Intelligence?

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To question life…search for answers…is this what it means to be intelligent life?
Do we assign the term intelligent to what we have here? If someone were to come and tell you the truth, that what you see is not real, would you believe them? Would you need to see the truth in order to believe?

This is faith. One day long ago there was a time when people only had faith and that was enough. One day long ago people had each other and that was enough. What happened to that day, that time? What happened to society that would lead for the need to question and not believe in the possibilities. Personally ( as you may have known), I am all about the questions…the ones that need no answers. The questions that resinate in the Soul.

Deep down we need no truths…they are deep within…that is why the “unknown” does not paralyze us with fear. Think about what is out there and add in the certainty. 

Reassured?

There are some who live with this certainty… must be freedom.

Readers, writers, artists and angels

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Quick, or not so quick side note… I always respond to comments… if someone feels drawn to answer my words… I feel drawn to answer theirs… I must admit, I fell behind. I sat here this morning (now afternoon) and was blown away. I sat here and responded to the beautiful words left here on my pages I felt humbled… 

 

My readers are so incredible that  their words and thoughts outshine my own… In retrospect all who visit I feel are blessings to me… I feel through and through their words are drawn up for me to listen to and in turn show guidance to all who choose to listen… I am so blessed… I feel honored… I have finished responding to all the wisdom and am saturated with love and light… I feel as if I am on a cloud… I have had this silly smile plastered on my face… blessings to all my brilliant readers and friends here… 

 

Please take time to read through some of my brilliant readers comments… for now I shall share a few readers with you and send blessings their way…

 

Karen at morning joy… she has a beautiful spirit… her comments are full of light and peace

Kaosar (Raatkiranii) amazing how even a name can hold power… her words wether here or her pages are simply pure and beautiful…

benafia powerful understanding… words which make you stop and think… I am often amazed at how much one can see. How often I find myself thinking about the words left behind by benafia…

J  He has insight and power in him words… I am blessed to know him 🙂

Cyrus A beautiful soul… his words are always  full of light, love, knowledge… and most of all heart and soul… love the energy!!

Rainer We have read each others work for quite some time… I am always humbled by his presence and thoughts when he enters my world and when I enter his… truly brilliant energy and light… thank you for your comments of light

MySoul Sometimes I feel as if it is my soul when I read her comments… and her beautiful poems and thoughts in her world… thank you My Soul for showing yourself to me

Gypsy What can I say? Kindred… so much love and light it is blinding! Her words resonate on another level… her art work is meant for the eyes of the soul… I am blessed for the wisdom she leaves for me…

JAlan When left behind his words can bring about another era of knowledge… I am blessed… and the art images on his sight are of another world as well… another time and another world… perhaps another space is next

Fibi Pure soul and pure intentions are behind her words… something delicate and full of light

Zenuria her words are heard when most needed and vice versa… we have shared many insights and I am blessed to have her knowledge imprinted on my soul

Neilina A blessing when I receive her knowledge… so pure and vivid… a true blessing… makes me smile 🙂

Cordie Incredible is not the right word… her voice, when heard in reply to mine is like a chorus of angels 😉 singing… thank you Cordie for blessing me with your knowledge

Mental Mist  there is something which radiates from her words… an energy which I am so pleased she blesses me with… blessings to her for her words

Goldenferi hmmm… words spoken from a voice which holds intentions pure… I have read her words and have known her in beautiful spirit for some time now… I am blessed to here her voice

Anjolie Beautiful love and light in her words… a blessing to hear them here and at her pages

~M What can I say… heart and soul in words… a true blessing to know the spirit behind ~M

Spaz When she needs me I am there, and vice versa… we read each others words and they resonate… with each moment and letter I am blessed to receive

Surface Earth A true inspiration… her eyes see more than the mind can read… when she shares her insights here I am more than  blessed, I am enlightened 

Mossy If ever I have a chance to show gratitude and awe it is in the insight spoken here by his words… truly blessed by the speeches of the heart… for the heart may speak here for eternity with an eternal gratitude

Mark I have read his pages for over 2 years… to think of the wisdom his has shared with the world … it is mind blowing… insightful and brilliant… when he speaks his thoughts on my pages I am often shown a new light… a new world

My dearest Sorrow… How could I not… I miss your sweet voice with its profound wisdom… come back!

Wow… amazing… I can not say thank you enough for the insight, knowledge and beautiful energy shared here and across this world… blessings of light and love… and thank you for inspiring me more than you can ever truly understand

I wait

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My face stings from the tears I yearned for… my mind splits from the knowledge I ran towards… my heart pains for the love I hid from… My soul aches simply to go home… 

 

Take me home… to my love… 

Free me from my mind. The mind of judgement with burdens too heavy… with implications too grand… 

Free me from my expectations. The expectations of others crash before my eyes… shedding shards that bleed my heart… that bleed my mind…

Free me from my tears… Shed for healing, yet come reeling in with fears

 

Escape these thoughts… throbbing through my head

Escape these visions…  with veils and shadows falling in my stead

 

Take me home… to where they wait with open arms… take me now… before I do more harm…

 

My eyes heavy… I see my love…

My mind is cloudy… as the sky above

For now I wait until dawn 

When the sun rises

All will be gone…

 

 

Until then my love… 

I wait

Only Questions

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I sit and ponder my journals for hours. Trying to make sense of the senseless questioning. That is what I do. I question. I question and turn the words into poetry (if I’m lucky), sometimes an essay (if it makes sense),and sometimes nothing at all (commonly). Simply words.

