Ideally Imperfect

What were we taught?
Think about what we know.
It was all created by us,
Language and society.
All of it is conceptualized by us.

A baby is born into the world
We nourish, teach and love
We raise it, as we were raised
Sometimes different,
But most with good intentions

Sometimes along the way
A path is crossed
A child ventures the wrong direction
That child in the future misguided,
Misguides another
This cycle, vicious as is
Is Life

It takes One to eat from the forbidden fruit
It takes One to lead the wrong life
It takes One to teach the wrong message
It takes One to corrupt a beautiful mind

But alas, all is not lost.
The soul is pure,
It is the vessel is tainted
To live and learn the lessons of this Life

We teach based on word of mouth
We teach based on basic principles
We want to achieve good

Point being
We know what we were taught
We accept what was given
We trust what has been spoken

What if we question life?
What if we change one part of our existence
What if we train society to be less of what it knows
End the vicious cycle of want and unnecessary needs
Begin a new existence
Utopian Visionary
Ideally imperfect
Life

Blessed

I am not one to speak greatly on my religious beliefs. I feel them to be a personal and quiet subject. I believe in what I believe in. A few days ago I came across a plaque. It is a beautiful stone slab with a verse from the Bible engraved in it.
It touched my heart and made my soul turn with joy. So my thinking is, let me share…

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

Blessed are the merciful, for they will be showed mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peace makers, for they shall be called sons of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of God.”
Matthew 5:1-13

The simple implication, no matter your religious belief. It makes you want to believe in something. No matter religions, sciences, practices. It is simply a beautiful reminder that justifies Life. Hope you smile…


Within

 

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Within the calm of the twilight

Beneath the rays of the night

There lies a peaceful meadow 

With flowers and butterflies that shine ever so bright

 

Within the shadow of your thoughts

Beneath the veil of blindness in your dreams

There lies a path of light

That belongs for only your eyes to meet

 

Within the chambers of your heart

Beneath the reality of life and all its parts

There lies a place of solace

With answers and knowledge for an eternity 

 

Within your soul

 

 

Closed Eyes

When I look 
When I listen
 I close my eyes

I feel

It is here
It is behind me

Beside me

Inside me

It is whispering
“Listen with your mind”

Ears can not hear
The hauntingly soft sound
The whisper which rings in my mind
Echoing louder than thought

“Listen with your heart”
“…hear my call,
I am here.
Look for me with closed eyes”

“Find me,
I am here
In the eye of the mind
With the voice of your soul”

It never left…
Life is different with the knowledge
Passes by on a contrastive journey

Between ignorance and understanding

What the implications are for choosing to listen…

Are yet to be learned, simply live and listen…

Do not experience pain
Do not yearn for the past

The past is a trick of desire
Desire is the trick of the mind
The mind is the trick of time
Time is the trick of space
Space is infinite as is life

Experience life with semi closed eyes and an open soul
Experience the soul with an unyielding grasp

When I think of it
I feel sorrow partly for it
I feel sorrow and pain for myself

To want more time with it
Is that wrong?

Now I wait with closed eyes, for that is the only place I will feel it
Behind closed eyes is where I can hear it
Behind closed eyes I can see it, in my infinite mind

For eternity…

Can you feel it? Do you know what it is?

Birthdays

 

With you gone there have been less smiles for me to see

There have been fewer hugs

Fewer moments of happiness 

Fewer twinkles in the sky

I remember the twinkles in your eyes

 

With you gone there have been less memories to make

There have been fewer jokes

Fewer looks of dis*approvals 😉

Fewer moments of tricks to play

I remember the tricks you would play

 

With you gone there have been three less Birthdays

Three less Fathers Days

Almost three years less here with me

Doesn’t mean the end of smiles between us three

Perhaps the time is shared between

 

A new day before

Breaks the waves on distant shores

Yet the dawn has woken anew

Heaven and Angels are waiting with you

You smile and wave farewell

The birthday has passed

The memories swell

AS the tears to bid you 

Happy Birthday

I will always remember you…

I will always Love you

Dad


June 14th 1948- December 18, 2006

 

 

Be grateful for birthdays, you never know how many years  you have to share with the people you love… make them special.

A letter to my angel

Sad Angel

Dearest angel, why are you sad? Does it pain you as it pains me… how does the hole which throbs beat with nothing to fill its atriums. How does the case which houses the soul have shadows in corners with no walls for the shadow cast? How can it be that we pass through each other and feel, yet not see the beauty of thy reflection? How?

Dearest Soul, the other part of my being… do not feel as I do this moment. Do not yearn and question that which is not meant to be heard… For to know and not remember is more painful than the void which lay in its place… did you choose this, my soul… did you live this, my angel? did you place us here next to this eternity… did you plan this journey for us to be together and not speak… not touch… What say you to my call. What say you to my query… 

I can feel this moment clearly… when you think and make me hear. I can feel this moment when I wake from my slumber, the trance which makes me know… I can feel this moment as the others I have felt… and yet with this moment is another end… another beginning… another cycle. 

My angel, my soul… one as we may be… as it was intended to be… be with me. Please.

With Love and Light…

Only Questions

I sit and ponder my journals for hours. Trying to make sense of the senseless questioning. That is what I do. I question. I question and turn the words into poetry (if I’m lucky), sometimes an essay (if it makes sense),and sometimes nothing at all (commonly). Simply words.

 Tonight is different. My journal is making me confused. I sit here unable to focus. There is a sense of sadness, melancholia, for nothing more than waiting. Waiting for the answers to the questions.  And then the thought emerges, “perhaps my answers are answered”. Did I think out loud? I suppose I did. 

Perhaps my answers are answered, I am simply unaware of the truth, or the answers to my queries. It seems I drift to a place in my mind where the line is blurred between reality and imagination. This place we all know… it is the place from which our dreams come and then go… We watch the dreams pass by, forgetting before the meaning has a chance to resonate. 

The answers are there… 

 

The shadow of awareness divided…

 

“why do I love?”

“why do I hate?” 

“what is the meaning of all which comes my way?”

“what is the reason to my questioning?”

“why be awake to a life with little to no meaning?”

Why indeed… 

What good comes from questioning? Existence. For what have you if not the questions? It is indeed fun, the thoughts which arise are important. They cause so much in the way of life, yet they leave you wanting, waiting, for a glimpse behind the shadow of awareness.

 

I have always been a believer, “a knower”. I know what I know… it has been a journey through and through. Be it God. Be it faith. Be it Life, Reason, Truth. It is my truth. It is… and I know.  I know the purpose is to question. Ask and keep asking…and then there are times when I stop, I stop and think and question some more…

 

“why are there only questions?”

 

This time spent questioning has filled my mind with memories. I remember the first time I thought about God. I remember when I was aware of life and death. I remember thinking about my Soul. My life. My philosophies. As all these things began to formulate into my beliefs… into who I am. I remember. I am happy to remember. To be able to think and question with no answers. To believe in who I am and all the crazy things I believe are real… I am happy. 

 

“why are there only questions?”

That’s why 🙂