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1月20日 At last, at long, long Last...At Last, at a long, long last, I heard the words of my heart and soul -- throughout my lifetime -- that we (America) will no longer let pass the human beings of this planet who are bound and scattered through islands of poverty, broken by the differing shades of their skin, the pains of empty stomachs, the ignorance of the uneducated, the lost of humanity huddled beside cold morning embers of night fires being stoked to life again (whether that was in some sad, abandoned collectivity of human beings in back alleys, or in the dunes of sand born time; or healing our emotional strains that threaten to wrest our Hearts and Souls from the Truth of our capacity for Compassion, Integrity, Dignity, Dedication, and Devotion to an unyielding Faith -- the incredible History of mankind). We carry the HARSH and FINAL donations of unknown soldiers, field and farm workers struggling to bring together enough sustenance to feed us all, clothe their families in seasons of cold, while protecting their bodies in seasons of heat; for that has been America's stony path (indeed Humanity's). Without the tribulations of our ancestors (who would not be denied) we would have perished long before our flag could bring about the coalition of widespread lands and waters and those who would people them. Somewhere along the way (perhaps in the charged forces in the name of greed/failed honor and broken treaties), we have lost that early forged National Soul. That has been reborn this morning through the presence of our new President, Barack Obama. My lonely sentence of walking and sensing the despair through the deadened eyes of hopelessness growing in the weary eyes of the forgotten, has been met and I am renewed. The barriers that were popping up like wild seeds tossed to the winds have names, places, opportunities to be grasped and changed. We are one species, the human kind and we continue to grow and evolve, risk and hold our peace as we give new ideas and hopes time to grab hold of the radical steps needed to turn us around, to face one another with tolerance, generosity and a willingness to question our own reserves of stored beliefs. That is how we grow in stature and/or fall in defeat. All is possible if we desire this recharged unfoldment through an open, active, and unopposed communication, driven by the need to recognize that humanity's very survival is based upon our dependence on one another. In an old and flawed motion to refuse the way because it calls for us to devise answers that are difficult, unknown and judged at the outset as unworkable; and, the dulling movement of our collective consciousness drags torn and shredded before any breath is allowed to build and flow freely. America IS that shining city on a hill that pulls people from all parts of the world towards its protective and all encompassing Light...the LIGHT of FREEDOM. As we all have heard: Nothing worthy is of ease built or born. However we may function, or move to action, to find our unique passageway to fulfill our Purpose, let us not falter at this greatest of opportunities. We are a "patchwork" alright and that is where our strength and forbearance is derived. A "patchwork" of unrestrained enthusiasm is our step off the worn out mark created by an unwillingness to open our minds to receive, acceptance of differences that oblige each of us to polish that which is unique unto ourself and go with the confidence of this beautifully pearled and expectant Grace that leaves no one out. Until we arrive at that realization, we the people, along with our wonderful Earth home will reside in jeopardy. Quite simply it doesn't require anything more than changing our minds to begin with...although, undoubtedly the most deeply rooted and antagonist of poisonous powers that would overwhelm us, the pulse to oust the old and decaying passions that cling with the treacherous illusion that such a perspective is what we must fear. While the truly liberating connection that waits only upon each of us, reverberating change within leads to the heretofore mostly unimagined abundance;and enough for all who have the courage of what may only faintly play shadows in our wounded and shattered life experiences. Now there stands one among us who had such conviction and to such degree that he could not shut it out, and had to give way to what was nudging not only him, but a world of weariness with failed war after war, personal loss after too well known and generalized losses; and, it took but a slender strand of truth, certainty and clarity of thinking to bring this to pass. But is this not always the WAY? And its birth has not been easy. We have lived our lives with little hope and promise, and even that was being sucked from us*; Looking back brought no tolerable response to the questing for a way out; and fumbling for some brighter vision of a future, we have judged for ourselves and our loved ones, and gave in to relenting what seemed an inevitable daily-dying...a little more each day; and, yet there was something that would not yield to this unbearable ache, but yearned silently, definitively for a foundation on which love and acceptance... would shove that rusting gear within our Spirits to begin where we stood, relinquishing all the reasons for why not, and with a thundering flash of unexpected energy and recharged resolve we have come together at last, to begin Healing. We are ready to maintain that despite the obstacles that we may encounter anywhere, any day, any time, the option of giving up or resorting to yet more violence to bathe our throbbing and unheard cries is NO LONGER EXISTENT. Letting go of the old known ways is not easy, and there will be times when we may confront confusion in our dedication but we now know that what was only a slip of a wish, is tangible, and ready to lead us is a man for whom no other choice was even an option. We now know that IT IS POSSIBLE. With Faith and Perseverance -- the stuff which has fueled Americans to break one barrier after another, has unfurled the sails that will deliver us abundantly. For love of our blessed country and our fellow citizens, indeed our family of a genuinely unique design...we are prepared for what lies ahead as we plunge, fortified and enabled beyond our small mindedness, to the Beauty of a Faith that is continually restored. The Bells are tolling for us now, they awaken us to our inner purpose and love rushes in and will not be denied. "Let it BE" they said, and it was. *The use of "us" or any reference to humanity, is a reference for humanity everywhere. -rumorsofme- 1月14日 luck"Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have, which once you have got it you may be smart enough to see is what you would have wanted had you known." -Garrison Keillor- remembering..."finally found someone!"
Oh, this is it! Someone to share my life with In with me for all and every bit! The quiet strength grows as I sit Knowing another living with their lone puzzlement Feels the stirring in our benediction knit To the sounds and sights of places not well lit Whose generous, blossoming Spirit meant Confining emotions tagged with rent to rent No longer find within our hearts curdled defeat, buried resent. Challenging and challenged, we grow in contentment We gather our Love and devoted Commitment Grown away from the old and gone, our eyes meet in Ascent, Sweetened air drugged all despair, as from below and unbent We converged...risen to fulfill our Covenant .
~freedomschild~ 1月13日 soft Soul remembersIf you're not making mistakes, then you aren't making anything at all. just thinking.... ...catching heartsWhatever catches your Heart To graze high where the Eagles fly.
What is sweeter than to lie
within relaxed
muscles release all memories past , ..or caress the hand that is sore to feel the line of curves from breasts to waist and hips.
To relent and allow this known No longer the brutal struggle or search for some known control,
where even a chiseled stone betrays and never BE alone. ~yearnings~ "The saddest words of tongue or pen are these four words, What might have been." - Walt Whitman -
1月12日 changesMy shoulder ached from listening (all the while no one listened to me) I reckoned back to better times When friends really were friends Upon whom I could always and ever depend. The world seemed far away now Only the music found a way into my alienation and desperate attempt to balance the changes that confine us all to age. I can't believe I had been so stupid -- for it was all upon me and my false Ideal of the storyline I was to fill Did I hear my name? Of the good and bad, were they not the same? who or what was I to trust? A rush of winds filled my ears; as silent as compelling tears, and I reached the opening from where I had begun standing bronzed in the Sun, with a new allegiance for my deep Soul and Unfolding Heart -- slowing perhaps but never too old. I would at last stand for me. Restlessness was always at my side It is in this gulf I would abide. ~ayearning~ 1月2日 oceans of mewith living waters breathing, LIFE awakens in mystery. a swirl in the depths i see Beauty is alive with the Imagined free. at once birthed in fire to a LIFE envisioned and infused with DESIRE... ever haunted ceaselessly body and soul become casualties relentless drivers through mist and foam there's no relief from the deep alone. back to the calm and churning sea i drift in aimless uncertainty... searching for the memory of who i was to be. ~rumorsofme~ |
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