Category Archives: Inspiration

Light and Time

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I forgot the time
I forgot the present

I have no memories

Only thoughts

 

I worry of the future
I worry of the past
Troubles upon troubles

Forever are cast

 

Gone now are seconds and minutes
Hours and days

Years hold fears
Time holds tears

 

Tired and regretful
Panicked and fretful

Life is gone and left us in shadow
Yearning for now
Not for tomorrow

 

Turn around and around
A clocks hand and bell sound
Dizzy and loud
Time holds wickedly proud

 

Time is home to many a prison
Light once forced to comply
Since it has broken through,
Light is fugitive and eternally new

 

Light has gone to the end
Time has found no new friend

They will meet again
At a point where they are one

Looking from shadow to sun

All is one at the beginning
Centered they see
One in one will they be

Eternally

and

Endlessly Free

 

Happy New Year

Be The Light

~ Enreal

 

Illusion

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As I walk in the cold night the snow gently passes my sight. It falls. I breathe in. Exhale out. The visibility of my air carries my gaze just past the darkness. I watch it disappear with all illusion.

“hush”

I follow my step easily. I catch my thoughts dancing. There. A hint of magic. The stars visible as the snow. Dark and moonless is the night. There a hint of remembrance.

“shhh”

The wind whispers its cold voice. Cold and ignored. Ignored and misunderstood.

 

“Listen”

It whispers…

“See”

It calls…

Here is the magic I yearn for. yet palpable it is not. I wish to hold it in my hand. I wish to smell its sweet reality. Taste its magnificence. This is not it.

Oh but it is… you can not hold it… you can not smell nor taste it… but you can feel it

With that it ended. Within that moment of awareness. The moment the vapor mingled with the darkness of the night. That… and the blink of an eye. Reality changes into illusion once again.

 

Sweet darkness hold your magic close. For I shall return for it on another glimpse. I can feel it. ~enreal

Oh time…

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you travel so fast, wings beating upon the invisible threads you have woven. as you travel and laugh your song carries on. dancing with the sun.

your thoughts became the embers of fantasy and dreams, your wishes beckoned incredible things. From dust came fire and Moments.

From Ashes came clouds and Years.

shadows became fractured which formed Breaths

sorrows born together with Tears.

and happiness found within the seasons and years.

within your dawn you have created life. together maybe with what has been and forever will be Your Father

Oh time. when will the moment come of our rest. perhaps together, if you’ll have me, we shall accompany each other to a place where we can sit and watch the world. still.

 

 

 

perhaps maybe if time would hear my confusion. taste my thoughts. perhaps I would rest for a bit. ~enreal

Story Teller

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The world awaits a new tale… filled with wonderment and life… visions and strife… the world awaits a new hero, a new world, a new time… every second one is born, another one dies.

I sit and read tales told through countless lifetimes. I fly through my mind. As I read the words they lose their shape and become landscapes of thought.
The story teller paints on the canvas of veiled sight. Whispering thoughts and watching them blossom. Watching them flow on the river of words until abstract becomes understood and understanding becomes reason for the listener. They tell yet always see in plain sight.

 

I sit and listen to the voice of the teller. Hearing the words and entering their minds. I fly.

 

Turning I see them. I hear the words they spoke as they wrote and they dreamed.

 

I saw them fly.

Eternal be the words, eternal be the thoughts, they remain for eternity. Infinitely flowing through minds. They live forever as others die.

Words. Thoughts. Voices. Memories. Dreams. Visions. Emotions. Created. Destroyed. Transformed. Interpreted. Saved. Deleted.

The voice of the story teller lives and is spoken through time.

As they whisper you can hear their true voice

As you listen you can see them fly

 

Turn and hear me.

See me. Telling you a tale.

Can you see me fly?

This time, this place

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What Life did you choose?

Which path was yours to take?

What lessons were yours to learn?

Have you forgiven your mistakes?

 

I drift into my mind… a place I often view more as reality than Life…I drift.

I acknowledge my decisions… I acknowledge and am close to acceptance.

We all have stories,

Each Life blessed and cursed.

Each Life individual yet connected.

Each Spirit more free.

Each Soul more aware.

With each Life…there is always a purpose.

Sometimes it is not present until the end…

sometimes it is not present until generations pass…

Sometimes it is ignored…

and time passes until its purpose is remembered and embraced…

We all have stories and we are the authors…

There came a place where silence ruled
Time passed slow
Light stood still.

In this place we were at home
We were boundless
We were infinite

There came a time in this place…When we had to chose a lesson…One we never faced before…

We had to continue learning
We had to continue to grow

In this time, in this place there came a calling for love…there came a calling for support…there came a calling to be the sacrifice…there came a calling to be more…

In this time and place there came a calling for pain… for empathy… for understanding…

Then in this place, in this time… it was time to leave… the time had come to share what we learned… to share what we know…

One day we will go home. Take with you your story….

Remember this time, this place

You are the author

 

 

“Listen, hear and wait. you will see” enreal

Equinox

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The night began to quiver with energy. The stars suspended high above the world. The moon shone down with the light of the endless years.

The  wind blew gently through the ageless branches of life. The air held breath, the vivid darkness held time. Still yet pulled with the weight of anticipation… then the shift… through the moon light… Voices came from high… from within… through the silence… through the wind… spoken clearly… simultaneously… beautifully…

We speak to thee as one
We plead to thee as none
While in the night we sought
Within ourselves we fought

For when we awake
Our lives we forsake
In the night we burned
What in the day we learned

As they fade,
The answers we so desperately seek.
As they go,
Our soul will always know.
As we part,
From the knowledge we most want.
As we learn,
That they can never be taught.
For as we grow,
With our soul aching to know.
They can never be lost
They can always be found
They are always within us
They are always around

Our truths
Our answers
Our lives
Our destinies

It is with you we yearn to see

It is with you we wish to be

Free with you

Bless this moon light

We can see

Now live

and be free

as if made from the fibers of a dream…

The night became still once more. The words lay vivid on the ground. The moon shines as never before. Bless this moon light indeed.

Leave of absence… off with my muse

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Taking a break to finish a project… thanks to all who visit and keep me inspired… be back soon

~Enreal

What say you muse… shall we have a go? Shall we venture into the area which has been left unattended for too long… for this place has become overgrown… it has become wild.

What say you muse… shall you accompany me this evening? For it has been too long… the tales are wide and adventures need to be shared… what say you muse… shall we?

I believe we shall dear friend …

it has been too long and the air is crisp with anticipation…

it is fresh with dry water

alive with the winds which caress

Caress with icy hands that burn not the skin

Where is this place you speak of… for I see beauty in this darkness

that which is invisible to the dark

yet tangible and real

I see nothing abandoned…

All is well and right… all which is in plain sight… yet it is my mind which is ripe… awaiting a friend to accompany my thoughts tonight

Words and visions.

Thoughts and creations.

Songs and lyrics.

Colors and Sounds

It is my mind which races during slumber

It is my dreams which keep my soul awake

I am grateful

I am bursting

So what say you muse? Shall we go and make art… shall we once more make that which is obscure… clear?

Indeed we shall