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11月24日 lightin whatever time remains for me
for
paths unknown, winding
to
the eternal sea
more yeses, less no's
more music consoling winds
to fully trust
all the love i live in.
in whatever time remains for me
for
kindness passing energies
sweetened gentle, calm and free,
there rolls around
a soft, warm cuddlly
Memory.
thinking of how it all goes
in a blink, I
wanted those whose loving
ways have kept me fed,
to know they are missed.
instead,
as I turn to bed...
alone, unkissed --
through trails of sadness
the ache of emptied bliss
confuse and leave
what definition of friend
may yet comfort me.
what was or tried to be
lives on in some distant thread
woven in the imagery ,
of such are our dreams fed.
For what was not
may yet be
trailing a long beautiful legacy
of youth and love and connections spawned
through a wealth of impassioned light
we do live on.
~ayearning~
11月14日 all the lonely people, where did they all come from?"
11月8日 an earthling asksMy staying longer has made no one better than they would have been without my presence -- perhaps better off without me. The mind pitches and rolls and clamors our ears with the too much sublime. An earthling we are. We're not here for very long, soon my own time will be gone. And when I look at the millions of years just to get us where we are (still playing at wars - speaks all for itself; nothing has ever been made better off, more well fed or educated). One generation or two and the lessons learned from past wars carry home fish from the day's catch. I don't know. Is somebody trying to BE right? Think they have all the answers for their turn at playing "soldiers"? If toy manufacturers would stop making all the military games, the video filled with violence and gore.. No one has been able to draw the eyes and hearts to higher perches, where Eagles nest and we're far too high to be pulled into skirmishes of any kind. If you live long enough you will see every dream shattered, every personal relationship that deeply mattered, ground under your path. I have been seeking all my life, heavily endowed with a wide angle mind lens, I see Earth and her brood, stymied by directions that require decisions -- which not everyone will agree is the RIGHT one. We, America, are our own worst enemy. How we got this Divine throne in just a few hundred years is overwhelming in retrospect. Leave others to find their own way. Isn't that what we did when our ancestors came here -- crooks, thieves, robbers and worse, came sailing in their ships -- staggering still to imagine such a crossing. After meeting Need, we were enthralled with Mr. Greed. With him it is never enough, no goodness purely found. Our ship has run aground by our consumption of wares, clothing, more houses than one person or a couple can ever begin to live in. The point is we stuff ourselves with unsavory (even disgusting) mounds of food that leave us, our health, in peril. But there's no time to stop and recall just want was our strategy? How many will pass on and die before they ever found out any WHY. We have nothing but this moment we are breathing in. I am an observer of human nature and the lessons of history. It all looks too familiar.....like we've been here before and didn't get it then, so WHEN? There are always excuses abounding and scuttling our overburdened mind. What is left? How much is left behind; precious memories we'll never again find. ~rumors~ a personal ventingIt hurts (doesn't it) when you realize that someone you thought you could always count on (no matter what, especially if you were dying) is and never will be there for you...not for all the lifetime you thought you'd share. Certainly it is bitter a drink as hemlock and it carries all the potent disastrous results. Abandonment. Aloneness. The man who went on that rampage at F. Hood was said to have asked someone at the mosque where he worshiped, to help him find a wife. It's cold out there when no one is there -- if only to hear you, hold you, become a part of you and your living of your life. America has to stretch to a higher Vision. We can no longer be all for all. No one holds that ability more sacred than I; however, we must bring all those human beings, etched like ants on such desolate terrain, we must bring them home. We must set our own house in order. President Obama, I hope you are hearing the cries to set this ship aright, bring the USA back to the finest nation on the planet. We can no longer run interference for so many small countries who desperately need food, etc. IF we do anything, it must be on that contingent: To provide food, basic essentials of living, medical care (we can't even get ours right yet!) What more must happen, how