I find myself in the same repetitive cycle. Once again, the feeling of familiarity arises during the battle of hearts. I’m choosing a different path than the many I have previously walked. I can feel wishful thinking wiggling it’s eager way to the forefront of the future. However, to walk this particular path, I must focus on the faintest of steps with no destination in mind. Sort of a let go and let it be motto… I have never understood focusing on the moment until now. It is as if I have broken free. The peace and resonance of self love is solace. I struggle with the yearning to heal those I can see are broken, but now comes the time I must revive my soul. I will always lend the one hand and forever it will be there to help direct humanity to love, but the other hand must console me. I celebrate hope moment by moment and smile knowing it will construct what is meant to be.
“And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Helper, to be with you forever, even the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, for he dwells with you and will be in you.”
Just like that… I’m back,
I’m in the purple of the flame;
The all that’s not to blame.
You might have felt as though, you gave me the fame…
The safe part is behind that plaster you value; you still look lame.
Ha, Ha! If only you could feel it,
The righteousness of my kiss.
It is having a good heart that is bliss;
I’m sorry it’s public. 🤷🏽♀️
I’m sure you’re slightly pissed.
Untuck you’re shirt, you never did that before,
I’m sorry, I bet, slightly, it’s a bore.
I just hope it counts,
Your name sounds good just by the way my lips feel when I say the way it sounds.
The past is a mistake made by both of us, it weighs mounds;
I’m sorry if it is me that you think you found.
I can feel myself ripping at the seams,
Begging to walk about noticeably, frayed.
The truth is devastating.
I do not want to see, but I long for illusion.
After all, the destination remains the same, but only one comes with a smile.
It maybe temporary bliss, but I remain faithful to hope.
As a firefly on a hot summer night, I am a light and dance in the darkness. My soul is consumed in joy and sharpness. While my mind is blending in with the background. Whether I am illuminating the brilliance of a long lost traveler or patiently walking behind the unrighteous, yet here I remain.
Apollo was considered the God of sun, music, light, & Prophecy…
I will learn how to enjoy you,
I will figure out what your about,
I used to long for the quiet, just a moment to check my mood.
Though, I didn’t want to go this route…
I always knew you could.
So I will learn to find my self in this empty space.
Hey, ya know… It’s all good.
It’s certainly time for me to save some face.
Let the tick of the clock keep me focused,
For I can then find myself in the hollow.
God, we will miss those really good moments,
But catch you on the slip side; or at the temple of Apollo.
Just when I think I knew what love was… I wonder how many times I will say that in life. I gave so much of myself to us. I don’t know who I am. I am fearful and in times of fear I seek comfort. You were my comfort. So, now I seek nothing. That is as I feel inside. Nothingness. Life is routine and survival. I learned to love the chaos, the chatter, and annoyance. You tore my walls down and made me bear the truth about myself. Now I am left here standing naked for the world to judge. There was a time you loved me as much as I loved you – That is not something you can fake. If you mistakenly thought this was something you wanted and then later decided it is not, why can’t you leave with peace. Why must you make me suffer? You changed my world. You made me questions myself at who I was and who I wanted to be. But, you can have the decency to remove you’re the pieces of yourself from the home that remains silence. You show yourself to me looking like your falling a part inside. Stand there with your daughter, who I was just responsible for looking out for, once again asking for my help… But you can’t give me closure. Lucky for you, I don’t wish to change the world anymore. I wish to change myself and if you send your wishes then I know it is as hard for you that it is me.
“Pride is the mask of one’s own faults” -Proverb
God I miss ya’ll…
Society’s demands mask the true meaning of life. Is it the successful or the homeless that have the right idea? Spirituality is at it’s highest peak in countries that live from the land. How can generations beyond us see this? If we and our children are living in an electronic world, how will we instill the survival needed when our technological world fails?
Marketing, media, as well as, education are all geared toward the technological expectations of society created by man. The same expectations and demands that destroy the very means of survival we were provided with. There are but few, cultures that embrace the love of Earth itself. Who are we to decide the American Dream of success if more important than existence. Essentially, that is what we are doing. There are times in China when people cannot leave their homes because there is so much pollution in the air. The same air that our trees and children breath. Our selfish desires are met daily while corrupting the future of those that will own the world next.
The ominous aspect is that we don’t realize this. We have been born into a world that success is marked by monetary value. However, being unsuccessful is also rewarded. There is no need for hard work for some or there is lack of time for love for others. What happened to the barter system? The idea of a man trading corn for carrots is long gone. In today’s society we have Garage Sale and sell items on apps for little to nothing, so we don’t feel as if we lost out. Greed and over indulgence are supreme. How can this change when the majority of the masses will never know the concept of honest, hard work and loving one another?
It’s time for us to broaden our horizons. Travel, get the hell out of dodge and do it fast! Of course, survival for must of requires making money, so my advice would be to find an employer that allows you to travel and explore the cultures beyond America. Our way of life blinds us to the beauty of many nations. Share your experience with those around you. Grab the hands of your little one’s and explore the nature, farms, and art. Lead by example: Do it yourself, don’t buy it. Make dinner from scratch. Plant a garden. Make your own soaps. Give gifts from the heart by creating them yourselves. But most of all, make you are kind, loving, and value the earth. We were given all that we need millions of years ago, take care of it and help it flourish, so that we may for us and our children.
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world.”
– Mahatma Gandhi