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Fate

Was my accident an accident?  Was it life teaching me a lesson?
fate then whispered into my soul and it said "smile" 
As I acknowledge my lesson, and understand the meaning  fate smiled and whispered in my soul and it said "smile"  
And I accepted the whispered words of fate and with a humbleness and openness, my heart became wide for those I met then fate whispered.... "don't be fooled by unconscious intent, it won't be me all the time" 
And I was confused... but fate embraced me and whispered in my soul and it said, "smile" 
And then I knew the answer...  The chaos of the conscious heart lay waste in front of me and I opened my hand to greet it.  I opened my heart to accept it.  I opened my being... knowing I would act accordingly, I would act with kindness...  I would act with compassion, whilst the conscious mind lay waste to my dreams. 
And fate whispered "smile"  And I smiled with an open hand. 



the escape from reality

I witness them, those three...

Awaiting for the vulnerable, those in pain, those who need to escape from reality...

They sit, the dealer, the maker and the one who will deliver further pain if needed.

They sit, waiting for the next transaction...

Their voices are hard... dark... and menacing.

Their eyes are dead... especially from the leader. His eyes full of suspicion.

They live in a world haunted by lost dreams. They live in a the middle of a world filled with sadness and they have armoured themselves from this... for the profit is made from the tears of others.

Guard your emotions, anxieties and obstacles from these three, they have an answer... an answer that will freeze you in time... unable to move through the obstacles that each one of us have... conquer the profiteers of our tears and by heading into the storm... learn to stagger, learn to pick yourself up, stumble, shout and scream, howl to the wind... let the world hear your cry... but through the storm you will still find t…

the innocent and the good

I crumbled under the weight of everyone's pain...
I fell flat and bloodied.
It didn't matter that I lay messed up... their view of life was the important issue...
the life they lived... the life they thought was right... the life without alternatives...
It was right I was battered, for they did not know why what they did... and so I had to show them the horror of their pain.
They dragged me to the hill and nailed me to the cross... propelled up for all to witness! The foulest of deaths.
I forgave them of their selfishness, their unknowing, their blindness! And as the last breath left me... they turned to another... for their suffering was quenched by the blood of the innocent and the good.


Own It!

I'm the batter... and the catcher and the pitcher wink, smile and give the knowing look. Own it! They are going to make it hard. Shortstop is ready... and the basemen know exactly where you will be going... and the world watches you... 
Own it! 

The world will put pressure on you. 
Own yourself.
The world will put demands upon you. 
Own your environment
The world will consume you of your energies 
Own your power. 
The world will want us to endure through the overwhelming feelings it places upon us. It wants us to succeed. It wants us to gather ourselves what it throws at us. The world is in a constant struggle with us. It will knock us off balance... it will send us the curveball... it will send us the cutter, splitter, and the screwball... 
Own it... as the pressures of the world fall upon you, be ready to reorder your life. The priorities in your life. Focus on the pitcher... smile at the pitcher... and as you smack it with the fullness of the bat, and the vibration swells to your f…

the first note of a piano

The pressure of the fingers,
the expression of the soul,
the movement of the shoulder,
the eyes flutter to darkness and the first note of a piano is played...

The music is known...
and the fingers dance along intricately and acrobatically,
the breadth is excited and sweet,
the vibrations resonate with divinity...
as you delve into a language of the universe...

Then the feet create the sound of echoes and stillness...
people stop, stare and listen with their heart,
captivated by the expertise of the musician.

But the heart of humanity lives between the notes of a piano,
the variations of the human voice are varied and complex,
no instrument can touch its immensity...

.......and what was the first note the human voice sang?

Our Child's Voice

It resides in us all...
the heartache of sadness in this unholy act of violence,
why? the word which trembles with anger and revenge,
why? its answer as rotten as the question... the sweetness gone.
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It resides in us all...
remove the rubble that life has created,
walk around the obstacles... we focus at the pain its creates,
the thump in our hearts is ready to explode.
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It resides in us all...
and yet I feel scared to side with the voices of descent,
the voices of the majority are in turmoil, doubt and fear,
the objects of closure, oldness and violence.
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It resides in us all...
that which craves for a longing of fellowship and kindness,
that which craves for play, adventure and daring,
that which bravely steps with hope, faith and love!
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It…

Into the Storm

Before or After I can't remember the specific moment,
all I know is the now... the now which is so fragile.

The storm raged around me with all its savagery,
my broken self was hit and battered by others and I.

I turned to find no one... silhouettes outside the storm,
half turned or back to me?

The joys of life are not held in this turbulent cradle,
chaos swirls, the aurora borealis is manifesting around me.... if only I could really see it!

The wind is on fire,
The snow flickers into droplets of lava,

Before or After I can't remember the moments,
that caused me to change... I remember the heartbreak that caused the change.

And I will weep for a thousand years for the pain I caused.

Here I walk in the maelstrom of my actions...
why does it feel I'm on my hands and knees...
but there is a light... the light of God...
It is not in the storm I find God in,
but in the deep part of my being... I hear the silence

In the storm, with all its blustering sounds,
there is a still voice…