Truth

Dazed in the wilderness of my mind...

Ranting thoughts of peace and desire....

Desire of universal gifts...

Desire of goodness for others.

A continuing quest to understand and react and respond, all with the mere elements that make up truth and understanding, love and acceptance, ...

Even amongst those we are conditioned to think hurt us the most.

It is a wild place within....

It takes taming, and passion...

Control and roaming ability.

To wander off from thought, to a place that only the depths of the soul will take you, ...

To rediscover where you're from...

Whom you really are....

and where you really, truly want to go...

And getting there...

More than hoping that you will arrive...

Knowing you are simply awaiting your destination. 

The in between can be confusing...

It has to be welcomed, ...

And in time, the travel will be enticing.

It's remembering to have the ability to maintain thought...

Holding it to truth...

Surrendering and appreciating.

In the now and in the end, Love will prevail.

All of the great masters had it right....

Act out of love, and truth will be seen!

The shift has been occurring, ...

and with it's orgasmic explosion, ...

Soul's inhabited within a shells frame are slowly understanding.

The world is seeing beauty once more, in and around...

Within and without.

I am one....

Beauty in hurt, ...

Beauty in despair, ...

Beauty in pain...

Beauty in letting be.

Comforted by the knowledge of what is... and what is to be.

I trust.

 

(6~20~10)

On Your Way

How can one consistently put faith and trust in he who betrays her. 

Lie after lie....

Yet, somewhere deeply woven within is a thread of truth, ...

Just begging to be recognized.

A vessel put forth as strength for one weak.

One who forgot, ..

Remembered long enough to selflessly show the way to the door, but then in soon due time forgot himself.

Is this the gives and takes of living in shell form, ...

Why does it seem the soul takes so long to remember the contracts...

The agreements,

The bonds, ...,

The life lessons agreed to partake in.

The pain is thirst and quenched and in the same breath, damned for experience.

To desire to walk side by side on a given path, only to be forcefully pushed off, and laughed upon.

Reaching out, extended hand...

It is a trick, ...

A trick for what earth calls the vulnerable.

A trick for the weak...

But ahhhh....

Weak it is not.

Weak I am not.

It is divine love, forgiveness... and insight.

Qualities that are being given unconditionally....

Though being pushed away blindly by the one that needs it most.

Wings are earned....

Deeds done...

No one can make another see.

With or without blinders on.

Guided bliss is only beneficial for as long as one creates it as so....

Then they are on their way.

You are now on your way!

(6~7~10)

Simply & Beautifully So

I am here, once again, in the depths of my knowing, ...

In the depths of my truths, and in the depths of my solitude.

Where the levels and altitudes of perception take me to wandering elevations.

The mind and heart know....

The shell stands once more in confusion and shock...

Holding on to what sense lingers in threaded familiarity.

It is a strange, foreign land, this in between, ...

Yet a mapping out of what is, could never be clearer.

The directions to the "now" hold no bearing on past events, ...

Simply guiding... leading to where is.

Where is... one has to take it at face value, ... 

Appreciating all the beauty that exists within...

The joy, the pain.

One could never remember to expect this...

But alas it comes, unexpectedly, and is embraced.

It just is....

Simply and beautifully so.

(6~11~10)

My Note

You know ... it's quite the funny thing.

I realize with each and everyday that passes,

Just how much we are given that of which we really need to, to enable us to  "test" ourselves and see which "tools" we pull out to use.

Desire, I am finding, is very much an equivalent to the feeling of what I title a "need" in this one particular circumstance in my life right now.

It proves to find me in the same boat with angst and willful anxiousness that I tend to have when I sit and wait for something that I really have not an ounce of control over, but want in a really bad way. It's been a "habit" of mine, which sometimes is really really good, for it fuels me with the drive to obtain those things in life, with which I truly aspire to gain and have or to be accomplished. But once again, I find myself, hook in mouth, awaiting something I can not make happen. No amount of will, desire, or drive can make someone else take action on what you could hope for them to.

 

A shift.... a Godly sent incident, that not by fate, not by chance... but by intent was happened at the same moments.

Yet, for some reason, I feel like a martyr ridden shell, feeling disappointed and bummed that for what I am so excited for, is not given.

With that said, I smile, against my will, and have to laugh out loud at the lessons I am constantly being taught through my having certain spirits associated with mine in this lifetime.

 

Much love, peace, and truth always.

(5~30~10)

 

 

Once More

 In my spirits mind, I sense them surrounding us.

Around the trees, in the branches and in the leaves.

The twigs, and long, thick stocks are vessels for memories and energy of spirits once planting barefoot grasps on pebble soil.

The scent in the air, each breeze carrying an individual memory created, birthed, brought forth to this land.

We are one...

We are entwined.

A force of delight in celebrating and sharing common ground...

Unifying spirit with shell once more.

(6~5~10) 

Bewildered

Bewildered, ...

Amused....

Gasping for air at disbelief of the "seeing" leading the "blind."

How difficult it is to sit and watch.

Helpless sensation.... but beyond my control of show.

When will they open their eyes to see that the roles have been reversed.

In truth, it is the blind leading the seeing....

For in truth, it is they that can see....

And in this, they are knowing.

Disguised and at bay, prowling for the hungry at heart.

Hell does not physically exist in the there after....

But for it is here that one makes it their living hell and grasps and gropes to entangle others into their tangled woven web. They think they are indestructible... invincible.

Time allows them to forget that they are but with purpose...

So, they go along, ...

Lonely, ...

Looking....

Searching...

Aching for a substitute for that which already exists within themselves.

Probing and standing behind their plexiglass shields...

Just waiting for the next "blind" being...

Who in truth, is the only one that can "see."

(6~5~10)