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A large square room. Total emptiness.
Black walls; black floor; black ceiling.
The room is bright, but no light source is to be seen, as if the air itself is glowing.
I cannot see where one wall starts and the other ends, where the floor or the ceiling end.
And a white cross in the middle. I approach it, and stands at its center.
A window opens in the ceiling, straight over my head.
It's a small window
Enough to show me the grayness of the clouds.
Never before did I notice the full rainbow of grays that blend into... (more)
They say there’s a seed buried eastward
Beneath the hills,
Hidden under dirt and snow
Dark, the seed that shall not grow
Truth written in the DNA
Of the thing that may decay
Will this seed bear fruit or weed?
Westward eyes prey to find
Answers frozen in a season of reason
One cannot retrieve
Without the seed of the East
On the river’s shore
The ebb and flow
Through the days and night
Might offer this frosted seed life
Dark seed breathes
In heart... (more)
Sometimes, my spirit yearns for freedom,
to become whole,
it craves solitude and light,
yearning to breathe free,
the moment still.
I feel the pull of forces taking me back in time,
into a never-lived eternity…
soaring like a bird above the clouds,
harking through the spaces between the worlds
I search for the Things That Are…
Sometimes my soul walks deeply into the forest alone
dappled light barely penetrating the leaves of the tree,
I see visions of angels in the mist
and hear the sound of music from... (more)
At anytime, there is a correction
to start over, without exception
unconfined by election
no holds barred, no friction
no need for deep inspection
release yourself to a new direction
no chains surround, nowhere to check in
one more time, an election
to start over, takes only selection
first written in: opinionsofeye.com(more)
“Love does not last forever, then?" "He asked me the same thing this morning," she said. "No, it does not - not love that has been betrayed. One realizes that one has loved a mirage, someone who never really existed. Not that love dies immediately or soon, even then. But it does die and cannot be revived.” ~ Mary Balogh, Simply Perfect
I am surprised at myself. Being a spiritually enlightened man, well acquainted with my own faults, and well exercised at forgiving a mountain of offenses against me, have found myself at an insurmountable barrier. I have bitterness at a betrayal, no not... (more)
Consider a stone, lying on the ground, in plain sight, so many around. Some have kicked, and others thrown. But not a soul wants to own. A cutter came with his skill, and gathered it from the hill. Sharp blows came swift, followed by hard thought Chipping at the skin, all the stone was wrought. At last being done, held for all to see a brilliant diamond, from the likes of me...
The blows that I wrote about cause great pain, however, this pain is working for a deeper goal than present satisfaction. I can assure you that future successes can only be gained by present... (more)
I'm in love with a mysteryAll tied up in his own historyA puzzle left unsolvedYet I'm so heavily involved
Magical in your very existenceYou weaken my resistanceTake me to a higher levelFree my soul from all this evil
You are truly amazingYou make my heart singBut what is very confusingIs that you're unsure of anything
Be my muse, my inspirationBe my flame and feed my passion(more)
I want fire in my eyes and thunder in my steps.
I want to rise every morning with hope in each breath.
Fire of compassion, thunder of faith.
No sigh of compromise, just strength to create.
First written: Opinionsofeye.com(more)
I gave you my desire, I gave you my fire, I gave you my touch I loved you so much I gave you my labor I gave you my anchor I gave you my shield I loved you to yield I gave you my years I gave you my tears I gave you understanding I loved you unending I gave you my nights I gave you my rights I gave you my soul I loved you to be whole I gave, you took I gave, you turned I gave, you went I gave, I miss me....
First written in: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2011/01/i-miss-me.html(more)
Borne upon the Aquahung Siwanoy hunt for sport and game Token embers of fires past Seasons gone forsaken voice Of mindful nights’ soft whisper Heavy drops of Rananchqua tears
Siwanoy of the native land Bidding to its bleakest hour Hear the call of currents course Summoning bode of Lenape doom Nocturnal seasons, passing bloom
Keskeskeck of firstborn tongue Forged among Times changing force Beckons taut from gain or form Of foreign steps upon its source Hailing reign, deceptive shimmer Forgotten waters of Bronck’s river.(more)