I
It is coming,
I feel it
Let it come,
I care not
I’ll let it
take me away
I’ll go
I’m ready
II
As I wait
the mysteries contemplate
Light is revealed
With it’s final breath
They must know
That I fought
Everyday
Until today
When I knew
III
I am ready
to go
I am tired
I know
The voices
they will say
I failed
Let them think it
I care not
I’m free
“Thanksgiving Day comes, by statute, once a year; to the honest man it comes as frequently as the heart of gratitude will allow.”
~ Edward Sandford Martin
Thanksgiving is upon us… marking the beginning of another holiday season. The holidays are a great opportunity for sharing love and being with friends and family… It is a time of happiness and reflection. Memories and tradition…
So here we are this year, on the brink of holiday frenzy and abundance… please remember there are those who have little to nothing to be thankful for… there are those who simply are… So now I ask all my friends and family to simply Be… Remember charity and lend a helping hand to your neighbor… simply ask and listen for we are all in need of something…
I have been a supporter of the WFP for the past couple of years… I believe in their mission… I encourage all to think about a charity, one which matters to their soul, and join their community as a supporter… Take the first step…
This photographic journey around the world was a feature in Time magazine… the first reaction I had was wonder
“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.”
~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy
This Thanksgiving Day, let’s remember what we truly have to be thankful for. Let’s take a good, hard look around us and realize that while we may not have everything we want, what we want is not always what we need…
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.”
~ Cicero
Thank you all and have a happy thanksgiving…
Lots of Love
Enreal
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How could one understand my words? Make sense of the ramblings which flood my head and spill onto these pages in chaos. They are everywhere, connections, fragments, meaningless words which form songs which sing in tunes and harmonies that I choose to ignore. Until the sounds become to loud.
Here they are flowing as a river. Not raging, nor tranquil. They are littered.
Here they sing as a breeze. Not gentle, nor harsh. They simply drift, and still they make no matter, no matter how I choose to ignore, or create, they are and always will be here. A blessing, which I shun, and with that is my punishment.
Worthless
I know.
How can one understand my words? I guess they make sense to me.
Can you hear them?
One month more
that would leave another year
of more memories
and less fears
they said it would heal
they did not lie
but healing is not comforting
or filling
the void is still inside
All these empty words
pages
of
dreams
of
promises
Only promised to yourself.
Talking, smiling, insisting, lying
Who do you think you’re fooling?
Me
to
myself
to
You
I am you
So keep smiling
And talking your empty words
While the pages are left blank
Or is it invisible ink?
it is
One Day I shall see you again. If not in this world, in a dream world. As it happens to be, I remain waiting, as I was that day you left me behind. But it’s alright, time is funny here, I can’t explain why, I know I’ll be seeing you soon.
Sometimes when I try to make sense, none can be found. I try to listen to my heart, yet it beats alone. I try to listen to my mind, yet that too is silent when my Soul comes searching. One would think they are connected, yet as of late, they are worlds apart.
.
I look towards an emptiness. Barren. Not cold, not dark, not anything.
What do you hear when there are no sounds?
Breath,
Yes.
What do you feel when you touch the ground?
Reality, or is it simply what you believe you’ve found?
What do your senses say they’ve found?
For now
They simply know not,
Or why.
This is my heart.
.
I look towards Life for answers, there are many. Yet, none seem right.
What is Life? If not Death in waiting.
What is Strife? If not happiness waiting to be found.
What is Sorrow? If not the hollowed ground within your heart able to be filled with Joy.
I do believe this, in truth I know this. Yet to know and believe serves little when one is lost.
This is my mind.
.
.
They pain you, your desires. What do they know, these simple emotions,
Hollowed words and meaningless songs
They betray you, your realities. What do they show, they are simply all you know.
One day all will be one.
This is my soul.
.
Worlds apart, yes. Yet they are the same.
Journals Of Enreal 