Messages

Messages 

They come in all forms… words of advice from some higher self… your higher self

These serendipities… syncronicities 

Coincidences…

Is that all they are?

 

How busy are we when we can’t take a minute and unwind… think about our burdens… think about the meanings…

How busy are we when it becomes stressful to stop and breathe?

These instances are when our mind/subconsiousness looks for signals… they are there already… we are just too busy to notice… it is our higher self which relays the message to the mind. 

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These messages are all around… the messages are the ones we are too blind to see… plainly visable and understandable… they are our signs… we realize the problems, know the solutions, yet they are unheard…

Poverty 

Hunger

Genocide

War

These things are our messages… we know they are situations which are difficult… altering… these are things which we understand and know they shouldn’t be… they are our lessons… the fact that we all  know they are sorrowful… we all feel for the situations passionately… these are the things all sides can agree on… things that are inhumane… yet, there they are… existing… and to such extremes it breaks even some who are not there is person…

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There are those which do wonderful charitable works… philanthropists… and every day good people… yet there are those who close there eyes to it… refuse to think, let alone acknowledge these situations… let us learn our lessons as a whole…

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“One of the most powerful vision I have experienced was the first photograph of the earth from outer space.  The image of a blue planet floating indeep space, glowing like the full moon on a clear night, brought home powerfully to me the recognition that we are indeed all members of a single family sharing one little house.” -dalai lama

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So in conclusion…  these are extremes… which are our messages… we need to listen more… perhaps the solution is there as well… we just need to look a bit deeper… and share with one another… 

I am

I am the one you won’t behold
I hold something you can not mold
I have peace forever old
I have centuries of secrets which won’t be told

I am your peace
I am your solace
I am your undefinable
I am your abstract

I give you comfort
I am your friend
I am your father
Until the end

Some call me Soul
Some call me Old
Some call me God
Yet some never call

A captive of Life
Confined in you
Forever with you
Unassumingly misunderstood

The Human Factor

Can we make a difference?
Surpass the past
Evolve?
Can we grow?

Have we the key?
Can we see the door?
Should we unlock it?
Who would it be for?

We have the key
We see the door
We have to unlock it
It has been done before

We can make a difference
Surpass the past
Evolve
And grow

We have the human factor
We are all connected
As a whole we can make a change
As a whole we can make a difference
We must live ourselves
We must look within
It is simple for us to wait for others
It is simple for us to blame the rest
It is simply blaming ourselves
We don’t see it
Or do we?

Ecclesiastes

For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Where are you

 

Are you here?

I see you not

I waited for this time

A time I never forgot

I have always lived in the past

Learned to give in to moments that shall not last

 

I have learned

I have been told not to question

But I yearn

Be it truth or be it lesson

 

A truth unspoken

A knowledge misunderstood

A burning question

I need to be heard

 

Where are you?

Why am I in this time?

Why am I in this Life?

 

Where are you?

Why have you left me here?

away from my time of old

 

If I don’t see you

How can one be certain?

How can I put all of my faith in my beliefs?

How can one trust in fantasy?

In a reality not my own

 

So I ask this one question

A question known

I have the answer

Yet I ask this one question

In hope of a sign

Where are you?

So Far

Watching

Waiting

Gazing silently at the horizon… listening to my heart

All my thoughts escaped

At peace

 

All my thoughts escaped

But only for a moment

 

For they shall return

They shall come flooding into my mind

Harkening to my soul

Bombarding me with feelings

Regret, longing, memories, failures… want

 

I see it 

Where I envision myself

 

I feel it

My Soul waits in confusion

Two lives 

Two desires

One pure 

One tainted

My soul waits in contemplation

 

It doesn’t know what to feel

So much has simply passed

time

dreams

thoughts

knowledge simply slipping though the mind

landing on the wings of an angel

she waits

arms reaching to entrust the moments lost

“your answers”

she waits

 

I get tired of looking

The horizon so far away

Of all my wants

Of all my searching

I want to be complete

I want to be one 

Mind and Soul

Letting the ego go

 

Yet it is so far

One must travel the endless journey

To meet the horizon

This journey

Is life

And life

As the horizon

is infinite

Let us live

Journey to the end of the world

It may be far

So far

It may be

Let it be

Receive me

Into the arms of abyss
Receive me

Into the fields of light
Receive me

Into your fortress of clouds
Receive me

When dawn crashes upon waters
And shadows bring forth ice

When storm carries winter
And the release is a ray of night

When the thunder shatters
And lightning embraces

When silence is scarce
And noise is null

When all is sacred
And all is inside

Receive me
Release me