breeze, draws you to her on your knees. There is something about her you just gotta see.
Or is it something about her, besides what you see.
Still not sure what it is, you stroll down her walk.
All of the sudden this olde house starts to talk.
You go up her steps it begins to sink in,
All the steps that have been here beginning to end.
Once your near her front door, you can't wait to feel more.
Her door opens to you, You begin to see,
Just what all the draw appears to be.
She has tall colored walls with a modest appeal,
Yet knowing and feeling her, we know she is real.
Her ceilings are high, her floors with her bumps.
All the stories she tells, you see in her humps.
To be continued!
Bunny Parkinson
He Started on the inside~
My thoughts
and my prayers straight from my heart, my Jesus and I no-one can tear apart. He started on the inside and worked his way out, now all I can do is move my old self-out. He creates in me a new melody, I want so badly for the whole world to see. Some say you can run but you can not hide, Jesus says "It's not for fun, I wish you would have tried." I often wonder where I would be had I decided not to see. So thankful and joyful he knows me so well, my hurts and my pains no one else can I tell. The first time I heard Jesus I only knew his name. The more I heard from Jesus I then knew why he came. My father, my savior, my closest friend, I want to be near you till your glorious end. Bunny Parkinson
| Life is all about the fight~
Life is all
about the fight. Someone else is always having to be right. When you just can't seem to win. When they just don't seem to listen. You just gotta keep up the fight. Life is all about the fight. When you just can't get in a punch. They look at you as if your out to lunch. When you can barely raise your hand to write. You just gotta dig in prayer for a deeper fight. Life is all about the fight. But there is someone who will always make things right. He'll give you himself each and every night. It's up to self to hang on real tight. Be prepared to help GOD fight the fight. |
The Mysterious Mirror~
| Lord Grace~ Lord Of Grace and almighty power~ all my strength is gathered from you. You send good things to those who seek. Why don't we see asking for you is all we must do? Not earthly things but the joys of knowing you. That struggling to find you is not what you seek. When all we need do is to listen for you. Staying near you is the hardest part but brings the only peace to our soul. Being of your world is so wonderfully difficult and makes being in this world so hard. Without you in me this world is nothing. Bunny Parkinson~
|
America America~Where will we be~
When the lights are out~What can we see?
When the lights come on~Where will we be?
America America What have we done?
America America get up before the sun~
Our children are sleeping~What can we do to protect them?
They sleep to find rest as they too will have to take this America test~
The future we have~We can not see what's ahead~
The children are asking and waiting~Is AMERICA Dead?
If not for those who try to destroy our soil~
BUT for those who believe we can find rest without turmoil~
Freedom is not free~ it is not to destroy~
Freedom is what we share for all to have joy~
Believe in America we must not drop the ball~
Our children are waiting to see what comes from us ALL~
So get off your tongues and speak of this freedom~
This freedom so many believe is Free~
To those who have died for this thing called AMERICA~
I hope and I Pray it is for all the rights reasons~
I will speak and I will teach till I am no longer able to reach~
So many of of those children who are depending on my feet~
So here is to those who died for my freedom and here is to those who lay young in there sleep~
I am fighting and believing we will be OK~Then I know just exactly what you will say~
GOD BLESS AMERICA~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q65KZIqay4E
~PROBLEMS~
Dear Problems~
We
may not be able to stand up against you, and all the negativity you put
on our plate, but we’ll always find a way to go around you.
You
bother myself, my families and friends, we’re sure you will try this
till the very end, but we’ll always find a way to go around you.
You
make us do and say hateful things to each other, we’d get cracked on
the _ss if we did or said it in front of our Mother, but we’ll always
find a way to go around you.
You make our egos bow up our emotions blow up,
But we’ll always find a way to go around you.
You make our day hard to handle, Blow us out like a candle, but we’ll find always find way around you.
We cannot get away from you, your around every corner, but we’ll always find a way to go around you.
Together~
