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So beautiful it broke my heart
Now I shall help you rise
For eternity
Category Archives: Thoughts
Stay
I don’t want to go
I’m afraid to
I’m afraid to leave
I’m afraid I will never dream this dream again
I’m afraid I will never feel this way again
I’m afraid if I fall asleep
Once more
It would have all been a dream
A dream within a dream
Please stay
Alone with time… alone in my mind
My dearest friend, my guardian, my watcher… what plagues you? For one whose presence was known, now your voice is quiet. For one whose brilliance once shone, now your light is faint. All things in time. Time is the blessing, the blessing for which the latter seems the same. The blessing of suffering and pain, yet one which experienced is indeed the same.
Time, enabler of silence. The means to an end… For which have you say my friend… is it within or without. What say you to my voice, the very voice which has been silenced? What say you to the light, for it was once ours to see in the darkest of nights… What thoughts have you to my query? The very thoughts I leave presented on the ground. My letter, my voice, my sound…
What say you to these things… shall I leave you be. Leave you with time? Shall I lay on the blanket of clouds and listen to the angels singings from above… Shall I wait for you? or is it Time… For you seem to have lost the battle… and become a prisoner to the mind…
Captivated and confused, we must lose the illusion of Time…. for what is it, truly?
Down
“A magical place indeed”.
The air alive and glowing with energy, like a vivid dream… you could smell the ethereality of it…
“A peculiar, magical place….”
She had awoken to a scene and a dilemma. There before her stood two paths. Unlike others she traveled before…
where the long winding road lay before or behind or side to side…
“the light is brightest above, yet perhaps I shall wander below…”
Static clung to the light, bringing electricity to sound, sparks to sight…
A wind wispered in her mind…
“A magical place indeed”
She said these words aloud as she found her way down
Why
Understanding life is one thing, asking questions and expecting answers is another. We can assume all we want that there is a purpose, a meaning, an answer. I believe there is, but why?
Why?
That is the question. Why is there Life? The meaning to the purpose to the question.
Why is there Life?
I don’t want science to tell me of the randomness, the probabilities, the unique and unlikely circumstance of it happening. I want to know why.
Here is a thought. Is the answer too big? Or perhaps the thought is too small? Can we fathom the question, or understand the meaning? Or are we simply answering ourselves? Questions keep spinning until…we stop asking. Our minds not equipped for the infinity of the questions. It keeps going, infinitely circling in our minds, until we forgot what we asked.
What did we ask again?
Oh yes,
Why?
Such a small word, such a large possibility. Perhaps one day it will be not a matter of why, or how… it simply will be,
A question
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?
Good Bye
Twilight fades
The daylight rests
Darkness softly enters
At eventide she appears
Walking to the edge of life
She lingers
.
She knows not of time
She judges not eternity
Believing all is as it should be
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Her gaze drawn to the first glimmer
A single star alone in the vast ocean of the sky
Yet the lonely star is far from sight
“You see only the brightest, we are never alone”
She smiles at this truth
She waits
.
Her smile welcomes her truth
Her acceptance lightens the sky
Bringing reality and light
Entering the deepest part of being
She waits to be
On the edge of time
.
Her knowledge made of a dream
She watches as it shines
The memories whisper on the edge of the breeze
She waits as it shudders down her spine
And as it comes out her being
The whisper on the breeze
Her wait is over
.
The memories flood
Time flashes her truth
Reality and Starlight mingle and dance
Racing above the horizon
Teaching with lessons
Shining with purpose
The path entered shall never be crossed the same way twice
The truth taught and learned carries different meaning
Carries different purpose
She waited and learned her truth
She waited and made her judgement
Smiling she crosses the void
The lonely star still in sight
With this vision
She turns and says,
.
“good bye”
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Darkness fades
The evening rests
Daylight softly enters
At daybreak she appears
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