I
saw
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fall
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it
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So beautiful it broke my heart
Now I shall help you rise
For eternity
Category Archives: Spirituality
Wisdom of Ages
The time came
Once
In an era of darkness
When the light radiated from within its people
Shined from within their hearts
Lost in darkness yet unafraid
For there lay magic within the minds
Powers within their hearts
And knowledge within their Souls
The time has come once
Again
In an era of light
This time the light outshines the people
The light blinds their hearts
Impairs their minds
Shadows their Soul
Surrounded by a light of falsehood
The people are unaware to the Soul’s fear
For the people have forgotten the magic
Hushed the voice of the mind
Instead turned to the voice of the machine
The machine which radiates the light we made
I sit here and ponder how lost we can become… life running around us at speeds too fast to comprehend. The oneness, the whole of the world… integrated with time
Yet distancing us from the times we left behind
Our memories
Even before our lifetime we were blessed to have the wisdom of the ages. Blessed and yet too busy to look for the meanings, too busy for once we had them and let them fall silent. Silent as a language not practiced and silenced for lack of confidence. Yet we fear not for we have them recorded. Today they are translated in our modern world. Categorized, defined and compartmentalizes into easy convenient truths easily digested as myth, reality or fact…
The fact is
We lost the magic, the gift, the wonder of not understanding and accepting… we even define God… The ancients knew God… Through fear and awe… Through nature and the Heavens… Through the body and the mind… through the Soul
I sit here and ponder…
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The Seer who lost sight
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The witch bound by her own witchery
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The wizard with lost wisdom
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A prophet to prophesies the past
Yet the time came once
In an era of darkness
When the people were not afraid
Perhaps the false light shall fail
Will you be able to see?
Within
Within the calm of the twilight
Beneath the rays of the night
There lies a peaceful meadow
With flowers and butterflies that shine ever so bright
Within the shadow of your thoughts
Beneath the veil of blindness in your dreams
There lies a path of light
That belongs for only your eyes to meet
Within the chambers of your heart
Beneath the reality of life and all its parts
There lies a place of solace
With answers and knowledge for an eternity
Within your soul
Infinite
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
Do you know who I am?
I am here in your mind
the light of your desires
the solace of your dreams
I am here in your soul
The greatness of your spirit
The fullness of your heart
I am your intentions
the power you wish to hold
the strength you wish to be
I am your visions
the happiness of your soul
the clarity you wish to see
Do you know who I am?
I am you
you are me
we are one
we are free
Now do you know me
Kiss of the Muse
Painting by Paul Cezanne
Plato’s “Phaedrus” Socrates explains the power of the Muses:
« Come, O ye Muses, melodious, as ye are called, whether you have received this name from the character of your strains, or because the Melians are a musical race, help, O help me in the tale which my good friend here desires me to rehearse, in order that his friend whom he always deemed wise may seem to him to be wiser than ever. »
Further on in “Phaedrus”, Socrates describes how the Muses give “an inspired madness which was a noble thing”:
« The third kind is the madness of those who are possessed by the Muses; which taking hold of a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyrical and all other numbers; with these adorning the myriad actions of ancient heroes for the instruction of posterity. »
Socrates goes on to say that the man « who, having no touch of the Muses’ madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks that he will get into the temple by the help of art–he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man disappears and is nowhere when he enters into rivalry with the madman. »
A letter to my angel
Dearest angel, why are you sad? Does it pain you as it pains me… how does the hole which throbs beat with nothing to fill its atriums. How does the case which houses the soul have shadows in corners with no walls for the shadow cast? How can it be that we pass through each other and feel, yet not see the beauty of thy reflection? How?
Dearest Soul, the other part of my being… do not feel as I do this moment. Do not yearn and question that which is not meant to be heard… For to know and not remember is more painful than the void which lay in its place… did you choose this, my soul… did you live this, my angel? did you place us here next to this eternity… did you plan this journey for us to be together and not speak… not touch… What say you to my call. What say you to my query…
I can feel this moment clearly… when you think and make me hear. I can feel this moment when I wake from my slumber, the trance which makes me know… I can feel this moment as the others I have felt… and yet with this moment is another end… another beginning… another cycle.
My angel, my soul… one as we may be… as it was intended to be… be with me. Please.
With Love and Light…
Journals Of Enreal 