Response…”I don’t believe in…”

In response to a challenge, Challenging ones beliefs. Sibbia made me explore a part of me that I never questioned before…my beliefs. I believe in almost anything that is beautiful, I do not discredit ones beliefs, faith or values. I reflected on my beliefs, things that I may not believe in, using her examples, I tried to find something. Silly as it might sound I believe in a lot of things. Some abstract, conservative, some radical. It was odd as I reflected. So I will respond “Why don’t you believe in…?”

Why don’t you believe in…
God, Mohammed, Christ, Buddha…
Power of the mind, Power of the Soul, The Soul?

Why can’t everything exist? That in itself is narrow minded, proof or no proof.

My theory is, who are we to ask? We are the discoverers of life. We hold no claim to any of these philosophical concepts. We only gave names to things we had before us. We only looked upon and identified things as we made sense of them. But it is we who made the laws we govern.

An example. The Sun. It is a bright and powerful star. It is one of millions in this galaxy, one of billions in this universe, and so on. But is it a star? If we found life somewhere else, another universe, and they told you it was not a star, but something else, would you believe them? Because they said so, would you want proof? That is the fall…we want proof, can’t leave good enough alone. Why can’t we believe in the beautiful. The concepts that are above and beyond us. Why must everything be tainted? Who is the originator, the source? Who defined us?

To me believing is necessary, we live in such sad times. Poverty, Famine, War, Intolerance, Negligence, why can’t we leave room for mystery? I personally have to hide my beliefs in fear of ridicule. Ignorance is to blame, along with fear. I wonder if they are the same? If you have nothing to believe in, what’s the sense of living. Life would be birth and death, black and white. Where is the beauty and mystery in that?

So then, where are the answers? I believe, proof or none, we hold all the answers in our Soul.
In a way it can all be proven, all, every last unimaginable, unattainable, unprovable thing. The Soul and Mind holds and creates some of the most beautiful and vivid answers. Imagination is the key. We create in our minds countless worlds, infinite space. We create a reality. This may sound strange, but when you don’t believe, you cease to be.

To read the full post click here. Worth the read and thought. It is good to challenge ones beliefs, and although I myself did not, I reaffirmed my beliefs and feel ever more strong without proof. Thank You Sibbia!

Changes…by Paul

Paul from cafephilos an internet cafe wrote a thought provoking and beautiful piece on change…I must share. The piece begins speaking about the seasons and the change in nature…this excerpt touched me due to its depth.

“Only our egos, it seems, want us to be the biggest thing in the world. Something else, something much deeper than ego, wants only to have its proper place in this world. Perhaps it’s only when we have found that place that we can connect to the world — authentically.”

The concept of authenticity…and the yearning to have a proper place in this world…beautiful!

Written by Paul
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Changes

Why You

Such passion
Your eyes held true
Such fire
Your words revealed you

Such feeling
Your voice trembled
Such love
My heart was humbled

With such desire you waited

With such wonder I related

I wanted to believe
I wanted to see

Tragedy called
Love failed
Words tore
Hope paled

You
Who asked of me
You
Who spoke of me
You
Who left me
You
Who broke me
You
Who forsook me

Why You?

A picture

It is amazing what a picture can hold.

It has been 7 months and 13 days since I lost my father. It feels like yesterday. I think about him everyday and I pray to God for a sign from him…In the mean while I have my memories and a few photographs.

There is this one picture that I see everyday.

It hangs in my “inspiration room”, a place I decorated with beautiful books, pictures, cards with special sayings and anything that I treasure. This picture, it was taken about three years ago. He is sitting in the passenger seat of my car, he looks content. He is gazing towards me but the camera catches his gaze to the left.

This picture is a mystery, every time I look at it I catch a different expression. Sometimes there is so much happiness behind those eyes, sometimes sadness, sometimes joy and sometimes pain. I ask to myself why couldn’t I have just caught him looking at me? Looking into the camera, so as I to see him looking into my eyes. Just one more look into his.

You stare at something for so long, each time seeing something new. A picture can hold a thousand words, but it holds a thousand expressions as well. I wonder if I reflect myself into the picture or maybe it is the magnitude of a persons reflection. Either way it is still just a picture and I am still waiting for my sign.

Is there balance?

What is love without hate?

Good without evil?

What is life without death?

Heaven without hell?

What is light without darkness?

Happiness without sadness?

What is innocence without lust?

Pride without shame?

What is this life we live? Sometimes it seems surreal.
I think about these things and how perfectly balanced they seem.
Which side is stronger? For all the good there is in the world from emotions to intentions, is it truly balanced? Does one side of the argument take precedent, does one favor over another? Who is the judge?

Love letter from a dreamer

We live day to day in a mirage. I feel compelled to write. I do not even know you. Maybe from a glance passing you once, or even from my dreams I felt as if a connection was made. I need to close this door in my life. I need to be free from something that never was. Once there was someone who believed in fate… that we somehow can connect without words and without reason, and just be. This sounds so strange, and even to make myself happy, I am writing this to you, a complete stranger. I write this letter if only to let something go and capture some sort of freedom.

Seems like yesterday I heard you in the wind.
Seems like today the wind answered my prayers.

Let it pass.

I am in love with the thought of love.
The concept that there is a power stronger than individuality, but can not contain the truth.

Love songs, letters, movies…imagining a life with love. Soul mates, conceptual happiness.
I am in love with the thought of love.