 Tonight is different. My journal is making me confused. I sit here unable to focus. There is a sense of sadness, melancholia, for nothing more than waiting. Waiting for the answers to the questions.  And then the thought emerges, “perhaps my answers are answered”. Did I think out loud? I suppose I did. 

Perhaps my answers are answered, I am simply unaware of the truth, or the answers to my queries. It seems I drift to a place in my mind where the line is blurred between reality and imagination. This place we all know… it is the place from which our dreams come and then go… We watch the dreams pass by, forgetting before the meaning has a chance to resonate. 

The answers are there… 

 

The shadow of awareness divided…

 

“why do I love?”

“why do I hate?” 

“what is the meaning of all which comes my way?”

“what is the reason to my questioning?”

“why be awake to a life with little to no meaning?”

Why indeed… 

What good comes from questioning? Existence. For what have you if not the questions? It is indeed fun, the thoughts which arise are important. They cause so much in the way of life, yet they leave you wanting, waiting, for a glimpse behind the shadow of awareness.

 

I have always been a believer, “a knower”. I know what I know… it has been a journey through and through. Be it God. Be it faith. Be it Life, Reason, Truth. It is my truth. It is… and I know.  I know the purpose is to question. Ask and keep asking…and then there are times when I stop, I stop and think and question some more…

 

“why are there only questions?”

 

This time spent questioning has filled my mind with memories. I remember the first time I thought about God. I remember when I was aware of life and death. I remember thinking about my Soul. My life. My philosophies. As all these things began to formulate into my beliefs… into who I am. I remember. I am happy to remember. To be able to think and question with no answers. To believe in who I am and all the crazy things I believe are real… I am happy. 

 

“why are there only questions?”

That’s why 🙂

Yesterday’s Tomorrow

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Walking towards tomorrow,

Slowly coming to a pause

Staring at the face of a stranger

One who remembers,

One who is lost…

“Leave behind the facade,” She whispers

“Forget today the meaning of why, remember who you are, wake the Soul inside…”

 

Walking away from yesterday

Taking moments time to reflect

A glimpse of an old face, a distant place

One which has yet to rest.

“A minute seems like years,” He states

“Moments in eternities, time is an uncertainty…”

“Remember my friend, and take this to your stage… remember my life, for meaning is worth little when the play has yet to arise…”

 

Standing in this moment,

Before the fork of time.

One path brings tomorrow,

One can bring back time…

 

For now I shall wait at yesterday’s tomorrow

For now I shall stay,

In Now…

All I want is…

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“All I want is to recieve what I deserve…”

One  must be careful for what one asks for…  

Who determines what one recieves… do we? And if so… how can I place this judgement upon myself, how can I be objective? And yet, how can I ask someone outside of my life to understand my needs? How could I trust in another? This would put each as individuals in charge and responsible for our actions… we would be responsible and held accountable to ourselves. It is easy to put blame in an outside world, an outside force. “It is out of our hands” so to speak. It is easy to blame others for what is lacking, it is simpler to lose focus and watch, rather than take action and responsibility…

All I want is what I deserve…

Do I deserve happiness… whose to say if not I?

Do I deserve peace? Whose to say if not I?

Do I deserve pain? Whose to say if not I….

Could one be unbiased? Could one rise above individual needs? Could you? I know not, in this time and place… if I could.

Mush

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What do I want to write about?  This seems to be the issue of the moment. I have been sitting here working on five different essays… all revolving around a similar point. A point which I fail to see…Intelligence, Judgement, Worth, Purpose and Meaning. While all the issues are large and complex… I find myself going back and forth between them.  One thought comes to mind, then lapses… finding it seemingly hard to make a point for argument, a point of reason or any point at all… Mush…

I sit here, coffee in hand,  listening to the rythm of the background music (aka elevator music), watching the locals enter the coffee shop, I drift… to and fro in the mush… my words, people, seemingly unrelated movements, seemingly unconnected realities… what makes these thoughts evolve… what makes this essay take shape?

Couples young and old lazily conversing… The father out for an early dinner with his daughter, individuals wrapped in thought, the employees seemingly busy behind the counter are as detached from their work as I am from mine… 

Then there are the technologies practically attatched to the bodies of so many… distractions.  Some sit and do as I do, write (or try to)… some listen to their music, some sit and watch their computers… some sit and read… some simply eat and stare off into their universe. Interesting to see so many different realities… so many connections made with little or no awareness of myself. I sit and write about my surroundings, about all the strangers I do not know… and yet I do know them in my world… I imagine their lives from their actions, from their behaviors and from my thoughts, my imagination…  observing is what makes these situations real in my world. For how else can I experience it without imagining it…  seemingly unrelated movements, seemingly unconnected realities… are connected for my mind. Here in my universe all the randomness makes sense, all the chaos is explained to my curious mind…

Mush…

I wonder what point I am trying to make… perhaps sometimes there is no point at all… perhaps sometimes  we must simply observe and imagine… perhaps the unrelated and unconnected are not and we simply fail to see

Or perhaps it is just mush…