Everyone believes in a god
It's the very thing that makes you nod.
Whether you believe so or not
It's the very thing that cannot be tied with a knot.
Some claim it is a he
While others rest at ease with a she
Looking for something in the great beyond
Is a telling sign have far you've gone.
Many look deep within themselves
As they find a truth that fits them well.
One cannot seek to find in a certain frame of mind
Of a thing that wanders and wonders in and out of time.
Heard it from somewhere.
"It's that they think and believe they are an ideology is what causes more problems and less solutions. That many transcribe to certain expectations that are non-existant.
There are only two sides, yes, love or hate. But a variety of different trails or roads that lead to either one.
Which ones are they feeling? Which ones do they truly desire? Which one do I truly desire?
It is rumored that love will win after all. But after all of what?
When a boiling pot of water is ready to spill over, we turn down the heat and give something more to the water, then the water dries up only because it gave and exhausted itself in the first place to another. It is the reason that they have given power to the physical world and have failed to see what physical eyes cannot see. That there physical eyes were meant for understanding not judging. For inspiring not conspiring.
It is the reason our youth have grown up as orphans to a machine of expectations and lies that distrust has become a way of life.
What are they or we to do? What do we want? It is the reason we don't know what we want because we believed we have everything there is to want and cannot get enough.
Love is always enough."
I often believe we are spiritual beings of consciousness experiencing this mortal dreamland. Cheers to all of you I've acquainted with, be-friended, chatted with and/or argued with :)
The other day when I was talking with my daughter, I just had the urge to say "Thanks for being here." I've thought about that phrase more and more. Maybe if we start saying that more and more to people we become more grounded in our intentions about what we do.
Try saying it to some passing stranger... your family member, a server you don't even know but is bringing you your food... your... eh hmm... boss even :)
I know someone out there needs to hear it, with the rise of depression and loneliness that all too often and horribly have led to many suicides.
I'm not looking for a thread of discussion about who's right or who's wrong, just simply a thread of:
The constant moment that seems to never end and to wish it never does.
In love's most pure desire, it is the rock that you are that holds me together. Yet, you are the rock that can dash me to pieces.
A woman can be the calm before and after the storm and the absolute devastating hurricane.
The water that quenches my thirst and the gushing waters that drowns me.
You are the breath I can share in oneness, completeness and you are the choke hold that sends me to despair.
What is this?
I don't know what to make of you most of the time yet, I want to make the most of my time with you.
I am a stranger constantly stuck in the shifting of the time of technology.
Birds do not have to sing for all to hear to make beautiful songs.
If a constant state of living is to be striving for why the need to share our thoughts so compeletly with others?
Why must our emotions be so completely tied with technology? Are we making our deal with the devil by doing so?
To the ever evading, elusive constant moment: May we all find that life to be lived, so that love can swallow the fear that resides in each of us. Once that fear is taken away, it seems that our human minds need to create our own fears to live. We cannot afford to live in fear or we will fear to live and to live is the ultimate path to love.
May our most purest desires be known from within.
To really know ourselves cannot come from vindication of another. For another cannot find that vindication from you for them.
What has this desolate place become in which we wander know through past dreams and desires in this wretched place of fear and condemning?
Love is a slippery slope and maybe that is the point of it all. Are we ever meant to truly have it?
Is all that we see around us and seem to know the reality of someone's past dream or future thought?
Is our ability to choose based on a thought we dreamed long ago?
What is the meaning of thoughts if we cannot really choose for ourselves. What is that small voice within that leads us to make certain decisions? Are we our own slave masters?
Expectations die when we make a choice. So make better choices than believe in faulty expectations.
To love is to live forever. To fear is to die.
It is possible that what is going on is NOT about Socialism.
It is possible that what is going on is NOT about Staying inside.
It is possible that what is going on is NOT about Corona Virus.
It is possible that what is going on is NOT about destroying an economy.
It is possible that what is going is a deep rooted system that is corrupt and it going through an upheaval process.
CaN YOu IMAGINE?
That everything we have ever been taught to accept, think or believe is going through a massive uprooting process?
We see it. All around us. Friends are becoming enemies. Enemies are being friends. Masses are joining together in the confusion that surrounds them through unity, love and hope. Lies are being brought light and the "light" and glamour are being forced into the shadows and darkness.
It is all quite possible everyone, that the things you thought you hate are actually working for you and the things you thought you love are actually working against you.
It is all quite possible my friends. It is all just quite possible.