many more innocents will be forfeited for this game of WAR WARS exist because human beings like to "play". (primarily the male element) If the manufacturers of toys for children would stop making WAR toys, games, VIDEO games where the most points come from having KILLED some other assessed bad guy. Unless and until MONEY is taken off the throne for those who worship it, we have no chance. No one has to be poor. Just funnel the creative minds and channel the ideals and ideas for such consumers that bring them to a new vision. IT IS ALL ABOUT THE VISION. Egos, as ever, rule the lives of billions. How do you all sleep at night knowing that somewhere a child is dying from starvation, wounded soldiers giving their all are bleeding out...out of their bodies, out of hope, out of patience, out of seeing a way home. My insides grieve for those who have lost and for those yet to be lost. We were Promised CHANGE, Mr. President. I voted for you and continue to be as strong as ever your ally. If there were something I could do to alleviate the burden you bear in all this I would, gladly. YOU are my hope because your Dream is my dream. One that goes back eons, past any known written History, humankind has found ways and means to making killing one another easier, faster. How can a human being have all the values instilled inside them from their youth, just drop them and hop a plane and begin to kill; return, whole or injured, and automatically be that same human being? I said when you were elected that I believed we were turning a GREAT PAGE IN THE HISTORY OF HUMANKIND. And because it is so big, it would take all our efforts to turn, to change the motion, the momentum that we have threaded our lives upon. As a parent and a grandparent I am sick with the thought of leaving my dearest loved ones a governing body that is rotten deep in its core. I wish President Obama could have more than two terms. He has tremendous powers of definitions that seek to sway and relay the CHANGE we need. Everybody wants things to be different, but only so long as nothing has to change. No, that's too hard. 10月29日 Ah, John Muir...
...in the middle...Another illusion converted to a summation of contusions born of confusions; and I stretched my legs and kicked. "What now?" I asked. "Oh, coming soon now!" came an Arabic response. It always somewhat amazed me that I was so good at linguistics. I knew right away what had been said. "Yes, but I feel comfortable here. Don't want to go anywhere else yet!" And I turned my shoulder and pressed the mat. "Yes, but soon you not comfortable here. You supposed to know how that go. Your color tells me your dream." "Damn!" "I've changed my mind. Not enough time for rest!" I professed. "Ah, you be ok. Just another stop. The driver is alone up there. Need some help. You know. Not be time too long ," he began to whisper. " Are you whispering?" I asked. "shhhhhhhh...is time again...." -rumorsofme- all of all...I want to see the color I've not yet seen...not even in a dream have I seen such showers gleam. I want to feel the happiness that leaves me glowing highly, as the Heavens invite me. I want to hear the song reminding me I still remember when everything was the first time; and the bells never ceased to chime. I want to taste the freedom on my skin, unrestrained, unlived, as clean as the first cold snap of Autumn colored in yellow mums. I want to reach and touch my, "ah ha!" at last...the thrill of your lips capturing my breath...will such a love come to me again; and I wonder... Like you, I am human and want the rush of anticipation straining the reigns of my wholeness unmeasured and longing - not for what was -- but for what has never been before. I want all the inspiration, divination and transfiguration that cannot be written or known but by me alone. There will be the happiness, the Joy and Peace -- I've so endured such lack -- that I will be too mesmerized to even think of looking back. ~ayearning~ 10月27日 who/what/where/when....
10月21日 rumors runningHas fear ever gripped your smart, ignited your passions, swirled unknown yet desperately defiant in all your alone? If this experience is to you known, perhaps you'll find forgiveness for my awkward being, twisting on a wire, starkley open to the windfilled fires Pushing and dragging a small catch in thought, a hoped for nestling inside the mystery splitting your heart Whispers of old tales loving are now laid to rest
New Life is so uniquely ,
Given to those possessed
to know such completeness
At its ultimate best
Rumors will live and love,
to be loved and live again
Time beyond time
Lets Spirits such as mine
Pass from birth to death
And back to back again.
~rumorsofme~
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