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Ethereality of Stars

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“Daily Life is harsh, most of us constantly seek an escape from it in fantasies and dreams. Stars feed on weakness; standing out from others  through a distinctive and appealing style, they make us want to watch them. At the same time, they are vague and ethereal, keeping their distance, and letting us imagine, more than is there. Their dreamlike quality works on our unconscious; we are not aware of how much we imitate them.”  

The Art of Seduction- Robert Greene 

I have been reading The Art of Seduction, by Robert Green. A book I would normally not read. I do not believe people should be “seduced”… A friend recommended the book to me a few years back and I was not interested… The art of seduction… is manipulation…

However, I finally began to read the book after he read it again. I was shocked by the value of some of the context. While the ultimate goal is obtaining “power”, the concepts and stories embedded within are beautiful metaphors of Life and People. I could go on…

I recommend this book with apprehension… I am not one for obtaining power, I feel that power is a root of destruction… coexisting takes much more effort.   

I feel as though maybe I should have worded this better. I do not want to give the impression that I am supporting manipulation and this book is far from… I wanted to show that looks and preconceived notions can be deceiving…

The next time

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The next time you call
I will kneel down and listen

The next time you speak
I will bow before you and wait

The next time you teach
I will absorb all your knowledge

The next time you come
I will honor and obey

How could
The lesson I learned
So easily be put aside

How was it
The joy I was taught
So easily passed on by

Then you gave it again
I backed away in fear

Forgetting the lessons taught
Was it ever really clear?

Yes, there it is
The answer is always near

A new lesson learned
Doubt forever the fear

Remember the lessons
And all will be made clear

Does that make sense?

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I love to cry… I get sad, yet am always comforted. I feel surrounded by Love, yet burdened with pain. I feel weighted, yet constantly supported. Does that make sense?

I love to feel… I learn from hardship, yet reflect on the purpose. I am sometimes lost and confused, yet I know the answer is near… waiting to be discovered. Does that make sense?

I question Life… I am constantly perplexed at the over simplification of Life… we search far and wide for Life, travel to the ends of the Universe… and not see the miracle we have in front of our eyes. Does that make sense?

I know a truth… one that has not been proven. I understand a vision… one that is not taken, but borrowed. I wait for proof… not for me, but for the world, to see, to learn. Does that make sense?

Does anything make sense? Does it have to? I suppose not. You feel, you know, some where, at some point, it will.

Strangely Beautiful Morning

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A strangely beautiful morning…

I wake to a bright grey scene, my window over looks a lake, today it is unsettled. Something is new, something has awoken. The day is blustery, yet mild. There are snowflakes dancing on the wind and clouds are playing with sun. This strangely beautiful morning I enter the world. I walk and look to the sky an eerie silence is muted by the wind and trees that dance, they rustle for recognition as they enter the world on this strangely beautiful morning.

A change is in the air, an era struggles to fall and a season struggle to wake… One from an active awe and one from an awesome state. On this strangely beautiful morning a tear has fallen from the sky… one which grazes my lash and embraces my skin… I welcome the tear and yearn for my own… I welcome the tear and call to my soul.

I call for release, the tear, and what is represents. I call for an answer on this strangely beautiful morning…

I realize that my call has been heard, if not from all, then from the trees and wind. I can accept that, on this strangely beautiful morning.

Old Words

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Your words remind me of an old language

A time of peace

A time of reflection

 

Your words have woken deep within my soul

A place seemingly lost

Waiting to speak

 

Your words have slumbered

Along with my mind

Awoken they have become

 

Waiting to be heard 

  “Your words remind me of an old language awaken from a deep slumber…I welcome them to my soul” -Enreal 

Logically, yes…

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Logically yes…it can all be explained.

The thoughts and dreams.

The tiny glimpses of a surreality so perfect and happy it makes you yearn for that mental space again.

The perfect conversations laid at the perfect times that make it all seem as if the world, time and space are in synch with you, every fiber of you.

The subtle calm upon waking and realizing the night before, the dreams and adventures are gone into the vault of our minds. It was just a dream…and the longing for them to be reality…

Yes, indeed, it can all be explained. But why? Why explain wonderment? Why try to predict the unpredictable? Why does everything need a reason…Let it be and realize certainty is a myth. All be told, we define our surroundings. We give names to the nameless and rules to the chaos. Let it be and live in the uncertainty of Life…that is the only thing we can be certain of.