I remembered a time
A time which did not belong to me
I remembered a place
A place which existed only for me
I heard a prayer
A prayer which parted my lips only decades before
I felt so sure
The knowing I lived with
the knowing I died with
the knowing I created
forever shall be
forever has been
with.
me .
forever.
As I pray once more
it remains
forever before
Full of questions.
Do they deserve answers?
Who is the judge of these matters?
Who holds the wisdom?
Who listens to the minds of millions?
Ever pining away hours with mysteries
Is it Him?
If it is Him
How does He choose
How does He designate the knowledge?
Perhaps behind every question is an answer…
One which speaks softly with the chatter of the mind
Perhaps the answers of the world are only mirages
For people seeking an unworthy truth…
If ever there be an unworthy answer
Perhaps they seek the clear path… already traveled…
Either place reached before… perhaps it is Him… before us… within us… waiting patiently for us to listen…
Perhaps it is Him… Perhaps I hear Him…
“Full of questions…
which do deserve answers…
I am the Judge of Inquiry…
I hold the wisdom…
it is here…
within my palm…
within a grain of sand…
is this your truth?”
Perhaps…
Always expect what can not be
Waste not the mind
Breathe not the soul
Search for the answer
Hear the call from beyond the Sun
Carried on the wings of the Wind
Listen completely
Bring answers to the Night
Yet mourn not for the Dawn
Lateness comes early
Prepared not for the departure
For as all is destined for rapture
All is destined to fall
When the fall comes
And we stand on our knees
Let us stand tall
For our fall has hearkened a call
Our call was for the fall
Let it Be Destined
Sometimes I think silent thoughts
In a language just barely understood
It is the language of the mind
It is the language of the Soul
It is a language which can not be spoken
A language which can only be shown
It is the language felt in a glance
A language of Love, Purpose, and Knowledge
A true love…
A language in the Mind
It speaks quietly truths unlearned
It grows softly under the veil of silence.
These truths unknown
Spoken eloquently
Peacefully
This voice unheard
This voice unshared
The butterflies are here
They are fluttering…
I hear those silent thoughts again…
They speak of happiness
In a language just barely heard…
If I knew how to describe this smile
I would
In this language
Barely understood
I want to feel what I can not see
Look beyond my minds eye
Find within the sacred ties
I want to touch what is not real
Beneath my skin
To reach from within
I want to forget that which I have learned
Believe in what can not be proven
Perceive what has been hidden
Can I wake from this dream?
My Body
My mind
Through space
Through time
Can I finish this task?
Challenge my purpose
Take off the masks
Can I feel what can not be heard?
Breathe what cannot be seen
Hunger for knowledge and feast upon wisdom
Will I reach the end
Where time will lapse
When matter will suspend
All can be learned if only one listens to the questions… the infinite questions
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?
Time hangs on the walls of the mind
The mind is a home
Still and Bare
The future is outside the open doors
Neither aware
Nor scared
Hanging in the open air
The meadow calls for one to dance
The wind beckons for one to sing
The memories fade to an everlasting spring
For the journey has yet to begin
I stand
Clear
Staring
The door seems to fade
Then thought distracts
Remove my eyes so I can see
Free my mind so I can be
Take my heart so I can feel
Show me what I have always sensed as real
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