Category Archives: Hope

Elizabeth

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“”Give them nothing,”said the saint. “Take rather part of their load, and carry it along with them-that would be most agreeable to them: if only it agrees with you!” -Friedrich Neitzche, “Thus spoke Zarathustra”

Elizabeth

Your cries are for the piteous

Your sighs are for the greedy

Your worries are for the selfish

Yet you remain selfless

Elizabeth

With tears you break spirits

Yet light and peace are behind those eyes

Remind yourself this burden you carry is not yours

It is empathy’s war

Elizabeth

When the angel brought your soul

When the angel called your spirit

You tried

All in all

All and all

Ashes and Gems

Surviving your fall

Elizabeth

You bring forth Joy

You carry your light

You are beauty

Bring forth life

Elizabeth

Be well

Time will show her plan

Time will tell her secrets

She will beckon to you

Elizabeth

Start Quoting Yourself

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We need to share each other…we look for words of wisdom from the past…we look for words from the wise…look into yourself, start quoting yourself! Share them with me…

“Life and the power it holds for each and everyone of us. We as individuals are all apart of the same world. We as individuals are not as individual as we may seem. Asking questions that need to be asked but are far from being answered” -Enreal

“Know yourself and you will know that there are times that moving forward may not feel the way that you perceive that it should. The more aware you are, the more tuned in you are you will recognize what is normal discomfort and what are intuitive red flags that are there to warn you of a mis-step”- Mark Brown

“What matters is rarely matter.”-Rob Gruber

“Should you be brave enough, strong enough, wise enough to perceive it, there is a beauty and wonder in life beyond the barrier fashioned by the illusion. Embrace it. Revel in it. Liberate yourself though it. Become one with it. Stop judging me . . . stop judging them . . . stop judging you. Forgive everyone and everything. Then, give yourself permission to take my hand and make this passage with me.”- Miss Demure Restraint

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” -Enreal

“The depth of steps we leave in life is defined by our love one to other” –Tomas

Tidal Wave

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You dreamt of this
A force unseen

You dreamt of this
An energy obscured

You dreamt of this
This place, this vision

Forgetting the fear
Retracing the purpose

Before you arrives
As if sent by meaning

This chaos
This confusion

Before you falls
A weight of life

A strength
An answer

Before you fades
As a veiled mirage

This peace
This victory

So then why
This fear
This angst

You conquer
You defeat

A minds tidal wave
Gracious potential

A year

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Where was I that day?
I drove my sister home from work…It was cold, I had worked all day.
As I pulled into the driveway I saw the lights…
“Should I come inside, you think Dad is awake?”
“He is probably asleep it is midnight”

He was awake, he was waiting for me, Sara had made potato pancakes, he wanted me to have some.
But I left, I didn’t want to go inside. I’ll see him next week, on Thursday, my day off. I did see him sooner than that. It was 4:00 in the morning…the phone rang. My sister on the line…

“Dad died” I died inside…I screamed so loud and sobbed so strong I let part of my soul leave my body…and it still has not returned. As I stood up I was lost…I was lost. As I drove the road carried me, yet I know not how I got there. As I pulled into the drive, a pain gripped me…If only I went inside four hours ago, I would have talked with him one last time. I would have kissed him goodnight, I would have said “I love you”. (As a child growing up he never said he loved me, only the past five years or so he said it although I know he felt it. ) As I walked through the door there were strangers in the house, some from the police department, the medical examiner, the funeral home…

I went into his bedroom, closed the door and sat with him. I looked at his face, was he smiling? Did he see his mother, whom he missed greatly? Did he see his father or brother whom he longed to see? I touched his hand…his cold hand…it was always cold. (the only part of him that was ever cold). I sat for a while. I talked to him, hoping he could hear, I wished and prayed to God for another word, a smile, a glance, anything…nothing came…

