Wisdom of the Earth

My dear friend Surface Earth has shared amazing wisdom with me…  I find I question everything these days… I was sent answers…brilliant and helpful answers… Thank you Surface Earth… 

 

Sometimes I wonder what would we do, if we did it for ourselves? In other words, well, no, I mean what I said, what would we do? Most of us, I think, do for others. I am not sure it is altruistic as opposed to learned.

Yes, we work our bones off for others and they turn and say: what have you done for me lately?

I have no magic answers. I have learned only simple ones. Seriously:

1. Breath, and do it deeply and slow because that is your time for you. Breath a mantra if you want, the word God works fine for me.
2. Walk slowly. Yes, that’s it. Walk slowly darn it, I don’t care who is rushing you.
3. Imagine a golden shield of many layers around you, make it look like the Matrix and DO NOT ENGAGE, do not let others suck your energy. And if they succeed in doing so, big deal, they won’t the next time or the time after that. There is no final defeat, remember that.

Peace, energy and light to you.

 These words were in response to a moment I had… it was dark and she shined so brightly leading the way with hope and inspiration

 I thank all who listened to my questions and shown so brightly when my days were dark…

Beautiful Words

I have kept this work to myself for long enough… Michael Patton of Sky Rope has been on my list of inspirations for sometime now… I am blown away by his work constantly… his imagery, his use of language, his writing is simply amazing… I recently read Wee Folk, Revisited… get ready to be inspired and amazed

If

If there is light in the soul,
There will be beauty in the person.
If there is beauty in the person,
There will be harmony in the house.
If there is harmony in the house,
There will be order in the nation.
If there is order in the nation,
There will be peace in the world.

-Chinese Proverb

Weep for yourselves

 

“One cannot weep for the entire world. It is beyond human strength. One must chose” -Jean Anouilh

When we wake and the dawn brings us our thoughts anew, what have we to do? A new day to bring a new way. Each day marks the possibility for greatness. And what do we do with it? Forget as people have done for years. We choose our battles, attribute our strengths and transcend our failures onto the next generation. When will this stop, the endless cycle of ignorance and contention?

Is it true we must choose? The pureness of the innocent who know not what the world has become. The misled who follow under false pretense the chosen path of few wise men? Who can we weep for? Ourselves perhaps? The cycle continues…nothing resolved…nothing achieved…the beginning at hand…the end perhaps. Do we all recognize man kind for its faults? Or do we see perfection in a mirage? We need to disturb our eyes, and suffer the Earth. Feel the Earth…for our fathers lie within screaming for us to hear, “Do not weep for the entire world…weep for yourselves, for the cure is hidden and it takes but one to see and the rest to believe”

Choose to believe!!

I recalled this quote by Jean Anouilh… perhaps we shall weep for one another…what say you?

One Day

 

One day I will be happy… it is not this day, nor tomorrow… yet I know one day it will be so…

I know not what is the meaning behind this sadness… this daily pain… I feel as if my angel is crying…

I hear not her cries… I miss her sweet voice… I miss her embrace… 

One day I will be free… it is not this day, nor tomorrow… yet I know one day it will be so…

 

 

I know not the reason for these feelings… I may be sad… but I am alright. It is not the sadness that bothers. It is something sweeter, deeper… I can not explain further, one day I will understand.

Remember

 

Do you recall… from a word… your word…

You spoke… and it rang… like a bell

The bell tolled… once… long ago…

 

It tolled for time had left…

Yet time was kept… in your word

Remember your word… for we had met

Once… when the bell tolled… long ago

 

Dedicated to Gypsy~Heart… for her energy and her light… something in her words and her spirit… reminds me of a time of old…I simply can not recall…

The Night

Our haven awaits
Among nights open gates

The skies abundant black
No light or turning back

Our starless fortress
Our moon forsaken home

Alone in reflection
Alone in Old

Unaware of illumination
Ignorant to the light

Kept by the darkness
Veiled by the night

In this place
Light has no face

In this time
Light will not shine

It was not always so
The stars and sun did once glow

Where did they go?
No one seems to know

We seem to have forgotten
Question no more…

What purpose for this light?
What reason for this night?