Intrigue

Intriguing…this curious thing.
It breathes my air, takes my space, drinks my water, carries a place.

Intriguing…this curious thing.
It seems as if emotion gathers, it seems as if thought forms, it seems as if it holds secrets.

Intriguing…this curious thing.
It appears beautiful, as if designed by an artist, flawless perfection. As if it holds secrets.

Intriguing…this curious thing.
It holds true what I see.
This curious thing, it has fooled me.

This perfection, this beauty, it is mirage.
This curious thing…holds a veil, but within…

This curious thing…hollow within, sadness, something is missing.

This curious thing…hides within it a light, so brilliant, so pure.

This curious thing…Not perfection, if only it would see, what a light it holds to me.

Have I

I have changed

I have grown

I have smiled

I have known

 

I have laughed

I have cried

I have lived

I have lied

 

I have witnessed

I have betrayed

I have lost

I have obeyed

 

I have pondered

I have wondered

I have begged

I have given

 

I have knelt

I have risen

I have fallen

Have I listened

 

Bless all that we have,

Lest it be a memory…

It is…

There is a sense in the air… a feeling that has manifested into form… hidden by a fabric thinner than time

There is a vibration in the air… a hint of sound floating through my body… deep inside, a chill

There is a wind… approaching at speeds too fast to feel… yet it passes through, leaving its path visible with light

There is a calm… approaching from within… it was always there, yet it lay dormant… until this thing

This thing… too great for words… too large for me… or is it?

This calm is strength… it came out from my soul… it came out of my mind… it burst to the surface it broke through me…

This thing… it came to me… for me… to take me… to teach me…

But what is this thing?

With eyes that shatter, yet are not seen

With tears that blind, yet can not flow

With knowledge that breaks, yet is spoken in an ancient tongue

With words you deafen, yet can not be sung

But what is this thing?

What is it?

Is it?

It is… 

I dream…

I sleep
I dream

I see beauty and light
I take flight

Hold on to me
As we travel
Far beyond this time
Far beyond this place

The sky so bright
Vivid are the stars at night

Illuminating imaginations
Elucidating our souls

During our Journey
We understood
All that life held was good

Our knowledge from the source
An open book to guide our course

This dream hold true
This life we value

For in the end
It is what it is

Life is and always will be this dream
Continuous Life and knowledge

It is beyond an individual
Life is greater than the whole
But can not be without an individual

On Joy and Sorrow

On Joy and Sorrow
 Kahlil Gibran

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. 

Some of you say, “Joy is greater thar sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. 

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

A note of thanks

It is friday… It was a long week… A week which I battled with my emotions and myself… I challenged my Self into facing new realities… All with the help of Enreal and her visitors…

All those who visit her Journals… I would like to thank. Wether or not you left advice or support… I felt your presence and energy… To all those who spoke… you spoke to my heart and Enreal heard.

I wish you all my love…

Now let us continue the conversation

When You have time… watch this video… an incredible challenge to reality

Something to think about this weekend…

Conversation with Soul

… I was just thinking… throwing around your ideas… playing with your different emotions, attempting to understand them better…

Understand emotions better? How can that possibly be? Do you not feel them, do you not cry when I cry? Laugh when I laugh? I think we speak in different tongues…

… I would assume the correct term would be alien… I am Soul… I am connected with and without… I am Soul… I feel, yet not in the way you do… I feel in the form of energy, not negative not positive… simply energy… the more powerful an emotion… the more driven I am to feel… emotions are my food… I crave… you could not understand… not now at least…

Is the paradox here language? Do we not mean what we mean… You speak, I understand, yet the context is not there… not in the same sense… I see the sun, yet to you it is a doorway to Life… I see the sky, yet to you it is a painting from God…

… Indeed… you see, you are my instrument… you are my charge… you are the only thing in this reality that makes me connect… you teach me with no lessons… you show me with your eyes… I listen with you and am by your side… ever translating you are no interpreter… I must learn… with each life… I must learn…

You speak of each life… when I die… do we not go together? You Soul… are we not one?

… My Enreal… we are, yet I know not how to show you… simply try to find, that place inside… all is inside…
… All will be revealed… when I learn… it is embedded… we are one… I am your Soul alone… yet I can connect with others…
… You see, ultimately… that is our purpose… learn and share… be at peace… we are all one, yet individual by the same right… we are all connected, yet separated by design…

I understand that I am and I understand that you are… there are no words to describe what we are or how Life truly works… am I correct? Shall I understand that this is beyond me… these words and meanings I am searching for are written in a book I can not read… are spoken with a voice I can not hear… or simply is it time… I have not reached that time yet? It is too soon…

… It is too soon, as I said all will be revealed… I can not find the words… I am waiting for your emotions… one day you will feel and I will speak…