Inspiration and Acknowledgment

I was driving home from work this evening I suddenly became a bit happier. I began thinking of all the wonderful people I have been in contact with through this wonderful platform… Blogging has become an outlet for most... I believe there are many needs that are being fulfilled through this alternate plane. Some emotional, metaphysical, cultural uprising… A way to connect with the mind and spirit, through words and imagery rather than a societal facade…

People need a way to connect with others, wether through photography or philosophy… People need a way to express themselves with lack of judgement… They need a way to break barriers and challenge their boundaries of logic.

So as I am inspired by so many I thought they should know how honored I am. We all need a little inspiration in our daily lives and I wanted to recognize those whom inspire me…

Baekho… Shares a point of view that is clever and thought provoking. His style is meaningful…

Paul from Cafe Philos… brings interesting discussions with a sort of empathy that is repressed by most… his wit is evident in his style of writing

Aeode… what a profound pain written in her poetry… there is a light that is embedded in her words… they are intertwined… beautiful voice…

Grace… what can I say? An amazing and beautiful soul… ever changing as a Phoenix

Rob at I wish I could tell you… Always the teacher… Always willing to challenge himself for himself and others… a deep knowledge is present here, one that he is trying to share

J Alan… Brilliant artist, through photographs and words. The images he captures are breathtaking and surreal… I only wish to see half of the wonder he has shown though himself…

Zenuria… Zen a beautiful and kindred spirit… deep knowledge speaks to her soul and she expresses it eloquently in her words and photographs…

Sorrow… Indeed felt through her empathy… Complete and altruistic… forever enlightening others to the possibilities of life…

Lady by the water… A beautiful soul… forever. Her words speak to those who wish to understand love… on many planes

Miss Demure… Deep understanding of life flow through her words, at times I wonder if she realizes the impact of her words on others…wether through witty humor or powerful poetry… she stirs something within

Sea of memories… her unique and moving works… her music, her words, her soul… words can not express some of the emotions evoked from her mind to my soul

Kalliope Amorphous… She calls herself the muse catcher… I believe she has… Her art is something that can not be described… She captures something in her art that is boundless and infinite…

Goldenferi… A light of hope is shining for us to see. To learn from… She shines that light. A great insight she has, one that she shares with us… a beautiful soul

Raymond… A soul needing to be heard, a tale needing to be told… Give him the strength and desire to be heard…

Mother Winter Moon… Such a beautiful soul… She blesses us with her knowledge and instills in us a sense of peace and tranquility… Bless her

Spaz… This is one woman who transcends herself… whenever she writes I find myself in a new mind-frame… She has a way of sharing her soul through her words. Insightful and knowledgeable

Surface Earth… An all encompassing force… A voice all her own, reaching so many with a profound sense… Another wise and empathetic Soul…

Abdur Rahman... he has a corner where he shares his soul. Peace and love flow through his words as well as knowledge and depth

Mossy… his heart does speak, and his voice echos with a reminder of the perfection behind knowledge and love

Necromancer… indeed a diviner of sorts… intellect and wit behind his words I find…a profound message are hidden within each phrase…

I only know him as 99ppp… his words are poignant and meaningful…a truly gifted soul who shares a light and love through an honest and pure light… a force of good in this crazed sometimes confused world

Mark… indeed what is would be like to be him… probably one of the most aware and beautiful souls I know… He has a way of unveiling certain mysteries while recognizing the complexities of Life… He makes you wonder and analyze yourself…I sometimes simply read the comments left behind by those he has touched… beautiful soul…

Akash… You visit and leave beautiful words, yet I know not where you dwell… if your words are shared through another place… blessed be

The list of links above are a sort of tribute… All have led me to wonderful places in my heart, my soul, my mind… all have bared and shared a part of their being…I always believed in a underlying purpose a universal longing to connect… this is an affirmation of sorts… a beautiful affirmation…

Continue to live and learn… Life will always be by our side

Old Words

Your words remind me of an old language

A time of peace

A time of reflection

 

Your words have woken deep within my soul

A place seemingly lost

Waiting to speak

 

Your words have slumbered

Along with my mind

Awoken they have become

 

Waiting to be heard 

  “Your words remind me of an old language awaken from a deep slumber…I welcome them to my soul” -Enreal 

Logically, yes…

Logically yes…it can all be explained.

The thoughts and dreams.

The tiny glimpses of a surreality so perfect and happy it makes you yearn for that mental space again.

The perfect conversations laid at the perfect times that make it all seem as if the world, time and space are in synch with you, every fiber of you.

