Tell me the world wouldn’t be better with fields of colors.
Moving, radiating with the perfection of the mind.
Exploding int he spectrum of thought.
Elapsing with the fragments of time…
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Mortality
“God has put within our lives meanings and possibilities that quite outrun the limits of mortality.”
Harry Emerson Fosdick
As of late I have been thinking about death, not so much mine, yet not generalized. Perhaps it’s because I am more aware of it, perhaps it’s because it is part of life. I don’t know. I could say it’s because I am getting older, yet by todays standards I am very young. Perhaps it’s because I am afraid that if were to leave today I would have little to show for my existence. Perhaps. Yet who knows?
What I do know is that one day I won’t be here, my family as I know it won’t either… what will be here is the next generation. If one day I have kids I will live in memory as my father lives in mine. If one day my words travel beyond these pages they will live in the minds of their readers… if.
If not, there is still infinity, there is still life, there is still the wind carries the air… if I am forgotten, as my father will be once I am gone we shall make the sun shine and the moon glow… we shall whisper in the wind as so many of the forgotten do… yet there is still that which does not forget…
through silence
Only through silence I will see
The dawn breaking in front of me
Its colors vivid,
though I remain blind
The light so timid,
in the shadows of my mind
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Why have I silenced my soul
Heard it shout though always I know
That it was I who broke the dawn
I listened to it sing
its final song
The voice is gone
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It shall remain undone
Until Silence has won
Be silent and know
that in truth, you beleive it dead
know the truth in its stead
Silence speaks volumes
They leave shadows
Time passes
The wind whispers your name.
Thoughts pass
The mind holds them in vain.
The soul grasps
To the memories in pain.
Why must these memories fade?
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Do I recall that which I lost?
The time spent for the highest of cost.
Love is paid from the bond which is made.
As life goes forward with or without a way.
Why must these memories fade?
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Some may be unburdened, for memories weigh down.
Some may be melancholy, for there is something to be found…
“The memories carry lessons, leaving messages to be read Signs upon the threads… Anchors upon the lines of the mind…”
Why must these memories fade?
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Loss and gain
Happiness and pain
Sorrow and shame
Through all we overcame…
Why must these memories fade?
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They leave shadows
Shadows are not memories
A shadow is but darkness cast in the presence of light
it is not the light, only a glimpse
Time passes and the wind whispers your name.
Thoughts pass and the mind holds on in vain.
The soul grasps on to the memories in pain.
Why must these memories fade?
Time speaks
What say the time… when love becomes divine
When the spirit breaks… leaving behind the wake
The ripples upon water
The shallow darkness falters
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What say the time… when knowledge leaves the mind
When the body trembles… chasing the passages of death
The passages of birth
The breeze escapes the deepest depth
The echos carried upon the softest of breath
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What say the time… when the heart slows the spirit
When the soul loosens… the hold is free
It aches in remembering… it beats for life
It awakens… it forgets
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What say the time… upon the sacred hour
When the mind and body see
When love and knowledge are mirrored
When the Heart and soul are free
The veil is lifted
The mirror reflects
The knowing that has been there
The knowledge held with care
The mind, the heart, the spirit, the soul… all hold pieces… perhaps they shall see
Upon the sacred hour
Forever shall they be free
For now Time is silent
Listen to be heard
Loss
I
What would you have me do
Sit here simply and dream of you
While my dreams lay broken on the floor
Never to fly
Never to soar
II
What would you have me do
Get on my knees and beg of you
To unveil your eyes and hear my tears
They are only tears
They fall
III
What would you have me do
As I know I have all of you
Despite my mind
I know my heart
If ever should part
It would be a start to loss
Disenchanted
Perhaps she failed you, perhaps you failed me…
Perhaps I placed all my hopes in the most fragile of jars… watching, waiting as they teetered on the edge of the shelves in my mind
Perhaps I placed all my desires upon the wild flames only to have them cooled by the beautifully soft winds. Lightly and ever so gently she reduced them to embers and ashes which she carried delicately in her invisible arms
Perhaps all my dreams have vanished to another realm, another world, another place where they can dance and laugh and be free… for they do dance, laugh and are free somewhere… I can remember this for a second as my eyes smile to the morning light then slowly give passage to the reality of the day. The seeming finality of what is real… but what happens to that second, that glimpse… why must it be erased so quickly… when all I want to do is be there… why must it pass?
Why must she take them to her hidden reality.
She made you be present, disenchanted, aware.
If indeed you are, then I have failed too. For to break such hopes, to extinguish such desires, to forget such dreams… is sad.
To do these things is sad. It weighs heavy on my heart. I pray you understand.
She failed me too.
Yet I know not if you understand. To hear of your disappointment brings the fire to my heart… it is one of shame and disillusion. I dreamed you always by my side, guiding me, and now I want to hide as a child who is afraid of her shadow.
Why now? Why must I see this failure now? It is a failure to see reality and turn away, so for now I shall wait with my shadows and ask of you, my victor… is it too late?
Why must I save you from her, if she is me and I am you?
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