The majesty of water
As a wave of release
The power of water
As a place of peace
Zen
I added the top stone
Existence
Do we exist?
Are we here?
Is life real?
Are you sure?
What do we know?
We are here, but are we?
What do we know of life?
We study, research, look for the truth.
What of evidence?
What if we exist only to make our souls satisfied
Interesting concept
If someone came and spoke to you the truth…
This page you are reading is not here
The surroundings you see are irrelevant
The feelings you experience are a tool for something larger
Would you believe
If someone came and told you to open your mind
Would you?
We need not the body.
We need not the earth.
They are here as a vessel
They are here to help us learn.
Watch her eyes…
Hidden
As my gaze drifts to the sky
I see the moon
A sliver of a crescent
Forming a cheshire smile
I see the faint trace
A weak outline from behind the darkness
My mind drifts
I know it is there
I can see it
It is as if the night is the veil
And the eyes are blind…
What else do we not see?
What else is hidden just beneath the surface?
What is hidden before our eyes?
Let us take a closer look…
On Joy and Sorrow
On Joy and Sorrow
Kahlil Gibran
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater thar sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
A note of thanks
It is friday… It was a long week… A week which I battled with my emotions and myself… I challenged my Self into facing new realities… All with the help of Enreal and her visitors…
All those who visit her Journals… I would like to thank. Wether or not you left advice or support… I felt your presence and energy… To all those who spoke… you spoke to my heart and Enreal heard.
I wish you all my love…
Now let us continue the conversation…
When You have time… watch this video… an incredible challenge to reality
Something to think about this weekend…
Journals Of Enreal 