The subtle calm upon waking and realizing the night before, the dreams and adventures are gone into the vault of our minds. It was just a dream…and the longing for them to be reality…

Yes, indeed, it can all be explained. But why? Why explain wonderment? Why try to predict the unpredictable? Why does everything need a reason…Let it be and realize certainty is a myth. All be told, we define our surroundings. We give names to the nameless and rules to the chaos. Let it be and live in the uncertainty of Life…that is the only thing we can be certain of.

Misunderstood

I am the one you wont behold
I hold something you can not mold
I have peace forever old
I have centuries of secrets which wont 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

Six Defining Words

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Legend has it that Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Last year, SMITH Magazine re-ignited the recountre by asking our readers for their own six-word memoirs. They sent in short life stories in droves, from the bittersweet (“Cursed with cancer, blessed with friends”) and poignant (“I still make coffee for two”) to the inspirational (“Business school? Bah! Pop music? Hurrah”) and hilarious (“I like big butts, can’t lie”).

I was tagged by ZEN for this “meme” (I don’t really think I know the proper definition of a “meme”). It’s a six word memoir, inspired by Hemingway… I know I took this more seriously than I should have…lets really look closely at ourselves

Here are the rules:

1. Write your own six word memoir.
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
3. Link to the person who tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the web.
4. Tag five more blogs with links.
5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!

My six word memoir:

Always searching, forever questioning. Still waiting…

For now that is my memoir…Enreal…
It will probably change before the next time you read this page…or not.

Here are where my curiosities lie…

1. Necromancer

2. Mark…when he gets back from vacation

3. Spaz

4. SurfaceEarth

5. Sea of memories

I have died before

I have died before this night
This time
This place

I have died before in peace
With solace
With grace

I have died before and learned
Found my lesson
For the return

I remember it clear
I have died before
There was no fear

Yet with remembrance comes confusion
All for knowledge
Lack retribution

For I have died
Yet, I also lived

For which is gravity and light
For which is greater
Death or Life

I had a dream, a vivid dream, one which confused me, yet, left me at peace. Let me begin by stating that my dreams always involve some great adventure…Each night another great Quest…( I love to dream ) So analyze this one…

My sister and I were driving, it was dark. We had had some difficulties with my car earlier in the dream. Nonetheless, we were driving. Then we come to a precipice. A jagged line of rocky cliffs, bordering a road with no signs. My sister, who is diving my car, almost drives off…but at the next turn does…

AS we are falling down the seemingly short fall…I was battered by an explosion of energies and feelings, my heart was racing, yet the fear was quick to dissolve…My sister reaches out touches my face and says calmly and sadly, “I am sorry I killed you” In my final moment I felt a pang of sadness so profound…

I died. I did not wake. I felt my mind. I felt my mind being silenced. There was a separation, I felt my mind being separated from me. I felt a nothingness so strong, yet it was the most beautiful feeling. Nothing. A calm, dark yet bright place of silence filled with beautiful music. I felt at peace. I felt content…

I always had a beautiful vision of death…one which, when my time comes I will embrace…I never imagined I could be content with nothing, yet I understand…

This dream was a reminder, whether illusion or reality…challenge your beliefs, remember the possibilities

Conversation with Destiny

…You have arrived, traveled a long and winding road, made your decisions, chosen your path. You are here. You are here. How does it feel, to know I have been waiting?

I have come this far. I have chosen my path. I have made my decisions. Is my journey over, my fate accomplished, am I done?

…Slow down…what is the rush, take it all in. Your journey, your Life. How do you feel?

I feel incomplete. I have lived and decided, now I face a room. A closed door. And I am here with you. I assume you are Destiny.

…That I am

So how should I feel? To know you have been here, in time, anticipating my Life…How should I feel?

…This is a trick. You are being facetious? You are disturbed? Not many search for more…they accept, as you will…

I will do no such thing…You are Destiny! You have always known…Your questions are irrelevant…no answers would suffice…You are Destiny!

…Place your questions aside and listen…I am Destiny…I have fallen deeper than you…I have spoken and I have been…In the end I will be…can you understand? This is not about me…I will always be…Can you understand…this is about You…

What need I understand, what shall I question? I presume to have free will, then I meet Destiny. Shall I be fated to you?

…I speak nothing of Free Will…Free Will is always there…Do you believe all meet destiny? Do you believe all achieve? Fool…How have you come this far…and learned so little? You speak of Free Will as dismissed…Free Will…That Is Your Life…Do not dismiss it…it is a Gift…granted to so many who do not realize its power…You have met me…I am Destiny…Realize you Life…Realize your Destiny…You are fated to no one…

…Now enter your room…and open your door…