― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
All the years lead to this…
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
I am thankful for my health
I didn’t always have it
I am thankful for my home
It wasn’t always perfect and it still isn’t but I’m thankful
I am thankful for my family
They are safe, they have homes, they are loved
I am thankful that I have the ability to get up and go to work
I am thankful that I have the ability to provide for those who need me
I am thankful that I will be able to look at myself one day,
be happy for all that I am,
and know it is because I am thankful.
it is because I can see…
There are countless faces
Millions of places
Where life is life
With or without circumstance
and change is hard coming
Many have nothing to be thankful for
Be thankful and see
Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.
Oprah Winfrey
Loved This!!!!!!!
What if Reality
doesn’t believe
in affirmations
or that Hope can float
safely to shore?
What if Faith
secretly harbors
only dark truths
within her blinding
white, bright, smile?
What if Tomorrow
considers himself free
and has no desire
to form any ties
to past or present?
Then again,
What if Tomorrow wakes
finding himself
in bed with the present,
intertwined in a dream
that Faith envisioned
long before she smiled
invitingly, and offered her hand
to the hand of Hope
who stepped carefully
onto dry land once again,
looking Reality square in the eyes
before lifting her gaze to face
a new destiny?
~ smj
Both Sides Now, by Joni Mitchell
I am wandering down the halls of my mind… There are doors I keep wanting to open. The ghosts of experiences that are crying for my attention. I recall them, then I slam them shut. I would rather run, than face them, even one. I built the walls, strong. Never once letting them falter, never once letting them down.
The people.
The places.
The thoughts.
The spaces.
*
They made me… yet I made myself…
They shaped me… yet I overcame myself
Through loss and gain, my thoughts made me sane.
I played the game… and ever did I change.
First and above all Dad.
L and J, was it me or was it them?
The ground where it burned
The home which was always cold.
I didn’t belong.
I still don’t.
Yet now I’m home, and the ghosts are crying for my attention.
*
I listen as I write, waiting for what I am trying to say. Yet the thoughts remain the same.
I know what I overcame, yet that which made me is slowly driving me insane…
*
I know the answer, yet I don’t want to hear…
It is in there, trying to form itself clear…
Is it me?
Please answer my fears…
it is, but its ok
What does God see?
How does He feel?
If you could be with Him,
How would you feel?
Would you feel proud?
Or perhaps weak?
If you had to explain the situations of today?
Yes there is good in people…
Yes there is hope out there…
There is Faith…
Belief…
Benevolence…
Is that enough to shade the indifference?
How would the doubt be hidden?
What of wars and malevolence?
That is on our shoulders
In our conscience
And we should be ashamed
No, we can not fix the world
We can become aware
To question what God feels
To think of what He sees
To think that He does not understand all aspects
To not believe in the reasons
He holds the reasons
We learn from His reasons
We are guided by His intentions
Not forced, nor lead
Simply shown a possible way
Let us be more aware
And less blind
Let us become more like Him
Let us not lose the vision
Nor the hope we declare to Him
In the beginning I sink ,
Slow…
yet as fast as sound and the mind.
Deep down into an abyss,
Hidden…
Buried with time.
A feeling…
Thoughts form before my wandering eyes.
Yet they are closed. They know…
Incomplete…
Moments elude …
They grace what knowledge knows.
As if pieces are missing from my soul
Taken…
Hidden…
in plain sight
*
Panicking I feel holes in my heart.
Throbbing and alive.
My soul.
I know.
I must go to fill these holes.
Dull the subtle pain
Yet this moment finds me insane
*
All I ever needed
I misplaced along the way
As I backtrack
I miss the path
Further and further I go
I can not find my heart
I can not find my soul
I scream
My screams are muted
Muted by a place that is beyond sound
Movement in the distance I see
I run
My legs moving as fast as permitted
So fast
In this place there are no rules
I can fly
*
In the distance I see over the hills
Pieces of my soul are there
The holes from my heart
But the darkness produces shadows
I want to see clear figures in the opaque sky
I want to dance with the shadows of the moon
I want to put in words what I see
Simultaneous and Impossible
I need to complete my soul
I need to finish this dream
*
Every moment of this place collapses
My dream retracts
Back and forward
It is understood
somewhere
just not here
In a world where there are no boundaries
In a moment that spans a lifetime
I understand
My dream culminates with a realization
Not taken
Simply Free
In this place with no boundaries
*
Just in time for the journey back to my slumbering body
My soul weary
Yet happy
Solace found for my mind
With my souls completion
My heart and soul alight
With Love
With Knowledge
But was it real?
As I dreamed it?
Or perhaps I was the dream
Of chaos
In this place with no boundaries
it reaches me
*
sometimes I wonder what it is I really am thinking.
sometimes I wonder what it is I really am feeling.
sometimes it just makes no sense. it makes me tired.
~enreal