A Sense of Belonging

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I do not belong here
Among the low of spirits and the weak of hearts
Of those whose tongues be shamed
Though I must speak of it the same

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I do not belong here
Among the empty dreams and failed attempts
For I dream of Life and Love
A vision of peace and wonder sent from above

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I do not belong here

though only now I realize I know

I have never felt the way my mind accepted

My heart always knew it couldn’t know

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Though I sense so much more of where I belong

I know I have been wrong

My voice carries on meanings which have slipped passed my judgement

My mind carries on memories of the feelings

memories of the words

memories of the tears

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I seem to have forgotten these times, though I search for meaning
I will never forget the feeling
It is of a time and setting misplaced

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I know I do not belong here, yet I can not envision any other place

I can only sense I know another face

I belong among valor and love
I belong among the proud and virtuous

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Let my mind speak to me and remind me why I am here
I have forgotten the purpose
And my soul waits

Let my heart speak to me and show me the reason
I feel imprisoned to a time, though not the hour which I seek

Let my soul and I complete

Be in quest of this place

the one and only of our dreams

the one of which we belong

 

 

It is interesting how we look for meaning and answers….

“why is this my life?”, “why am I the way that I am?”, “when will these thoughts and feelings make sense?”.

It is interesting how we forget the lessons we have learned along the way, as if searching for one answer is not enough, we seem to overlook it in our failed attempt to see the “big picture”. I am tired of being so selfish… I stopped writing the poem below because I can not justify my visions… whose to say where I belong? I realize that it should definitely not be me. I am persuaded by my desires. I dance with my ego and have become partner when once I was lead… A sense of belonging, perhaps one which was never meant to be…

 

Conversations with…

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I am returning to my Abstract Conversations Series for inspiration… I will be working on some new conversations to see what answers I can find to my endless questioning… for now I share with you some of my original conversations. I am fond of the time I spent conversing with my thoughts and my Soul… This is republished from a while back… the conversations are published previously…

I have an obsession with conversations. Intelligent, deep, meaningful conversations… There is only so much one can learn from literature and history… there is a whole other world out there, many other worlds out there…The only way to reach them is through conversation, observing another’s Life and understanding even questioning why they are…

Why they are… indeed. The fundamental philosophical question. Why? Why are we? Now imagine this, a conversation with an abstract, something abstract made tangible for conversation with you, with me… I have had many of these conversations and am working towards that “perfect conversation“.

A perfect conversation? I believe it can be described as a flow of energy, a way of connecting with another and traveling to a place that is out of reach, it is a way of reading from the pages of Life, a way of transcending Self. It can be recalled as butterflies in the stomach, realizing you have touched on something that is larger than Self, a glimpse of knowledge and power too large to hold in the mind, so it simply slips away silently, gracefully. I am constantly searching for that perfect conversation… one I can hold in my heart and in my mind. It is always in my Soul.

Now I share with you some of my Abstract Conversations, I am always searching for a way to connect, a way to answer my Soul…

Conversation with Destiny

Conversation with Subconsciousness

Conversation with Knowledge

Conversation with Death

Conversation with Life

Who’s to say if I am the Abstract on the other side of this reality…
A Conversation with Reality… I have to find Reality first…

 

The stage is set

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The scene is set. All are in position. Time draws near. The empty stage is infused with the energies of the participants. How in the history of the world can one have all these players in waiting for their debut? How in the world indeed…

If you could be in the presence of anyone, whom would you choose? What if it could be bigger than you imagined? How about instead of talking about life with someone… you could talk to Life, understand it, question it…

Death, same as above.

Speak to your mind and infuse it with interpretation.

Know.

Talk to Chaos, Emotion, Time… here is your chance. They are waiting in anticipation of your audience

Enter Life. Time. Death. Enter Chaos. Emotion. Purpose, meaning and Destiny

Can you truly find meaning in the meaningless?

Once there was a child, born in a world of chaos. Once there was a girl living in a world of hope. Once there was a life lived alone and shared with the infinity of possibility.

Once there was a time of passion and wonder, this time has since passed leaving the lonely to tend to the fields of unharvested dreams.  In solitude and silence they work., gently plowing and sowing fruitless hopes. The work tiredlessly. They work with little to no knowledge of their intentions. The know not what they do.

Weaving it all together. Leaving no room for poeticism. Why must there always be a story? Why can’t it be like life.

Chaos.

Chaos with Purpose.

And Life

They narrate their intention, infused with knowledge. All apologies knowledge could not be present tonight, though his role is interpreted in the dialogue

There is always a design beneath the surface. Perhaps an unseen pattern leaving light. Wielding emotion as a sword  would upon its final victory.


Purpose.

Meaning.

Destiny.

The stage is set… all in position for a marvelous show… how will you participate?


Making my peace (via Words we never said…)

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Making my peace

Sometimes – making peace
means having the courage to
acknowledge conflict.

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via Words we never said…

Your thoughts echo my own… find peace? I don’t think everyone is meant to. Happiness… that either…

Short story…

I find comfort in sadness, many do… it became my companion. A constant familiar on my shoulder… always with me as a friend…

there came a time when things got shaken up in my world, as it tends to happen with time and seasons. things began to change, patience wore thin and then I had enough,

Only my sense of enough happened with me giving up, turning my back on dreams and forgetting my purpose, if I every truly knew what that was…

I literally gave up on it all… and the worst part of it was, my familiar changed also… it changed and became a hole, in my chest and the ache is hollow… it takes sadness and captures it… it brings it in… tears fear of flowing for they know what awaits within, so they left also…

A sad little thing that can’t even cry or be sad. I wonder…

Making peace? I think you will reach it first… so I leave with you the same request…

( I felt this was the answer… I didn’t want to burden your pages with my dark words ) Thank you M.L for this window…

Sometimes – making peace means having the courage to acknowledge conflict. … Read More

via Words we never said…

forever by the light of the moon

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There

on the icy waters

the  pale outline of two souls

 

you can see the connection

it bleeds into the night

tendrils weaving through the darkness

 

Glimmering

faint

suspended

between time

space

reality

fiction

the shadows of mind

the veils of truth

 

Two souls

the outline of phantom limbs reaching for one another

Over the frozen waters

in the brightness of the light

of the moon

 

blinded

they reach

they stare

between time

space

reality

the shadows of mind

the windows of acceptance

 

Fading

The moon leaves the souls

Darkness descends

They grow dim

Once more

Forever reaching with phantom limbs

 

This scene

this tale

the souls

until the end of time

they reflect over the glimmering waters of the night

 

at times frozen

at times alive

always waiting

behind the veil of this life

 


Help Japan

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Japan Earth Quake 2011

 

Most everyone knows the impact of Fridays devastating earthquake which spawned a massive tsunami leaving hundreds of thousands either displaced, missing or dead. Economic Impact. Nuclear Crisis. Displaced. Broken…It breaks my heart to know that so many lives are forever scarred. I pray for the people of Japan and know that millions will join in the effort to help the people of this ravaged country.

I normally do not emphasize the need of charity and donation… yet as I sit here, warm, with food and comfort I feel guilty. I read about only a fraction of the imminent grief and I know that once all is said and done it will only be the beginning of Japans long recovery. So give. Even if only a small donation. Give.

 

7 Simple ways to help

Red Cross

Japanese Red Cross

Google Crisis Response (There you can choose where to donate.)

Doctors Without Borders

 

And if you can’t… pray and  keep the people in your heart. Be mindful and give thanks for your life and your way of life.