Those Places

My mind goes back

Memory pays respect to those places

My awareness retracts

Familiarity carries on to those places

My soul speaks in tongues

It opens gateways of shadow and light to those places

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.

Kneeling

Before them in those places

They speak so clear

I  can hear

I can feel

I can understand them and their foreign tongues

In their foreign land

The land for which I long

The land from which I belong

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.

My words do not come forward for I can not speak

My voice is silent

Yet they hear me

They see me

They smile with me

In those places

.

My heart

My soul

MySelf

I

I understand

I am content

In those places

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.

Slowly I turn and see

The oceans

The suns

The moons

The rings of light and color

All in the sky

Or is it below

The ground of magic and shadows of light

the dust is alive with memories and dreams

The blades of grass which dance and laugh

the waters which run spring and jump with happiness and life

Or are they

Above

.

Awareness distracts once more

I have seen and forgotten the foreign shore

The break within the mind

The moments lost in the ocean of time

.

Again

I say farewell

Those places

Shall sleep

For now

But not for long

.

.

for what was known in a dream

again I shall see

for within the slightest memory

we are revealed to what is and what shall always be

Theft of Time

Ever conceptualize time? Not mathematical, or scientific, just time. What time we receive is objective and relative… it is too short. When we realize what we have…it is gone. We live our lives not alive. We try to make something out of nothing that matters. Our careers, money, power…What are we doing?

Is this life? Is this living? Do we not need fulfillment? Do these thing fulfill?
Time is funny. We blink, aware that we are 28. Blink again 45. Is time a thief?

One could assume so, blame time for our wasted lives. Wasted opportunities. Why not blame ourselves? We could look back on the past, what we know of it. We could see that humans have been around for thousands of years. Life has been present for millions of years. And we are given 80 (if we are lucky) years. That is a blink. If not a blink, a thought of a blink. If that.

We blame and not accept responsibility for our lives. We make and create what is apparent. We live and want what does not matter. We breathe and take for granted the air. We are not seeing the possibilities. We wait for something bigger to come along, instead of interpreting reality… We don’t say what we need to say, because we think, we think we have another day. We think we have it coming to us. Then what?

Is time a thief? I think it is we who steal from time. We take and take…waste and waste. And want more, blaming time for taking the things we want most away. In that sense. It is you and I who are the thieves. Time should not be blamed anymore. Let it be. We need start living. Taking in what has been given to us…For no matter how long we have, we have it and so many don’t.

In these thoughts I ask you questions… I know not all perceive time as I do… perhaps I am jaded… perhaps I am tired… Either way, there are many out there who are stronger than I… who would say time is the bearer and we are the reapers… either way… there are many who say time is a blessing… I would agree with a grain of doubt… sometimes time is funny

Please forgive me

“Please forgive me for all the things I have said”, she spoke softly.

AS she sat there, in front of the old mirror. The mirror which lay against the wall, the wall of the farthest room, hidden from sight of the minds eye.

“Please forgive me for all the things I have done.”

Slowly she trurned, another reflection cast back. Eyes heavy, features strikingly similar to those of her own.

“Please forgive me for all the things I have thought.”

“Please forgive me for all the things I have felt.”

“Please forgive me for all the things I have wished.”

“Please forgive me, because I know you know”

Defeated she fell to the ground… the reflection slowly moved to her… reached to her… and smiled…

“of course I knew, i have always known” the words floated through the air, they existed for only the girl on the floor… broken, defeated, victorious…

She opened her eyes, her mirror, her other, gone…

“I knew”

Always Questions

Who

are we?
is God?
is blessed?
is not?

What

is meaning?

is emotion?
is empathy?
is life?

Where

is here?
is now?
is Soul?
is Life?

is Heaven?

When

do we achieve?
is the end?
is it right? or wrong?
is one more than another?

And when is another more than one….

Why

dream?
feel?
Why do we feel only for certain people and not all people?
Why

love?
lie?

Why question?

Why care?

Who is What is Where is When is Why?

Always Why

Judge of Inquiry

Full of questions.

Do they deserve answers?

Who is the judge of these matters?

Who holds the wisdom?

Who listens to the minds of millions?

Ever pining away hours with mysteries

Is it Him?


If it is Him

How does He choose

How does He designate the knowledge?

Perhaps behind every question is an answer…

One which speaks softly with the chatter of the mind

Perhaps the answers of the world are only mirages

For people seeking an unworthy truth…

If ever there be an unworthy answer

Perhaps they seek the clear path… already traveled…

Either place reached before… perhaps it is Him… before us… within us… waiting patiently for us to listen…

Perhaps it is Him… Perhaps I hear Him…

“Full of questions…

which do deserve answers…

I am the Judge of Inquiry…

I hold the wisdom…

it is here…

within my palm…

within a grain of sand…

is this your truth?”

Perhaps…

Destined Fall

Always expect what can not be
Waste not the mind
Breathe not the soul

Search for the answer
Hear the call from beyond the Sun
Carried on the wings of the Wind

Listen completely
Bring answers to the Night
Yet mourn not for the Dawn

Lateness comes early
Prepared not for the departure
For as all is destined for rapture

All is destined to fall

When the fall comes

And we stand on our knees

Let us stand tall

For our fall has hearkened a call

Our call was for the fall

Let it Be Destined