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It was a different time In this dream of mine, When I looked in my eyes, I didn't find mine, When I looked in a river, Something beyond life, I listened for a sound, And was greeted by Silence. There, A vision of tormented faces, Desperate in their longing for love, Many holding on for dear life Onto a vain ego Always desiring power over others, All the misery, All the suffering Was shown to me in this flash, But there was beauty in all of this, For many began to want To be born again, And it was clear the old Was no longer working anymore, Only exacerbating the soul's emptiness, Into a well of grief that went on to Eternity. I simply sat humbly As an observer, In a place where that was now Foreign to me. Taking in my own Light, I held the power of God Within me Which I knew is within everyone.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
It Was A Different Time
i see a woman in white standing sideways between two pillars, a flute sounds in the distance, the blue skies are a tinge of grey, and i want to hear the words she says, she is incomprehensible as she talks to the wind, i am confused and full of dread. it is like a scene from a 60s surrealist film, an ancient feeling in this moment, the atmosphere is so old, and mysterious by nature. i ought not to be captivated so much by these instances, for where do they take me? nowhere. my heart is full of wonder, wanting to lurch out my chest from curiosity and desire. yet a dove rests on my shoulder kissing my neck gently, he tells me to be calm.
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
Surreal Moment
wading in a river of sadness, i immerse myself in the innocent sound of the crickets. a golden firefly passes and he touches me, a reminder that god is here. and suddenly, all my loneliness disappears, all my sorrow trails off into a valley some-where. i ask the sky a question and a shooting star winks at me.
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
Sound Of Crickets
With water, I forget my thirst, With light, I don’t remember the dark, In joy, I have no memory of loneliness, In hope, I ask, “What is despair?” Then, I recollect them again Like shells from a beach, Until I release them back into the ocean With freedom and a smile.
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
Shells From A Beach
Cynics in their foolishness say, “Life is insignificant,” And I pity them as they Do not know the wonders of this world. When you understand That life is truly a gift, Precious and invaluable, You learn to appreciate all things. I wept taking in the beauties of yesterday And I weep taking in the beauties of today. The sound of the crickets which seem so commonplace, I express thanks to God for, The soup an elderly woman daily shares with me, I understand is not forever, The times I go biking by the shore Are kept in my heart’s memory, The moments spent with my loved ones, Are vague and tender images in my mind. I am overwhelmed with humility to be able to experience, And I cry tears of gratitude and joy.
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
Nothing For Granted