Conversations with…

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

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?


This time, this place

What Life did you choose?

Which path was yours to take?

What lessons were yours to learn?

Have you forgiven your mistakes?

 

I drift into my mind… a place I often view more as reality than Life…I drift.

I acknowledge my decisions… I acknowledge and am close to acceptance.

We all have stories,

Each Life blessed and cursed.

Each Life individual yet connected.

Each Spirit more free.

Each Soul more aware.

With each Life…there is always a purpose.

Sometimes it is not present until the end…

sometimes it is not present until generations pass…

Sometimes it is ignored…

and time passes until its purpose is remembered and embraced…

We all have stories and we are the authors…

There came a place where silence ruled
Time passed slow
Light stood still.

In this place we were at home
We were boundless
We were infinite

There came a time in this place…When we had to chose a lesson…One we never faced before…

We had to continue learning
We had to continue to grow

In this time, in this place there came a calling for love…there came a calling for support…there came a calling to be the sacrifice…there came a calling to be more…

In this time and place there came a calling for pain… for empathy… for understanding…

Then in this place, in this time… it was time to leave… the time had come to share what we learned… to share what we know…

One day we will go home. Take with you your story….

Remember this time, this place

You are the author

 

 

“Listen, hear and wait. you will see” enreal

Open your eyes

The voice came suddenly. As clear as the sound of water trickling and echoing through the cavern. Yet the cavern was me, my hollowed self, my shell. There came a series of vibrations and then there. There I was. Alone in my cavern, my hollowed self… my shell.

“The questions and requests, the magnitude of self pity and knowledge, the selfishness and always yearning for more. More. Why is it always more… and never enough.”

And there it was. The truth within the avalanche of words…

And there it was. The straw. Laid gently on the fragile pile. The whole of the silence shattered.

“what is it you want for me? what is it you need?”

“close your eyes so you can see,”

“i have only one way of making you understand, close your eyes and come with me”

The illumination was instant, my closed eyes faded… I was free. I turned to see my companion, the truth, the reality.

It was a sad dull light. I knew it was tired, yet it was still bright. This was me. I fell to my knees.

“there is only so much I can do for you, only so much I can give.”

“I can only wonder if this is a mistake, to show you yourSelf”,

The light burned on dull yet bright.

“I can only hope you see this as it was meant to be”

You have Life

Air

Water

Wind

Light and Dark

“You were given breath, sight, passion and pain… what more can you feel?

You were granted pride, ego, fear and judgement… what more can you overcome?

You were given hunger and thirst in more ways than one… what can be more than to be fulfilled…

Why always more, and yet it is never enough…”

the light shimmered and became more dull. It seemed to settle on a stream of consciousness and waited…

“Why am I not enough, you ask why are you not good enough… can’t you see that you truly are?

Open your eyes

Extraordinary

Are we meant for something extraordinary? I believe each and everyone of us is. Existence is extraordinary. It is a powerful miracle we encounter each and everyday.

We are all connected by Life and in turn every life is important. None is less than or greater than the other. It is a lesson we must all learn at some point in our existence…

We need each other to survive
We need each other to grow
We live in a world that is smaller than ever before

To believe that we don’t make a difference is thinking too large
Look closer

As close as your family
As close as your love

What ever the person or cause
We affect those who we love
Our energies are extreme
Our visions intense
Our impacts huge

Not for fortune
Not for fame
Not for power
Not for money
Not for anything

The effect is truth
We matter
We belong to each other
Accomplish the extraordinary
Be one
And accept responsibility for the One