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Infinite

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Life is a road, our futures foretold

In a mirror we peak, our destiny we seek

What we call our journey is perhaps an adventure

Life is the vision, forever an endeavor

The distance seems long, at times the timing seems wrong

For our life is written on pages not given

In the book only He reads
In the library only He seeds

For God grants us life
For God grants us strife

We make it and take it
We break and forsake it

We sow it
We grow it

If only we know it

What have you but a Journey?
What have you but one life?

What say you today?

The one who says this is all?

What say you today?

The one who claims to know the meaning of the fall?

Our Journeys will unfold
Our lives will come to One

And in that time
We shall see

And in that time

All shall be

We live but one Life…
That one life universal
That one Life is but one…

What is one?

One is alone

One if Infinite

Birthdays

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With you gone there have been less smiles for me to see

There have been fewer hugs

Fewer moments of happiness 

Fewer twinkles in the sky

I remember the twinkles in your eyes

 

With you gone there have been less memories to make

There have been fewer jokes

Fewer looks of dis*approvals 😉

Fewer moments of tricks to play

I remember the tricks you would play

 

With you gone there have been three less Birthdays

Three less Fathers Days

Almost three years less here with me

Doesn’t mean the end of smiles between us three

Perhaps the time is shared between

 

A new day before

Breaks the waves on distant shores

Yet the dawn has woken anew

Heaven and Angels are waiting with you

You smile and wave farewell

The birthday has passed

The memories swell

AS the tears to bid you 

Happy Birthday

I will always remember you…

I will always Love you

Dad


June 14th 1948- December 18, 2006

 

 

Be grateful for birthdays, you never know how many years  you have to share with the people you love… make them special.

Obscured Night

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As light gets shrouded
And silence veiled

As dark gets brighter
And wind has failed

We walked in shadows
Our minds a cage

We flew in moonlight
Our soul won’t age

For dark once gathered
On a forsaken stage

The light, the dark, play harmoniously
Written words of a sage

The night obscured
Once dark is now pure

Our senses gathered
From a tremulous tour

As consciousness woke
From words we spoke

We found our souls not with our mind
We found our soul had escaped the beginnings of time

Intelligence?

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To question life…search for answers…is this what it means to be intelligent life?
Do we assign the term intelligent to what we have here? If someone were to come and tell you the truth, that what you see is not real, would you believe them? Would you need to see the truth in order to believe?

This is faith. One day long ago there was a time when people only had faith and that was enough. One day long ago people had each other and that was enough. What happened to that day, that time? What happened to society that would lead for the need to question and not believe in the possibilities. Personally ( as you may have known), I am all about the questions…the ones that need no answers. The questions that resinate in the Soul.

Deep down we need no truths…they are deep within…that is why the “unknown” does not paralyze us with fear. Think about what is out there and add in the certainty. 

Reassured?

There are some who live with this certainty… must be freedom.

I wait

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My face stings from the tears I yearned for… my mind splits from the knowledge I ran towards… my heart pains for the love I hid from… My soul aches simply to go home… 

 

Take me home… to my love… 

Free me from my mind. The mind of judgement with burdens too heavy… with implications too grand… 

Free me from my expectations. The expectations of others crash before my eyes… shedding shards that bleed my heart… that bleed my mind…

Free me from my tears… Shed for healing, yet come reeling in with fears

 

Escape these thoughts… throbbing through my head

Escape these visions…  with veils and shadows falling in my stead

 

Take me home… to where they wait with open arms… take me now… before I do more harm…

 

My eyes heavy… I see my love…

My mind is cloudy… as the sky above

For now I wait until dawn 

When the sun rises

All will be gone…

 

 

Until then my love… 

I wait

Only Questions

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I sit and ponder my journals for hours. Trying to make sense of the senseless questioning. That is what I do. I question. I question and turn the words into poetry (if I’m lucky), sometimes an essay (if it makes sense),and sometimes nothing at all (commonly). Simply words.

 Tonight is different. My journal is making me confused. I sit here unable to focus. There is a sense of sadness, melancholia, for nothing more than waiting. Waiting for the answers to the questions.  And then the thought emerges, “perhaps my answers are answered”. Did I think out loud? I suppose I did. 

Perhaps my answers are answered, I am simply unaware of the truth, or the answers to my queries. It seems I drift to a place in my mind where the line is blurred between reality and imagination. This place we all know… it is the place from which our dreams come and then go… We watch the dreams pass by, forgetting before the meaning has a chance to resonate. 

The answers are there… 

 

The shadow of awareness divided…

 

“why do I love?”

“why do I hate?” 

“what is the meaning of all which comes my way?”

“what is the reason to my questioning?”

“why be awake to a life with little to no meaning?”

Why indeed… 

What good comes from questioning? Existence. For what have you if not the questions? It is indeed fun, the thoughts which arise are important. They cause so much in the way of life, yet they leave you wanting, waiting, for a glimpse behind the shadow of awareness.

 

I have always been a believer, “a knower”. I know what I know… it has been a journey through and through. Be it God. Be it faith. Be it Life, Reason, Truth. It is my truth. It is… and I know.  I know the purpose is to question. Ask and keep asking…and then there are times when I stop, I stop and think and question some more…

 

“why are there only questions?”

 

This time spent questioning has filled my mind with memories. I remember the first time I thought about God. I remember when I was aware of life and death. I remember thinking about my Soul. My life. My philosophies. As all these things began to formulate into my beliefs… into who I am. I remember. I am happy to remember. To be able to think and question with no answers. To believe in who I am and all the crazy things I believe are real… I am happy. 

 

“why are there only questions?”

That’s why 🙂

Those Places

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My mind goes back.

Memory pays respect to those places

My heart goes back.

Melancholy carries on to those places

My soul speaks in tongues .

They open the gateways of shadow to those places

 

Kneeling

Before them in those places

They speak so clear

So clear I can hear

I can understand

I can understand their foreign tongue

In their foreign land

The land for which I long

The land from which I belong

 

My words do not come forward for I can not speak

I visit those places

The places from which we come

I wish to be home

My heart

My soul

MySelf

I

I shall say farewell to those places again

For now

But not for long