Clarity

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Clarity appears
Time holds its fears

New visions and tears
Drawing upon the years

Speak it clear
For your soul may hear

Truth in vision
Truth in decision

What have we
But blame and shame
To tame the flame
Or be it the same

For clarity holds fears, tears and years
As does vision with blame and shame

Speak clear… for your soul to hear

Wisdom of the Earth

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My dear friend Surface Earth has shared amazing wisdom with me…  I find I question everything these days… I was sent answers…brilliant and helpful answers… Thank you Surface Earth… 

 

Sometimes I wonder what would we do, if we did it for ourselves? In other words, well, no, I mean what I said, what would we do? Most of us, I think, do for others. I am not sure it is altruistic as opposed to learned.

Yes, we work our bones off for others and they turn and say: what have you done for me lately?

I have no magic answers. I have learned only simple ones. Seriously:

1. Breath, and do it deeply and slow because that is your time for you. Breath a mantra if you want, the word God works fine for me.
2. Walk slowly. Yes, that’s it. Walk slowly darn it, I don’t care who is rushing you.
3. Imagine a golden shield of many layers around you, make it look like the Matrix and DO NOT ENGAGE, do not let others suck your energy. And if they succeed in doing so, big deal, they won’t the next time or the time after that. There is no final defeat, remember that.

Peace, energy and light to you.

 These words were in response to a moment I had… it was dark and she shined so brightly leading the way with hope and inspiration

 I thank all who listened to my questions and shown so brightly when my days were dark…

Tired of making sense

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What am I waiting for? Perhaps Life… perhaps death… or whatever falls in the middle

I have been waiting for that miracle, that moment, that epiphany… the moment where it will all make sense… Does that make sense? I have waited so long yet my impatience is unjustified… part of my mind is content… the other is at war with my ideals, the way I want to live and the way I chose to live… Does that make sense?

I have waited and now my body is beginning to wear… I am getting tired… I have waited for life to get easier… less misfortunes and more joy…I have waited and asked, not for much… just a small sign… am I selfish? Perhaps… I seem to ask for more now and become more disheartened… again… a battle between my ideals and my reality…

I work hard everyday… I work my bones make my body weak… My mind has been strong, so has my spirit… now I find that time has turned away. No longer on my side. Time has gone to join my dreams and desires… hidden from my sight and my knowledge… time has joined my delusion.

Perhaps I speak toofreely, letting my inhibitions free… letting my body speak for my mind and thus for my souls subconscious… does that make sense? I have a feeling that all my waiting has turned into acomforting illusion… that perhaps the viel will never drop… my mirage will never fade and in turn this reality will in turn be reality…

Tired of working so hard… I do not even do it for myself… I need to breathe…

Beyond Man

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I ask of truth

I ask of reality

I ponder the mystery
Seek an illusive history

I try to understand
A language we do not comprehend

It speaks inside our souls
A language and rhythm
It is all so old

Since the dawn of time
We have always known

Since its time is past
It will always last

We will see
It will be

We will understand
All of this is beyond man

too late

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We must act now
We must speak before it is too late

How often do we regret
How often do we forget

Why do we procrastinate?
The future is approaching
The future waits for none

Hurry it is almost too late!
Speak the words you feel
Speak and make them real

Breathe…keep them close
Soon they will be gone
Soon they will forget

Hurry it is almost too late!
Say “I love you” for Gods sake…

 

Silence

Silence

 

Take for granted no longer
It is too late
Now you must say “I miss you”
To a shadow in the frame

Tomorrow

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What if tomorrow never comes. What then? What if you went to bed and there was no waking up? It happens all the time. I am not truly worried about dying…I am however concerned about not living. Not accomplishing what I feel I was meant to. What truly matters? Why do we make goals and procrastinate. My issue is always thinking about the future and not responding to the now. If I were to die tomorrow I would regret not acting on my thoughts and wasting so much time.

What would you regret?