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Equinox

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The night began to quiver with energy. The stars suspended high above the world. The moon shone down with the light of the endless years.

The  wind blew gently through the ageless branches of life. The air held breath, the vivid darkness held time. Still yet pulled with the weight of anticipation… then the shift… through the moon light… Voices came from high… from within… through the silence… through the wind… spoken clearly… simultaneously… beautifully…

We speak to thee as one
We plead to thee as none
While in the night we sought
Within ourselves we fought

For when we awake
Our lives we forsake
In the night we burned
What in the day we learned

As they fade,
The answers we so desperately seek.
As they go,
Our soul will always know.
As we part,
From the knowledge we most want.
As we learn,
That they can never be taught.
For as we grow,
With our soul aching to know.
They can never be lost
They can always be found
They are always within us
They are always around

Our truths
Our answers
Our lives
Our destinies

It is with you we yearn to see

It is with you we wish to be

Free with you

Bless this moon light

We can see

Now live

and be free

as if made from the fibers of a dream…

The night became still once more. The words lay vivid on the ground. The moon shines as never before. Bless this moon light indeed.

the moments end

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Speak softly
Listen slowly
Believe truly
It will soon pass

Watch closely
As the winds weep
And the waters grieve
Upon the summers sleep

Whisper and sigh
Let your mind cry
Think upon things

Bring forth the hidden wings

Day and night
Shadows of light
Time and place
Full of wisdoms grace

For want of nothing
For need of something
For understanding and sight
Grant us the vision, be it right

With any amount time
For any amount of space
For any given moment
With every granted space
every moment
every treasure
every smile
every pleasure

These moments are cast

Placed in the past

For all shall soon pass

But memories,

they are what last

Extraordinary

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Are we meant for something extraordinary? I believe each and everyone of us is. Existence is extraordinary. It is a powerful miracle we encounter each and everyday.

We are all connected by Life and in turn every life is important. None is less than or greater than the other. It is a lesson we must all learn at some point in our existence…

We need each other to survive
We need each other to grow
We live in a world that is smaller than ever before

To believe that we don’t make a difference is thinking too large
Look closer

As close as your family
As close as your love

What ever the person or cause
We affect those who we love
Our energies are extreme
Our visions intense
Our impacts huge

Not for fortune
Not for fame
Not for power
Not for money
Not for anything

The effect is truth
We matter
We belong to each other
Accomplish the extraordinary
Be one
And accept responsibility for the One

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Labyrinth

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There comes a point in Life when we all wonder, even question our purpose. It is the great mystery behind the facade our Soul can only see through…

It is almost like a never ending labyrinth. We start with great intention… entering the Labyrinth… the maze of life… We enter yet are never told… we walk blindly into Life not realizing there is a purpose… when we finally see we are in too deep and feel we must back track to find the meaning… this is where we get lost… for there are many mirages… many false hopes… yet it is a journey we must travel… for what of a journey if there are no memories… why even take the trip… why live… if there is nothing to live for?

It is true we live and get lost in the labyrinth of life… In the end we find the path was there all along. Too engulfed in trying to uncover a great secret, too busy to look beyond ourselves…we missed the path and became engulfed in the maze. There is one secret however… normally it takes a lifetime to uncover… There is no wrong way… so in turn there is no maze… only illusions which make it seem more difficult than it truly is…

We have found our way… our eyes open and ready for the adventure… for we must go back to see what we missed. Our burdens which were carried for so long have been deposited in the maze… we must face them and learn from them… Our lessons which were learned from so many others are left wandering the web we spun… we must find them and let them free…

Our mission is to solve the puzzle… mission complete… for now… for this moment… the soul is strong… yet the mind forgets… each morning we awake to find we face a new day… this day a new maze… yet there is something within… we simply have forgotten…

Just remember… we find the answers and learn and know… yet to live the learned life is to live alone… to break the boundaries of life and retreat from the labyrinth is a noble feat … yet to live within is a more heroic… for the mind and soul are connected yet not… this time we journey together and learn from the maze… for what is life if there is nothing else to learn…

Let us find our way in the maze… journey on…

Her Name

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In silence she waits. calmly she states,


“I am dying…”


“I do not know how long I have left.”

Her smile is late, my reply I contemplate.


Confused and in shame, I can not say her name.

Her eyes are clear, they show no fear.


They search my mind, in distance and time.

She bows her head and whispers softly with sadness,

“I speak not of death… I only seek light. I speak not of now, I only seek night”

Riddled with muddled emotions my words seemingly attack,


“Speak clear and right! Explain to me your sight!”

In reply,
as a silent sigh…
She falls to her knees and begins to cry,

“I see a life I have not lived”


“I see a world that does not give”


“I dream of gardens and beauty beyond”


“I dream of a love that may never be found”

“I have waited so long, 
I have been patient and strong”


“Finally I break, 
these walls I forsake”

Then silence

I heard her.
Inside.


She is right,


As clear as the moon is tonight.

I can not say her name


She is I and I the same


I understand her pain


I am in a sense her very shame

She is not dying a different death


She is not breathing a different breath


She is only helpless to change

that which remains forever the same

She knows I know.

With this she lifts her head, she begins to rise… focus arrives upon her eyes.

“you know very little of forever.”,

she smiles as she begins to fade.

another victory

Distant reality

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In some distant reality you are here

next to me

.

In some distant reality you smile

and we are free

.

In some distant reality dreams are real

Life is a dream

.

In some distant reality time bends

Magic never ends

.

This distant reality

Stares at you

Through a mirror

It reaches for you

Waiting for your hand in adventure

Wanting for you to let go

Will you join me in some distant reality?

Reunite

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There are so many things I can’t explain. So many feelings I can’t  register. Questions I can’t fathom. Thoughts I fail to explore.

Is there choice in this matter?

Boundless yet finite are my journeys. Reason leads the  expedition now. Faith has taken her sabbatical, leaving the journey  up to the mind alone.

Once there was a time when the universe opened her  heart to me. When we danced and drank in life to the fullest. We ventured,  amazed at the signs which stared upon us in reflection. She and me. Bound. There once was a time…

It seems so long ago.

Then there came the passage above, the one which triumphed above us as one. The one which called to question the feelings, the thoughts, the connection with realization. The one which threatened the heart. During our travels we often face reason and choice…

This was neither, yet it was both.

There came the road. Metaphorical. The road which bore two paths.

Numbly I chose the path apart. Journeyed the world with her in silence, for she was there. My universe. In silence. She knew why I chose the path. It was simpler, yet forged in false altruism.

Truth is hidden…

Often in plain sight.

Yet in this sight, before us we fail to question the journey. The who, what, where and why? Who laid the path, ventured the journey, explored the unexplorable and sought the meaning?

It was Us

Before we see the end, let us journey the paths and live the beginnings. Before we see the end, let us reunite.