I am the one you wont behold
I hold something you can not mold
I have peace forever old
I have centuries of secrets which wont be told
I am your peace
I am your solace
I am your undefinable
I am your abstract
I give you comfort
I am your friend
I am your father
Until the end
Some call me Soul
Some call me Old
Some call me God
Yet some never call
A captive of Life
Confined in you
Forever with you
Unassumingly misunderstood
I was tagged by ZEN for this “meme” (I don’t really think I know the proper definition of a “meme”). It’s a six word memoir, inspired by Hemingway… I know I took this more seriously than I should have…lets really look closely at ourselves
Here are the rules:
1. Write your own six word memoir.
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
3. Link to the person who tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the web.
4. Tag five more blogs with links.
5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!
My six word memoir:
Always searching, forever questioning. Still waiting…
For now that is my memoir…Enreal…
It will probably change before the next time you read this page…or not.
Here are where my curiosities lie…
1. Necromancer
2. Mark…when he gets back from vacation
3. Spaz
4. SurfaceEarth
I have died before this night
This time
This place
I have died before in peace
With solace
With grace
I have died before and learned
Found my lesson
For the return
I remember it clear
I have died before
There was no fear
Yet with remembrance comes confusion
All for knowledge
Lack retribution
For I have died
Yet, I also lived
For which is gravity and light
For which is greater
Death or Life
I had a dream, a vivid dream, one which confused me, yet, left me at peace. Let me begin by stating that my dreams always involve some great adventure…Each night another great Quest…( I love to dream ) So analyze this one…
My sister and I were driving, it was dark. We had had some difficulties with my car earlier in the dream. Nonetheless, we were driving. Then we come to a precipice. A jagged line of rocky cliffs, bordering a road with no signs. My sister, who is diving my car, almost drives off…but at the next turn does…
AS we are falling down the seemingly short fall…I was battered by an explosion of energies and feelings, my heart was racing, yet the fear was quick to dissolve…My sister reaches out touches my face and says calmly and sadly, “I am sorry I killed you” In my final moment I felt a pang of sadness so profound…
I died. I did not wake. I felt my mind. I felt my mind being silenced. There was a separation, I felt my mind being separated from me. I felt a nothingness so strong, yet it was the most beautiful feeling. Nothing. A calm, dark yet bright place of silence filled with beautiful music. I felt at peace. I felt content…
I always had a beautiful vision of death…one which, when my time comes I will embrace…I never imagined I could be content with nothing, yet I understand…
This dream was a reminder, whether illusion or reality…challenge your beliefs, remember the possibilities
“A thought is a creation, a manifestation of emotions strong enough to surface, yet subtle enough to remain in thought…Long forgotten or briefly remembered…always there, for eternity”
These are my words in response to a wonderful thought…a love letter of sorts…
As I ponder my words I drift into my mind…a wonderful place indeed…For all those who read my writings I rarely speak of love (the romantic kind)…I never noticed until someone I know bestowed upon me the title “sarcastic romantic”
Am I? Do I believe in love? I believe in the beauty and the power of love…I believe in the power of emotions evoked by love…I also believe that people can love uniquely and quietly…I do believe in more than love…
So if my beliefs are misunderstood as “sarcastically romantic”, Let it be, I’ll take on the challenge.
…You have arrived, traveled a long and winding road, made your decisions, chosen your path. You are here. You are here. How does it feel, to know I have been waiting?
I have come this far. I have chosen my path. I have made my decisions. Is my journey over, my fate accomplished, am I done?
…Slow down…what is the rush, take it all in. Your journey, your Life. How do you feel?
I feel incomplete. I have lived and decided, now I face a room. A closed door. And I am here with you. I assume you are Destiny.
…That I am
So how should I feel? To know you have been here, in time, anticipating my Life…How should I feel?
…This is a trick. You are being facetious? You are disturbed? Not many search for more…they accept, as you will…
I will do no such thing…You are Destiny! You have always known…Your questions are irrelevant…no answers would suffice…You are Destiny!
…Place your questions aside and listen…I am Destiny…I have fallen deeper than you…I have spoken and I have been…In the end I will be…can you understand? This is not about me…I will always be…Can you understand…this is about You…
What need I understand, what shall I question? I presume to have free will, then I meet Destiny. Shall I be fated to you?
…I speak nothing of Free Will…Free Will is always there…Do you believe all meet destiny? Do you believe all achieve? Fool…How have you come this far…and learned so little? You speak of Free Will as dismissed…Free Will…That Is Your Life…Do not dismiss it…it is a Gift…granted to so many who do not realize its power…You have met me…I am Destiny…Realize you Life…Realize your Destiny…You are fated to no one…
…Now enter your room…and open your door…
…then I am who I am…you are who you are…what are we…
I have been trying to reach you…I made it through!
…Who are you…who am I…
Can you hear me? Am I getting through? Why is it so veiled? Is this a mirage?
…Who are you…who am I…
Are you my self…are you my desires…can you tell me who I am, what I want?
…
Be still, be silent and listen…I reached my deepest level…my hidden self…my subconscious…that is who you are…
…I think there for I am…that is who I am…I am you?
Yes
…So why then this joy? why have you been trying to reach me? If I am you?
There are certain things I do not understand, certain dreams, desires I can not comprehend, I was hoping for some resolve on emotions, can you enlighten me?
…I see, you search for meaning. Answers you believe to be inside…I think there for I am…I understand all that is shown to me…I take in all I see and make emotions clear…I can not enlighten you…
But you are my subconscious…do you not understand my desires, our desires?
…I see through a portal…I glimpse something more than your life…I get a partial view of a larger picture…a beautiful other world…
I am lost
…No, you are not, one day you will see…and on that day…we’ll be free…
…for now, heed your advice. Be still, be silent and listen…there are some things you need not understand…they are for me, your mind and soul…
I do not understand, this is chaos…
…chaos…is…then…then I am who I am…you are who you are…what are we…
We are one
I would like to thank Bill for this…a very simple reminder for us all
I have in my hands two boxes,
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, “Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold .”
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.
With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
I showed the hole to God, and mused,
“I wonder where my sorrows could be!”
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
“My child, they’re all here with me..”
I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with the hole?
“My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go.”
We should consider all of our friends a blessing
Send this to a friend today just to let them know you
are thinking of them and that they are a joy in your life.
A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end.
It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends.
But the treasure inside for you to see,
Is the treasure of friendship you’ve granted to me.
Today I pass the friendship ball to you.
Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you…
Journals Of Enreal 