Beep-Beep, Remember

By Shaw Menefee

Dear Reader,

The greatest joy I have in these 279 sayings is the connection we share wherever you are and wherever I am while you read this. With this collection, I offer my gratitude to 21st century science and age-old practices which have nurtured me from states of depression and trauma to the state of being in love. Thank you for reading and tuning in.

Living with you in laughter and remembrance,


Shaw

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Aug 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781483558042

Book preview

~ All Ways ~

Stars,

flickering,

moving gracefully in tandem.

Orbiting

in a silent yet powerful dance.

So magnificently akin to

our Human Design.

The manifestation of the orbit

coded within the cell.

Harmony in a minuscule scale,

dancing as the larger forces of planets.

My atoms and Jupiter,

different dance partners and yet the same.

I am the atom.

How stunningly obvious.

I am Jupiter.

How ridiculously wonderful.

I am the dance.

Why, of course, I AM.

Indistinguishable from All.

I am a Power Source

of Light and Love.

Just ask my neurons.

The greatest love:

touching the face of Eternity.

Second to it:

looking within

to greet it.

Short of a perfect human being,

I am a Perfect Being.

For the noise

I forgot and forget.

It took me a while to

remember.

In quiet times,

I remember.

And I smile

and shake my head.

I can be so short-sighted.

At times,

I forget I am

an explosion

of power.

A renewable

source of energy.

A perpetual child

of infinity.

I forget,

as I am made of the stuff

of humans

to be called human,

I am made of the stuff of light

to be called Light.

Remember?

Remember.

Awe manifests

by understanding

I am.

Given the tumult

of my upbringing,

I find it amazing that

I’ve come to the

startling realization,

the absolute

clarity,

that I am

utter perfection.

A manifestation

of all that

has ever been,

and will be.

I am humbled to tears

beyond words to express

a gratitude of this magnitude.

Thank you, sages,

for leaving us

the crumbs to follow.

Hope.

Already

tied to my consciousness.

Indelibly.

I need only look

beyond my regenerative body.

Further than the scope can see.

Where mathematics

bridge the seen from the unseen.

Hope goes by many names.

I am inseparable from it,

and it from me.

Only intellect sees

Hope as a decision.

I am perfection, peace, calm.

I have to remind myself

that I am all those.

Because something will come along,

and I will convince

myself otherwise.

But deep down inside

to that leveled core within me,

I know.

Without knowing,

I know.

Where the quiet is,

I Know.

I am perfection.

I am peace. I am calm.

Balance.

Maintaining equilibrium

requires a spatial perspective

to find my center.

Finding my center

requires that I see a point of reference.

The play of energy,

the perpetuating motion

within my solar plexus,

and within all the cells of me

shows me

I am a composite of balance.

I am,

by nature,

already balanced.

To an unfathomable degree.

I heal my body and thoughts

to realize

past blood and bone,

I am

Balance.

How oblivious I’ve been.

Looking back,

I see the universe

has been

delivering all I’ve ever

asked.

(In one form or another)

Yes.

Let me keep this in mind,

especially when good

things come to pass.

Without creed,

I knew of ritual.

Three times a day,

as others had before me,

I sojourned and asked

the empty space

to take form.

Christianity, Sikhism,

Hinduism, Islam, Bajoral, Delbon, etc.

Celebrating their creation,

the core of their magnificence,

the love of all took form.

And I remembered simplicity.

I asked the world

to tell me my purpose.

The Universe

scratched its head and laughed,

Does the porpoise seek purpose?

Then with knuckle to chin,

and a twinkling eye, added,

Ask me about function.

Fungi have a perfect function

to its colony.

The sun to the solar system.

The perfect function

being

Balance and Cooperation.

The perfect function

of my consciousness

guides me

to synergy

with people, nature, and process.

Show me,

Oh Universe,

show me.

Show me the dream

that I might dream

the dream for me.

Show me.

Show me the talent

I own but have yet to use.

Show me.

Show me my alignment,

my human alignment,

to the celebration

that I already am.

Show me.

I love to see us move.

I am anything but unique.

This brings me comfort.

For it means

all I have ever felt

has been felt before

by someone else.

I call on their discoveries.

I call on their wisdoms.

I thank the heavens

for the incredible lack

of originality

of