An inspiration… perhaps my muse

Wasn’t too long ago when I was thinking about these things… I wrote sometime back about my inspirations… Since then I have been blessed into meeting some beautiful and awe inspiring people… I have been blessed with some new friends… or shall I call them my muses…

 

Inspiration is an interesting thing. It can come in the form of a breeze or in the thunder of an applause… It can be seen in the majesty of the sun or in the darkness of the night… It can come in a single word after a thoughtful silence… It can come in the wake of a devistating tragedy… Either way we look for it… seek it… wait for an epiphany… wait for the knowledge… We feel the need for it… we wait… and some are blessed… like myself… 

 

If I had to name an inspiration… I suppose it would have to be the unknown… I get inspired by my thoughts, my beliefs, the things that can not be explained… it inspires me to search, deep within myself… what I find is questions and a deep sense of wonder… how far will the mind go… But it is easy to name inspirational things… it is people that we need to inspire… people to rise above the rest and  rescue us from the mundane… the routine… make us think out of the box, out of our lives… To find inspirational people that is a blessing…

 

Akash… has become a dear friend… his words are ever so beautiful… the bring forth deep feeling… I can not describe his words

Cyrus Rumi... The pages emit a beautiful energy and peace… I love it there. 

Ray Gratzner… What can I say? after I read his words I am left in reflection always with some wonderful feelings… he inspires me greatly…

Michael from EarthPages… his dedication to spreading knowledge is wonderful… he inspires me… 

Michael from sky rope… the words paint masterpieces… never have I seen such beauty… amazing works of art… he is an inspiration

Mossy… his soul and questions are powerful… I love his words… he is an inspiration

Now I have only recently met Amber… all I have to say is her energy and intentions are pure… her words are true and from her purpose I find inspiration and light…

Another recent acquaintance is Michael… his words are fresh and alive… His poetry weaves emotions and his purpose is with the purest of intentions… he is an inspiration

Now to Grace… I can not thank her enough… she has inspired me simply by being… her words always carry a deeper and greater meaning… she is an inspiration

And now I  call on the inspiration of my Soul’s friends… for they know who they are…

Sanity has inspired me with her words… her humor and her intentions… she spreads light wherever she travels… I only wish to shine as brightly as she shines… she inspires me

Glaize such a wise soul… so young and yet so old… her life will shine bright and she will change the world… truly amazing… and she inspires me

CordieB… the energy she radiates could light the world… we should look into that! Her words and riddles will leave you in awe… I can only wish for an ounce of her insight… she inspires me

Gypsy… My old friend… her words bring me to a place of peace…I thank her for the connection… she inspires me…

Zen, Sorrow, Kalliope, Surface Earth… Beautiful and Talented by their own right… 

Kalliope… amazing art… she is know to have a musecatcher… I say she is the muse… Inspiring!

Sorrow… Her energy is strong and pure… amazing! Inspiring!

Zenuria… Beautiful and deep intentions, stronger than she knows… Inspiring!

Surface Earth… Powerful thoughts… with deep insight of life… she inspires me

 

This began as a thank you to Sanity and Glaize… I can not simply state how humbled I am… I can only say this is the reason for my inspiration… all these people weaved together in my life… brilliant people with beautiful things to say… their lives to share… I am blessed… these are the reasons for my inspiration… these are my muses…

Once more

I pray you can hear me
I pray you can see me
I pray you can feel me

the way I am

I pray you can follow me
I pray you can shadow me
I pray you can be with me

the way I am

I wait for you
I wait for an answer
I wait for a whisper

Can you hear me?
Can you speak to me?

Once more

Can you make me understand?
Teach to me your language?
Can you save me?

Once more

I asked of you answers
You patiently answered
You spoke so clearly
You spoke yet I cannot remember

Can you remember?
In my dream
Can you remember?

Once more

You made me forget

Was I not ready?
Not meant to remember?
My mind unclear

Was it another language?

For only my soul to hear
I felt solace
I felt whole
You shared that with me…

Why did you make me forget?
Was it meant to be this way
It felt so perfect,

It felt so near

I understood… for the first time

I ask of you once more

Why did you make me forget?

I ask of you once more

Was I not ready?

I am ready, speak to me once more…
Speak to me clearly
Be with me forever

Once more

No words…

How can I describe what I feel? How can I explain what is real?

How do I describe the abstract intuition of my mind? How can I put into words the passion?

 I feel an indeational emptiness… an intellectual pain

I feel a theoretical love… an incomprehensible joy

Sometimes I feel grief, other times it is guilt

Sometimes I feel butterflies in my soul, in my heart… they flutter a bizzare deja vous… 

Sometimes I sense a purpose, a glimpse into the Greater Whole… a glimpse at eternity 

Other times… I have no words for the other times… how can I describe what I feel… all these emotions 

When they are combined, all these emotions… there are no words…

Where are we going?

Somewhere in our subconscious we all know where we are going. We understand life and know what we are doing, it is not as mysterious as it seems. We are one and are on the same path of life. You read my words and I try to read your thoughts. Do my words have meaning? Am I reaching your mind… perhaps your soul? I am trying to reach your path, because ultimately you stumbled across mine.

I will look back and say thank you to all the people that crossed my path, because they are the reason for my choices, and my life. Think of yours, the roadblocks, those difficult decisions that you thought you couldn’t get through. The nightmarish situations, the horrid circumstances. Wanting to give up, throw it all away, and yet you held on…
This is why you are where you are. This is why you are who you are.

I picture things and am clear in my vision. We will learn the truth one day. The picture will fall into focus. The clarity felt seldom will overtake the doubt.
Who knows, except the force that is guiding us. That presence that is with us.

When I wake in the morning, exhausted and ready to fall apart, that presence makes me go and keeps building.
We all have that force, some ignore it and stop, because they are scared. I am not scared however, I KNOW THAT I WILL WIN. I know because if this is a situation of win or be conquered by circumstance, the answer is simple, I have to win. And so then, so do you, you and I. We are one. We are on the same journey.

 

May the storm pass and the path clear… the sun shines bright in the distance… can you see?

 

 

 

 

 

For Love of Father

Unconditional Love

Daddy dear
I saw you here
Now you are far away
I wait for the day

Although it seems I am left behind
I’ve looked and looked still I can’t find
A way to remember your loving eyes
A way to forget your sad demise

Within my dreams I hear you clear
In my mind I see you near
One day soon we will meet again
And in that I find my long lost friend

Unconditional Love

In memory of my Father… This month will be dedicated to him… his birthday… the second since he has been gone… I will be posting thoughts and poetry for him… to acknowledge him 

June 14th 1948 -December 18, 2006

 

The ultimate expression of love I find in silence… thoughts… unshared emotions… they resonate deep within. Only after silence and time do these true underlying feelings emerge… 

 

Sometimes they arise from frailty and complete release… at a moment of vulnerability… when your mold is about to shatter… there is a hand… a spirit… a force… holding you together…

 

The ultimate expression of love can not be known first hand… it can only be given under the perfect circumstance… 

 

I have only seen this once, and it was only a fraction of what it could have been… it was a beautiful fraction…

 

This expression came to me in a glance… it came to me when I had lost the one thing I cherished the most… my father… it was a glance, I believe my father was behind those eyes… as I lay sobbing, I looked up … it was him behind his eyes… I am not mistaking love for sorrow, helplessness, pity… it was unconditional love, but I know not how to explain further… I saw a glance, a moment 

 

I share this with you in order to explain… unconditional love can not be given or taken away… it is shared, it remains in essence and in the Soul… it is revealed… in small quantities… when we need it most…

 

Unconditional love is a strong force, imagine the entirety of it…