5 (number) is

Five is the third prime number.The number 5 is the 5th Fibonacci number, being 2 plus 3. The atomic number of boron.The number of appendages on most starfish, which exhibit pentamerism. The most destructive known hurricanes rate as Category 5 on the Saffir–Simpson Hurricane Scale. The most destructive known tornadoes rate an F-5 on the Fujita scale. The Roman numeral V stands for dwarfs (main sequence stars) in the Yerkes spectral classification scheme.

 

There are traditionally Five Wounds of Jesus Christ in Christianity: the Scourging at the Pillar, the Crowning with Thorns, the wounds in Christ’s hands, the wounds in Christ’s feet, and the Side Wound of Christ.The book of Psalms is arranged into five books, paralleling the Five Books of Moses. The Khamsa, an ancient symbol shaped like a hand with five fingers, is used as a protective amulet by Jews; that same symbol is also very popular in Arabic culture, known to protect from envy and the evil eye. Muslims pray to Allah five times a day. 

 

According to ancient Greek philosophers such as Aristotle, the universe is made up of five classical elements: water, earth, air, fire, and ether. This concept was later adopted by Medieval alchemists and more recently by practitioners of Neo-Pagan religions such as Wicca.

 

Five is the number of years it has been since you left. Since you ascended to heaven, since you went home. Five is the number of years it has been since I have seen your smile, heard your laughs and seen the joy radiating out of your eyes . Five will be the number, tomorrow, or today, or yesterday. Or FIve years from now. No matter , five is the number on my mind. Time goes on. Memories fade and all we have are the shadows of time. The whispers on the wind, the fragrances in the air and the lingering heaviness of dreams… but I have you forever in my heart and you are forever remembered in my soul.

I miss you dad

Silviu George Klein

June 14, 1948- December 18, 2006

 

 

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Forever Before

I remembered a time

A time which did not belong to me

I remembered a place

A place which existed only for me

I heard a prayer

A prayer which parted my lips only decades before

I felt so sure

The knowing I lived with

the knowing I died with

the knowing I created

forever shall be

forever has been

with.

me .

forever.

As I pray once more

it remains

forever before

bitter calm of winter

The smell of winter.

Darkness arrives early this time of year.

Time passes slow.

The sound of my voice is clearer as the wind silences the world.

What is it about the oncoming peace that leaves my heart confused? The calm on the waters is soothing as my mind races far into the future, doubling back and charging through the barrier of time… flimsy really… for one can always venture into the past, the future is what leaves us in shadow…

There is a calling from within the mist of the shadow… hearing what we know, yet understanding as one would a lost language… or understanding as one would a smile… sad is the voice from within… as is the look in the eyes of my dying father… Did he know he was going to die that night? The look in his eyes say yes. Yes… yet it was just a dream, another lost memory, just another dream. It fades…


Fading as are the years one ventures away from the sound of his voice, or is it my voice… Can I hear the difference?  Do I know of what I speak? Is this really about him? Or is it really about me? Just another vision, just another dream, just another tear which falls to my feet…


The ground is cold beneath my feet… I stand before the calm shore and the moon glistens its light upon the waters… darkest night so full of light… where is my vision? where is my sight? I turn to find my father by my side… the bitter calm of winter… he smiles… he is here again, for now… then why am I so sad?


Because these are just more words coming from my head… more words… or simply another dream… Yes… it was just a dream, another lost memory, just another dream… coming from my head


Dad

Same mistakes

Same Mistakes by James Blunt

So while I’m turning in my sheets
And once again, I cannot sleep
Walk out the door and up the street
Look at the stars beneath my feet
Remember rights that I did wrong
So here I go

Hello, hello

There is no place I cannot go
My mind is muddy but
My heart is heavy, does it show
I lose the track that loses me
So here I go

Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo…

And so I sent some men to fight,
And one came back at dead of night,
Said “Have you seen my enemy?”
Said “he looked just like me”
So I set out to cut myself
And here I go

Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo…

I’m not calling for a second chance,
I’m screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don’t give me choice,
Cos I’ll just make the same mistake again,

Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo…

And maybe someday we will meet
And maybe talk and not just speak
Don’t buy the promises ’cause
There are no promises I keep,
And my reflection troubles me
So here I go

Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo…

I’m not calling for a second chance,
I’m screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don’t give me choice,
Cos I’ll just make the same mistake (REPEAT) again

Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo…

So while I’m turning in my sheets

And once again, I cannot sleep

Walk out the door and up the street

Look at the stars

Look at the stars, falling down,

And I wonder where, did I go wrong.

An inspiration… perhaps my muse

Wasn’t too long ago when I was thinking about these things… I wrote sometime back about my inspirations… Since then I have been blessed into meeting some beautiful and awe inspiring people… I have been blessed with some new friends… or shall I call them my muses…

 

Inspiration is an interesting thing. It can come in the form of a breeze or in the thunder of an applause… It can be seen in the majesty of the sun or in the darkness of the night… It can come in a single word after a thoughtful silence… It can come in the wake of a devistating tragedy… Either way we look for it… seek it… wait for an epiphany… wait for the knowledge… We feel the need for it… we wait… and some are blessed… like myself… 

 

If I had to name an inspiration… I suppose it would have to be the unknown… I get inspired by my thoughts, my beliefs, the things that can not be explained… it inspires me to search, deep within myself… what I find is questions and a deep sense of wonder… how far will the mind go… But it is easy to name inspirational things… it is people that we need to inspire… people to rise above the rest and  rescue us from the mundane… the routine… make us think out of the box, out of our lives… To find inspirational people that is a blessing…

 

Akash… has become a dear friend… his words are ever so beautiful… the bring forth deep feeling… I can not describe his words

Cyrus Rumi... The pages emit a beautiful energy and peace… I love it there. 

Ray Gratzner… What can I say? after I read his words I am left in reflection always with some wonderful feelings… he inspires me greatly…

Michael from EarthPages… his dedication to spreading knowledge is wonderful… he inspires me… 

Michael from sky rope… the words paint masterpieces… never have I seen such beauty… amazing works of art… he is an inspiration

Mossy… his soul and questions are powerful… I love his words… he is an inspiration

Now I have only recently met Amber… all I have to say is her energy and intentions are pure… her words are true and from her purpose I find inspiration and light…

Another recent acquaintance is Michael… his words are fresh and alive… His poetry weaves emotions and his purpose is with the purest of intentions… he is an inspiration

Now to Grace… I can not thank her enough… she has inspired me simply by being… her words always carry a deeper and greater meaning… she is an inspiration

And now I  call on the inspiration of my Soul’s friends… for they know who they are…

Sanity has inspired me with her words… her humor and her intentions… she spreads light wherever she travels… I only wish to shine as brightly as she shines… she inspires me

Glaize such a wise soul… so young and yet so old… her life will shine bright and she will change the world… truly amazing… and she inspires me

CordieB… the energy she radiates could light the world… we should look into that! Her words and riddles will leave you in awe… I can only wish for an ounce of her insight… she inspires me

Gypsy… My old friend… her words bring me to a place of peace…I thank her for the connection… she inspires me…

Zen, Sorrow, Kalliope, Surface Earth… Beautiful and Talented by their own right… 

Kalliope… amazing art… she is know to have a musecatcher… I say she is the muse… Inspiring!

Sorrow… Her energy is strong and pure… amazing! Inspiring!

Zenuria… Beautiful and deep intentions, stronger than she knows… Inspiring!

Surface Earth… Powerful thoughts… with deep insight of life… she inspires me

 

This began as a thank you to Sanity and Glaize… I can not simply state how humbled I am… I can only say this is the reason for my inspiration… all these people weaved together in my life… brilliant people with beautiful things to say… their lives to share… I am blessed… these are the reasons for my inspiration… these are my muses…