Messages

Messages 

They come in all forms… words of advice from some higher self… your higher self

These serendipities… syncronicities 

Coincidences…

Is that all they are?

 

How busy are we when we can’t take a minute and unwind… think about our burdens… think about the meanings…

How busy are we when it becomes stressful to stop and breathe?

These instances are when our mind/subconsiousness looks for signals… they are there already… we are just too busy to notice… it is our higher self which relays the message to the mind. 

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These messages are all around… the messages are the ones we are too blind to see… plainly visable and understandable… they are our signs… we realize the problems, know the solutions, yet they are unheard…

Poverty 

Hunger

Genocide

War

These things are our messages… we know they are situations which are difficult… altering… these are things which we understand and know they shouldn’t be… they are our lessons… the fact that we all  know they are sorrowful… we all feel for the situations passionately… these are the things all sides can agree on… things that are inhumane… yet, there they are… existing… and to such extremes it breaks even some who are not there is person…

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There are those which do wonderful charitable works… philanthropists… and every day good people… yet there are those who close there eyes to it… refuse to think, let alone acknowledge these situations… let us learn our lessons as a whole…

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“One of the most powerful vision I have experienced was the first photograph of the earth from outer space.  The image of a blue planet floating indeep space, glowing like the full moon on a clear night, brought home powerfully to me the recognition that we are indeed all members of a single family sharing one little house.” -dalai lama

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So in conclusion…  these are extremes… which are our messages… we need to listen more… perhaps the solution is there as well… we just need to look a bit deeper… and share with one another… 

My Time

An angel came softly,
“Your time is coming”

Scared she knew,
“I am not ready!”

Angel questioned quietly,
“What were you waiting for?”

She thought loudly,
“I didn’t think it would be this soon.”

Interested Angel asked,
“What do you think Life is? What of destiny?”

Confused she pleaded,
“Please, I need more time”

In silence and serenity Angle spoke,
“Why shall I grant it to you? Deep inside you knew the rules. No one controls fate.”

She knew, she finally understood,
“What have I done?”

Angel sat serene, pondering her troubles,
“I mean you no sadness, only peace. Most do as you have done, they wait. For what, I know not.”
“Your time is close at hand. I grant you this one moment. For it is sad, you all hold so much”

Her relief passed through into worry and grief.
“One moment? I need more time, what is a moment?”

Bewildered Angel spoke,
“You have had this gift, and yet, still you ask more. You have had this Life, and still you need more. Always more, that is why you choose to remain? Yearn for more time? What more could you want?”

Unable to respond, she sat. Then sadly she answered.
“I just want more time. Just more time.”

Angel replied,
“Time? That my friend is subjective. Now take this moment and face this moment as if you are free. Live this moment for you. For this moment will pass. It will leave you, as will I. Only when I leave, I take with me your desire for time. I will show you your desire is nothing greater than a veil, a mirage. I will not fill the void, I will let it be. So focus on Life and leave times distraction behind.”

 

 

Insight

Twilight descends on your eyes

Darkness floods your soul

The night though dark

Can never engulf you whole

 

Dawn ascends on your mind

Light captures your senses

The day is vivid

Never surpassing the brightness of your spirit

 

The contrast is ever so clear

The concepts and mysteries we fear

Shadows of knowledge dance with delight

Playing with truths and wisdom 

For an eternity is insight

I am

I am the one you won’t behold
I hold something you can not mold
I have peace forever old
I have centuries of secrets which won’t be told

I am your peace
I am your solace
I am your undefinable
I am your abstract

I give you comfort
I am your friend
I am your father
Until the end

Some call me Soul
Some call me Old
Some call me God
Yet some never call

A captive of Life
Confined in you
Forever with you
Unassumingly misunderstood

The Human Factor

Can we make a difference?
Surpass the past
Evolve?
Can we grow?

Have we the key?
Can we see the door?
Should we unlock it?
Who would it be for?

We have the key
We see the door
We have to unlock it
It has been done before

We can make a difference
Surpass the past
Evolve
And grow

We have the human factor
We are all connected
As a whole we can make a change
As a whole we can make a difference
We must live ourselves
We must look within
It is simple for us to wait for others
It is simple for us to blame the rest
It is simply blaming ourselves
We don’t see it
Or do we?

Unspoken

Large concepts

Unbounded truths

Unyielding knowledge

No words

 

Forever questioning

As silent

As secrets

Forever

Hiding

No Words

 

Speak with your mind

Eyes

Soul 

No words

Spoken Old

 

A voice 

A song

A melody

Unsung

Unspoken

 

Remember

There are languages

Old Words

Unspoken

Unheard

Still learned

 

Remember

Silence

Underneath

is heard

 

 

Where are you

 

Are you here?

I see you not

I waited for this time

A time I never forgot

I have always lived in the past

Learned to give in to moments that shall not last

 

I have learned

I have been told not to question

But I yearn

Be it truth or be it lesson

 

A truth unspoken

A knowledge misunderstood

A burning question

I need to be heard

 

Where are you?

Why am I in this time?

Why am I in this Life?

 

Where are you?

Why have you left me here?

away from my time of old

 

If I don’t see you

How can one be certain?

How can I put all of my faith in my beliefs?

How can one trust in fantasy?

In a reality not my own

 

So I ask this one question

A question known

I have the answer

Yet I ask this one question

In hope of a sign

Where are you?