Perspective

A beautiful perspective indeed…

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In moments of introspection

I see myself from afar

Miniscule, insignificant

Another head in the crowd

A vanishing footprint in the sand

My life just a moment in eons unending

At those times I wonder

Might I slip into the blue

Lost and barely noticed?

Then a breeze caresses my cheek

The ripples on the sea wink at me

Leaves clap their hands in glee

And a thrill surges within

I live, a miracle of creation

With potential unimagined

A dreamer sparked by the Infinite

Branded by love and promise

I am

 

Note: This photo was taken at Sleeping Bear Dunes National Seashore on the northwestern shore of Michigan’s Lower Peninsula. It  has been called one of the most beautiful places in the United States.

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through silence

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Only through silence I will see

The dawn breaking in front of me

Its colors vivid,

though I remain blind

The light so timid,

in the shadows of my mind

~

Why have I silenced my soul

Heard it shout though always I know

That it was I who broke the dawn

I listened to it sing

its final song

The voice is gone

~

It shall remain undone

Until Silence has won

Be silent and know

that in truth, you beleive it dead

know the truth in its stead

Silence speaks volumes

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Time speaks

What say the time… when love becomes divine

When the spirit breaks… leaving behind the wake

The ripples upon water

The shallow darkness falters

`

What say the time… when knowledge leaves the mind

When the body trembles… chasing the passages of death

The passages of birth

The breeze escapes the deepest depth

The echos carried upon the softest of breath

`

What say the time… when the heart slows the spirit

When the soul loosens… the hold is free

It aches in remembering… it beats for life

It awakens… it forgets

`

What say the time… upon the sacred hour

When the mind and body see

When love and knowledge are mirrored

When the Heart and soul are free

The veil is lifted

The mirror reflects

The knowing that has been there

The knowledge held with care

The mind, the heart, the spirit, the soul… all hold pieces… perhaps they shall see

Upon the sacred hour

Forever shall they be free

For now Time is silent

Listen to be heard

Who is Kony?

First and foremost let me begin by saying how embarrassed I am to not have known about this. I feel like I am well versed in politics and world affairs… I stumbled upon Joseph Kony through a friend and was immediately entranced by the video I say on YouTube… I didn’t know what to expect… so I sat and watched one of the biggest tragedies I have ever seen… I cried and was ashamed that I was learning about this only now… and then I thought of how many more people that might not know…

 

Joseph Rao Kony (pronounced IPA: [koɲ];[6] born around about July/September of 1961)[1] is the head of the Lord’s Resistance Army(LRA), a Ugandan guerrilla group. While initially enjoying strong public support, the LRA allegedly turned on its own supporters, supposedly to “purify” the Acholi people and turn Uganda into a theocracy.[2] Kony proclaims himself the spokesperson of God and aspirit medium, has nurtured a cult of personality, and claims he is visited by a multinational host of 13 spirits, including a Chinese phantom.[2] Ideologically, the group is a syncretic mix of mysticism, Acholi nationalism, Islam, and Christian fundamentalism,[7][8][9][10][11][12][13][14][15][16][17] and claims to be establishing a theocratic state based on the Ten Commandments and local Acholi tradition.[18][19][20]

Kony has been accused by government entities of ordering the abduction of children to become child-sex slaves and child soldiers.[21]An estimated 66,000 children became soldiers and two million people have been internally displaced since 1986.[22] Kony was indicted for war crimes and crimes against humanity by the International Criminal Court in The Hague, Netherlands, in 2005 but has evaded capture.[23] The LRA operates in Uganda, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Central African Republic and South Sudan.[24]

Kony’s group was originally called the United Holy Salvation Army (UHSA), and was not perceived as a threat by the NRA. By 1988 it had become a major player in Ugandan affairs: an agreement between the NRA and the Uganda People’s Democratic Army (UPDA) left members of the UPDA unsatisfied, and many joined the UHSA as a form of rebellion. One such person was the UPDA founder Odong Latek, who convinced Kony to use standard military tactics instead of attacking in cross-shaped formations and sprinkling holy water. The new tactics proved successful, and the UHSA won several small victories against the NRA.[31] The NRA responded by significantly weakening Kony’s group through a military campaign named Operation North. The operation was devastating to the UHSA and, with their numbers reduced from thousands to hundreds, they engaged in retaliatory attacks against NRA collaborators and terror against general civilian population. The LRA say that spirits were sent to communicate this mission directly to Kony.[31]

The bulk of Kony’s foot soldiers were children.[28] While estimates of the number of children conscripted since 1986 vary, some put the figure as high as 104,000.[28] When abducting the children, Kony and his army often killed their family and neighbors, thus leaving the children with little choice but to fight for him.[28] In 1992, Kony renamed the group the United Democratic Christian Army.[32] For a decade, starting in the mid-1990s, the LRA was strengthened by military support from the government of Sudan, which was retaliating against Ugandan government support for rebels in what would become South Sudan.[1]

 

If you have time… please watch this video… we all need to see…

fragments

“how can I make all others happy, when I can not make myself happy”

The night calls,

whispering promises of solitude and peace.

Fantasy, adventure and dreams

The day breaks,

shouting realities of unity and chaos

Truth, strife and life.

Ignoring one while shunning the other.

Then and when the waters rise,

they reach to you, try to drown you

Until you submit

to one reality or the other…

“how can I make all others happy, when I can not make myself happy”

I just need to stop trying