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My Gratefulness - A Ripple of Transformation - Expanded.

Dedicated to my mentor, Dr. Douglas Graham.

 

In a young girl's heart

there is happiness

and carelessness;

and as I hurled my little body

through the fields of tall grasses

there was timelessness

and freedom.

 

But,

as the days and nights

passed me by,

I began to learn of past and future.

I was taught

to prepare for the future

every moment of my waking hour.

I was taught

that with future

comes a past,

that since others

hold onto my past words and actions,

I should too.

 

As each day and night

continued to pass on by,

I began to learn of pain

and how to attach and identify myself

with that suffering.

The hurt grew stronger

as I witnessed

words of destruction being spewed

from the angry lips of people;

as I witnessed

the crime and actions of those mortals,

who simply needed love,

yet were justified as “bad people”;

as I witnessed

my own mother and father

express violence and hate

to each other

and themselves.

 

As the light of day and darkness of night

continued on,

I began to learn of entrapment and authority.

My animated nature

was condemned by adults and peers alike.

I experienced my soul diminishing

as those in authority

attempted to control my inherent curiosity.

 

And as those days and nights

continued to pass me by,

there was no change

in the substance of my youthful education.

I eventually retained, engrained, and acted upon

the new collective understanding.

The knowledge of society

that I was trying to figure out;

the concepts and beliefs

about the life of others

and the society of humans

that was forced upon

my subconscious mind.

Yet each idea I was unwillingly imbued

grasped no true meaning within

and lacked a sense of righteousness.

 

In a young lady's heart

there grew torment and fear.

And as I started to forget

those timeless days

spent under the sun and blue skies,

disconnection and sorrow developed.

My head began spinning

within the cycle of madness

that encircled my surrounding society.

A fear change

was controlling my life path,

yet the situations and people in my presence

began to transform.

There was a new understanding to be learned

but at the time of my somber confusion,

I was unaware of this fear-infusing change

being for the better.

 

As the suns and moons rose and set,

my breath was being suppressed

beneath the heavy burdens

I was taught to carry.

I began to find temporary refuge

in the ruinous activities

of attempting to find happiness and freedom

in untruthful relationships,

late night destructions,

and seemingly innocent masks.

I was afraid of change;

afraid of a change

that I had no control over.

 

But as the suns and moons

continued to rise and set,

I began to dread and have pity on my life.

I realized I was searching for the light

in my self-created cloud of darkness,

so I started to accept the reality

that ongoing evolution in oneself

as a way of life.

 

So as the sunlight and moonlight

shone their passing luminescence,

thus began the opening

of my eyes

and heart.

I came across a familiar,

but forgotten,

way of life

that stood out to me

for the first time.

My dreams longed

for change in the world,

but I was unable to pinpoint

the areas that needed transformation.

I remembered meeting a man

living a strange kind of life,

and I thought I should meet with him

once more.

 

As the days and nights

walked on by,

I learned with enthusiasm

for the first time.

I grew content with letting go

of the attachment to the past;

letting go

of my fear of change;

letting go of the collective understanding

I couldn't make sense of.

My father introduced this man to me

who opened doors in my brightening life

that I didn't know existed until then.

This man

spoke without contradiction

and focused on who I was

as a living being.

 

And I conceived,

as the days and nights

continued on,

that this man

shared a vision

with the minority of others

and I;

a vision

of recreating the paradise on earth;

a vision

of unity,

well-being,

and peace

among every living creature;

a vision,

I came to realize,

that I can help expand and grow

if I started the change within myself.

 

In a young woman's heart,

there is happiness

and carelessness.

And as I run through

the familiar fields of tall grasses,

there is timelessness

and freedom.

 

Because of two men,

early on in my life,

I have taken on

a different kind of path.

I now seek happiness and love

through my connection with nature

and personal congruencies.

I have liberated myself

from my past life

and have embraced who I am

right now.

And I have forgiven those mortals

who are involved in the collective dictation,

acting upon anger and hate,

because their heads and hearts

are painfully swirling

with the insanity of society.

 

Because of these two men,

these simple human beings

who guided me to the open doors

in my life,

my existence is dedicated

to our powerful

and profound vision;

I am dedicated

to helping those suffering lives,

lost in their clouds of darkness,

to the everlasting light of paradise.

To help them realize

that they don't have to keep living a life

void of such a resplendent reality.

 

Thank you,

for helping find my own light

and allowing the freedom

to radiate that glory

and let it brighten my life

as well as the life of others.

 

We,

as a whole in our minority,

have created a ripple of truth

that will expand to the mass consciousness

and transform every aspect

of life on this planet

to our vision of an absolute

peaceful,

loving,

brilliant,

unified,

thriving,

compassionate,

vibrant,

growing

and everlasting

heaven on earth.

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