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“Love is like pi – natural, irrational, and very important.”
Lisa Hoffman
Category Archives: Love
Looking Back
I was recently thinking… what was my first post about? So I looked and found Love
Ironic for someone who does not believe in “Love” in the conventional sense… I wonder…
What was your first post about? Did it forecast what your site became? What you wished to share? Who you are or what your message is to the world? If you read this post… Link me your “first post” I would love to read them… I leave you with Love…
Love
Love. Does true love exist?
Does true love exist as depicted in countless stories, or innumerable actions or infinite works of art?
When the emotions that come forth under the perfect circumstances make you feel more alive than before, is that not a sign?
The perfect words, the perfect setting as if an uncontrollable force that is driving for true happiness and love is alive.
Alive and well.
Almost chaos.
That is love.
If the emptiness felt when I read these words or imagine the setting is a glimpse into the unlikelihood of it happening, and the reality that happiness like that can never come forth, then what reason is there to hope for true love?
Truth be told,
deep down in the pain,
there has always been hope,
it comes with the soul.
If hope comes with the soul,
embedded within,
how is it possible to feel that much pain and want?
The want for nothing other than the perfect love.
For the soul can have only one perfect love,
and that perfect love is unattainable.
Or is it?
The fall
I
saw
you
fall
*
it
was
beautiful
*
So beautiful it broke my heart
Now I shall help you rise
For eternity
Stay
I don’t want to go
I’m afraid to
I’m afraid to leave
I’m afraid I will never dream this dream again
I’m afraid I will never feel this way again
I’m afraid if I fall asleep
Once more
It would have all been a dream
A dream within a dream
Please stay
Wisdom of Ages
The time came
Once
In an era of darkness
When the light radiated from within its people
Shined from within their hearts
Lost in darkness yet unafraid
For there lay magic within the minds
Powers within their hearts
And knowledge within their Souls
The time has come once
Again
In an era of light
This time the light outshines the people
The light blinds their hearts
Impairs their minds
Shadows their Soul
Surrounded by a light of falsehood
The people are unaware to the Soul’s fear
For the people have forgotten the magic
Hushed the voice of the mind
Instead turned to the voice of the machine
The machine which radiates the light we made
I sit here and ponder how lost we can become… life running around us at speeds too fast to comprehend. The oneness, the whole of the world… integrated with time
Yet distancing us from the times we left behind
Our memories
Even before our lifetime we were blessed to have the wisdom of the ages. Blessed and yet too busy to look for the meanings, too busy for once we had them and let them fall silent. Silent as a language not practiced and silenced for lack of confidence. Yet we fear not for we have them recorded. Today they are translated in our modern world. Categorized, defined and compartmentalizes into easy convenient truths easily digested as myth, reality or fact…
The fact is
We lost the magic, the gift, the wonder of not understanding and accepting… we even define God… The ancients knew God… Through fear and awe… Through nature and the Heavens… Through the body and the mind… through the Soul
I sit here and ponder…
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The Seer who lost sight
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The witch bound by her own witchery
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The wizard with lost wisdom
*
A prophet to prophesies the past
Yet the time came once
In an era of darkness
When the people were not afraid
Perhaps the false light shall fail
Will you be able to see?
Good Bye
Twilight fades
The daylight rests
Darkness softly enters
At eventide she appears
Walking to the edge of life
She lingers
.
She knows not of time
She judges not eternity
Believing all is as it should be
.
Her gaze drawn to the first glimmer
A single star alone in the vast ocean of the sky
Yet the lonely star is far from sight
“You see only the brightest, we are never alone”
She smiles at this truth
She waits
.
Her smile welcomes her truth
Her acceptance lightens the sky
Bringing reality and light
Entering the deepest part of being
She waits to be
On the edge of time
.
Her knowledge made of a dream
She watches as it shines
The memories whisper on the edge of the breeze
She waits as it shudders down her spine
And as it comes out her being
The whisper on the breeze
Her wait is over
.
The memories flood
Time flashes her truth
Reality and Starlight mingle and dance
Racing above the horizon
Teaching with lessons
Shining with purpose
The path entered shall never be crossed the same way twice
The truth taught and learned carries different meaning
Carries different purpose
She waited and learned her truth
She waited and made her judgement
Smiling she crosses the void
The lonely star still in sight
With this vision
She turns and says,
.
“good bye”
.
Darkness fades
The evening rests
Daylight softly enters
At daybreak she appears
But for a moment
Tell all what you see
Enlighten the soul
Awaken the dream
Show all to your sight
Grant one a vision
Give all the right
Allow but a chance to be free
Spreading the wings of the soul
Releasing the barrier of the body
Guide and teach one of love
Show all the meaning
That none shall rise above
Then as all ask you
All these tedious things
Implore and haunt you
For all which you bring
As one bothers your mind
With puzzles and riddles
The countless have none other than time
It is only the pleading
As one bowes before thee
It is one soul which is aching
To walk blind but for a moment to see
Journals Of Enreal 