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6月28日

what kind of runner are you?




LIFE is for many a race.  If you think that could be applied to the way you perceive LIFE, I wonder if you have the mind, the focus, the dedication it takes for any type you may think you are.  In fact, I think we all are chasing after something.  However, I would  have to say of my own life that I've lived the life of a "sprinter" while in truth I am of the "long distance" brand; and, that does not bode well.

To pull out the real strength, patience, clear eyed vision of the long distance runner requires a whole different training regime, than that of the sprinter; and, all of it significantly cased.  When you find yourself sputtering like a car out of gas, ask yourself what is needed to make it to your destination.  We all have at our core, a seed that will one day bloom -- some blooms happen only once in every hundred years.  There's a plethora of other seeds, plants that open their secrets soon after planting, not needing the care of a fragile orchid, the time consuming continual checking to see that all is well within its confines.   Changing the care on either will bring about the failure of the plant to become what was intended from that well planted seed. 

Know yourself, know what YOU are and what you need and want from this life to run your race to the perfected winning stage expected when your seed was planted.  Knowing when you've gone too far or not far enough is imperative and this is done by viewing the differing vital forces as they reach each plateau, shed that stage and go on to the next.   Of all the opportunities you have in life, the one most capable of creating a successful, healthy, prosperous, happy  you is the one you are looking for all along the way.  Sad, so sad to come to the end of that seed's journey  never knowing the beauty,  remarkable, vivid range that it has come through to BE as it was meant to be.  The unnecessary waste of a one of a kind blooming.  The Journey -- your Journey -- will one day also come, perhaps suddenly, unexpectedly, or perhaps your body will not want to let go and begin another Journey (none of us knows where that will be found or where it will take us); and, knowing that, begin by knowing who you are and not letting anyone or anything stand in  your  way to reach the vital promise that was hidden until (according to its nature)  the break from ordinary tore away the shell protecting the truly indescribable beauty, scent or bulb, leaf or tree of all that was meant to be.

 Do not let yourself be misled because you were confused and conflicted as to who or what you have to give in this LIFE.   Who are you?  The long distance runner or the sprinter?  Both are magnificent and win many accolades.  The long distance runner has to wait and watch the glory showered on the sprinter, the prizes, the compliments; and, know that year after year, as long as is necessary, this runner will do the necessary -- deny themselves, raise their energies slowly and hold back the desire to go all out and boast...they may not have won the deeply desired, but be lonely satisfied with their second place status--all through their lives.  There is a life to be lived, fulfilled and precious as you wait at the gate --- like that thoroughbred horse.   That horse knows what it is here to do and they will even give their life -- if necessary -- in the forging of its fate:  Born to Win.   That is the horse I always ride.

~rumorsofme~



6月27日

Feeling the Living



"The LIFE I live is the life I FEEL."



"I am a person of feeling and now, instead of pushing back and trying to seal myself  away  from  wherever
my Journey played, I  have surrendered to the unseen graces -- all defenses and confining traces -- I give up
the disguised faces and join with the  wealth of loving and  being loved.  I affirm the intense infusing Light and
the warmth that can keep us balanced, serene and free.  Such is the sweetness we all deserve, need and soon all darkness
is overcome and we are left drifting easily with the moon and the stars, or turning more to the Sunny side --- with increasing release...all anxious commodities set for the deep."


                                                                                                  ~rumorsofme~




thoughts found along the Way...

..thoughts I found along the way...



"To die is an awfully big adventure."

"All men die, not all men live."


"All our tomorrows are strung like pearls around the multitude Suns we are moving around.
We wonder and regret, struggle forward, then lie in neglect of the present possibilities
forever waiting to be found."

"Are we afraid to find what pulls us onward?
Fearsome disappointment drives the blade deep.
Is it the rejection of the many, or the coarse reflection
of the ONE upon whom rests the totality we have
been taught to believe
Will rescue us from our boring, glib, senseless emptiness?
That in truth there is no magic, no miracles and
Not nearly enough broken Souls
That thread their way everyday,
Awakening us to all the muddled questions
Of how high we can go, is there any difference below?

We come and go and never look inside
For the answers frighteningly foretold.

And why would a loving parent scare a child
With visions of witches and vampires
Man made garish metals shine,
And we are put to wonder, is it Art,
or a hard day's labor soldering beams
(that will never be seen)?

A simple label scratched on the back
of a check, or notepad is
Found some long and uncaring
Out of time, out of place, out of wondering
How we came to be, will Thus always be our
Stamped upon, mind numbing faring.

Having reached our passing destination,
We rise to stone eyes and Botoxed facials ;
and find we may yet wonder what lies
beneath sensuous lips that never feel
The desire to let go all things rational
And be swept far and away on a sea
Laying in wait for the rebirth
Of the continuity of our Faith,
Hope and Love.

Never relent to the small treacheries of
little hours, that only have the power
We possess to give them  access
To our Imagination, the Visions that trip over the stars,
The vital element we strive to cut out, or go around
That is the spark that needs to be believed.

Therein are we, in this moment...
Remembering some distant past melody
To which we may unfurl the sails,
and know the freedom that is only
waiting upon us to define...
What is our time?  Why do we ask others
for permission that our Spirit seeks?
Make your Way as you must,
Just be mindful that the Life you live
Will touch memories of you, in distances long ago bent.
Frozen out, stirred by winds and animals;
And your Grace to walk out.

Scary yes, only
limb on a tree, where the sweetest fruit
abide on a flicker of a limb  ---  I
know the me that lives within and
I constantly urge the Self on higher --
Beyond the shelter of the known
(even though that known is shredding your
Spiritedness apart).

Engage another in an act of generosity,
an unmeasured tenure of calm,
contentment, ever  intended to secure
the hands older now and a little shaky...still
feel and carry that spark of Eternity
as it did when we first met.

More than anything I wish humankind to
Rise above the petty tagged Brands,
Flush with multiple houses and cars,
Swimming pools, when one is not on
the coast of one side or the other.

And lighter laughter carries the load
Of some day, and soon is gone away
To melt with the night swinging a sad song
On another crooked, too tightly pressed road.

Perhaps we are not capable of being happy?
I've searched for many years of a short life.
To find some other one I can lay my lost search
Upon...but then, how will they know what
It is that will shake the Milky Way,
leaving cream and chocolate spilling over
There's not near enough time for me to instruct.

I am relying on the depth of my commitment,
the toll of my penance to be paid
as we walk outside and breathe in the
Sweet air, scented with gardenias and honeysuckle bushes...
Why!  they've always been there!

Where, oh where,  was I ?
Let the joint burn up the edgy, ugly
Dreams of those other lives.
Let me linger with my guitar man,
Whose lips (when they are not hot on mine)
Singing stories of gentle lives who hoped
and tried to reveal each one to themselves,
The ultimate Nature of us all.
Saddened glory waits to write many stories.

Can we not just hold onto one another,
Smudge the smoke ridden eyes
merging with wet eyes?

A warming fire begins to lay itself
Upon our imagined High;
Not quite ready to cash out --
Perhaps there is yet one more dance
Across this barn floor; and
perhaps when my eyes slowly lift themselves up
There will be a stranger all familiar with
my little dreamy time songs............maybe...
no more than maybe, baby....


~rumorsofme~