On the edge of a shadow in the mist…
A Horizon in the darkness
I gazed upon the mountains
I gazed into the heavens
A dark light emanating through the dark mist
A precipice into the abyss
I glimpsed peace
I heard silence
“there are more stars in the heavens than grains of sand on this Earth…”
who hears the mist
who listens to the sands
who wishes for the unknown
here is the wisdom…
On the edge of a shadow in the mist…
Here I am, vulnerable to the dark
Here I lay, hiding like a shadow in light
Here I cry, like a coward I fight
Is it time, time to let go
It is time, she has come to take me
It is time, she carries me as an infant
Helpless
Do I have to carry you
Can I live without you
Shall I die without you
Let me die, if all is without you
As dark comes out of light
Nothing comes out of dark
Take apart all that I am
Leave behind the pieces of my heart
Leave me to my shattered art
She has come
It is time
Time to carry on…
I had a dream
I had a vision
I cannot recall
In a flash
It came
In a flash
It went
Understanding
Comprehending
Believing
Feeling
All was true
All was perfect
All was one
Ultimate knowledge
Unlimited potential
Vast perfection
This feeling is large
This feeling is Life
Hidden behind a mirage
Behind a veil
I cannot recall
In a vision it came
In a flash it went
I try find the words
They are not in our language
It is our souls language
Our souls voice
I can not recall…
Would have been 60 years
A day of celebration
Would have been Happy tears
Now you rest in heaven…
I wish you were here
So I could have sang to you
Smiled at you
Now I sit here
Melancholy tears
I will smile at you
Sing to you
Today…
A day waited for the sixtieth year
June 14, 1948- December 18, 2006
Miracles happen everyday. Some small, some large, some in the form of Life and others hidden behind grief. People ask questions that giving meaning to the meaningless. Under normal circumstances I would have to say that no question is unimportant. I believe that the purpose of Life is to question all and learn as much as possible. Sometimes people get lost in the physical and forget where they spend their time. So yes, I believe people give meaning to the meaningless. They look for beauty, and yet see nothing. Nothing except society.
There is beauty everywhere…Life is the largest masterpiece. Nothing could ever be replicated with such perfection. The systems, nature, chemistry, physics…mathematics.
There is also beauty created by beauty…art, literature, music…people.
Importance is objective, so is beauty. What I find important someone would consider a waste of time. What I see as beautiful others would mock. Is it not a misunderstanding? Or is it a misinterpretation?
When “important” subjects are left to the “daydreamers”. Some claim that we are taking the “wonder” out of the world. We look for beauty within…like looking for paint on canvas. Mock if you will, one day all that you hold close will be gone and you will be left with what you learned. I do not accept all, but I am willing to listen and attempt to understand.
Reach for the future
Throw back the past
Reach for happiness
Follow subconsciousness
Where are we when
all we understand is here?
What have we when
all we comprehend has gone?
We reach out for human hope
We attempt to track what is not
We reach out for human faith
We try to read a book that has no page
Life is written before us
Each day a new chapter
The climax and plot are twisted into one
Daily ties produce new reasons
Reasons are not meant to be understood
One day they will be clear
One day that has no time or year
On that one fine day we will see
What we were meant and have come to be
Write your book
The book does not write your life
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?
Journals Of Enreal 