As they came and told me he had to go…I was numb…we all lose love, we all lose parents…we all experience grief and suffering…We just need to see what we have in front of us…We need to make time, I wish I had. You see, we are not guaranteed time, if anything we are guaranteed death, and there is no set time or place for it. So for all of you running around…take a minute to look at the ones you love and the ones who love you and make time…

Silviu George Klein…My father, my equal, my heart…
I never told him how much I admired him, how much I respected him, how much I loved him…
I have my beliefs in where he is, I have my convictions on Life.
I am strong in my beliefs…but there is still the one thing that is missing…his voice, his eyes, his laugh, his life…
I do miss him so much…all those things and more…

Father! Father?

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Father!
Father?

For where have you roamed to?

Father!
Father?

Did you journey to your heart?
Did you find your peace?

Father!
Father?

Did you go for the far away star?
The one that shined
O does it shine

Did you dive into the abyss?
The abyss of the beautiful sea
The sea of infinite mystery

Father!
Father?

How does the galaxy look?
The majesty of heaven
The heaven of ours

Father!
Father?

What of mythical knowledge?
Knowledge of fate and life
Life as we know

Father?
Father?

Will I see what you saw
Your visions
Visions of Life?

Father!
Father?

For where have you roamed to?

When I think of him

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When I think of my father I get sad…Why do I remember the pain, the sadness in his eyes. Why do I focus on his suffering, instead of remembering his passions and how happy they made him. Why do I think of how life let him down, and him never complaining about it? Why do I wish he could have had more, given all that he sacrificed. He put away any wants for himself and sacrificed everything including dignity to survive…

When I think of my father I remember his eyes…the knowledge and power behind a fading facade. His life had begun to drain before he began to experience it. His father whom he loved and cherished, passed before his time. His beloved mother with whom he held the highest respect…died at also too soon. He had an underlying ability to feel empathy.

When I think of my father I remember how proud he was…Not about himself, but everything and everyone. He could make his daughter feel guilty because I felt that I did not deserve his credit. His achievements in the kitchen were never thwarted by my lack of enthusiasm…”have some of my stomach (tripe) soup!!!It is delicious…Come on have some, at least try it!”
All I did was complain of the smell and make fun of him, in a half serious way, he loved when I joked on him. He had a wonderful sense of humor! Although his jokes sometimes were lost in translation. Life gets lost in translation, along with love.

When I think of my father I remember how much he loved life… He never got to see any of it, and his desires were so great, his dreams were so large. I pray now he can begin to see. I pray God grants him serenity.

In the name of…God?

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Are you a good Christian?

Are you a good Muslim?

Are you a good Jew?

What ever faith you believe…
What ever happened to just being a good person?

Is monotheistic obedience leading to social and fundamental intolerance?
Are centuries of beliefs turning into a mass of ignorance?Do our beliefs poison society?
Did we not learn anything from the centuries of war?
Did we not learn through our enlightened knowledge that we are all so very similar?

Only consciousness separates us (if that).

In the name of God, Yahwey, Allah, Haile Selassie, Shangdi 上帝, Shen 神,Zhu, Tian Zhu 主,天主, Tian 天, Akal Purakh…
All these names, representing a common omnipresence.
A beauty encompassing power that can be both salvation and damnation at once…
These names give hope to millions and have inspired millions to do wonderful things.
So then, how did these names lead to some of the most unimaginable atrocities?

Is it in the name of God?
Or is God an excuse?

The meaning of God, what it represents, whether or not you believe…it is a hope…a sense of purpose…a reason…
All these names…The Name… God

I was recently asked if I was a good Christian. I am private about my beliefs, but it got me thinking on this topic.
My conclusion is this…whether or not you believe in anything is on you. Only you can make yourself happy. How you live your life and whether or not you are a “good” believer or follower is your decision to make, and is no ones place to judge.

And as for God…what God stands for is more than war and violence. Remember always, the potential is infinite.

The name of God…It is amazing what a Name can hold…