So what to do?
What to do with what's in my hands?
I see the lines I need to trace
And the one's I need to draw
They'll help me explore
What it's all for...
And is what I do
What I make
Of any worth
Or worthy of any grand fate?
Yes, if in faith, I work
Worth is what I'll create
But if the belief is empty
Then the picture fades
And any meaning, any worth
Will dissipate.
This little blog right here, is simply an exploration of my own human 'design' and a means of trying to express its reason for being! I don't know about you, but I'm curious. Curious about trying, and seeing what happens. Each day is an opportunity to try and align ourselves with our own basic goodness. Every situation, person we meet, is our teacher, our guide to learning and becoming more aware of ourselves. The signposts pointing us toward fulfillment of our reason for being, are all out there. It's simply up to us whether we open our hearts to them. Only we can decide whether or not we try. But life ain't fun if you don't try, so seek, explore, and be eternally curious about the life you've obtained. Be your own adventurer and you will find, there really is 'bien raison d'être' - much reason for being.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The Let Go.
I know I know I know
Life is an endless process
Of letting go
Holding on
And letting go
My hands are an illusion
So why do I bother?
I'm fooled by the things I see
It's a false trip
A sensorship
That hides the truth
Behind these promises
The material realm makes to me
The promise of identity
Always, always
Calling me
If I latch on
Do you catch on?
...Nothing comes for free
Except the feeling
Of what it is to be
And know
The peace that comes with letting go
So let go
The pain of holding on
Will overthrow
Your soul
So loosen your grip
And let's slip
Slide
Into the unknown.
Life is an endless process
Of letting go
Holding on
And letting go
My hands are an illusion
So why do I bother?
I'm fooled by the things I see
It's a false trip
A sensorship
That hides the truth
Behind these promises
The material realm makes to me
The promise of identity
Always, always
Calling me
If I latch on
Do you catch on?
...Nothing comes for free
Except the feeling
Of what it is to be
And know
The peace that comes with letting go
So let go
The pain of holding on
Will overthrow
Your soul
So loosen your grip
And let's slip
Slide
Into the unknown.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
An Idea.
I have an idea
It fills me with fear
But I know it's right
Because I saw it fall from the sky tonight
What a fright
This sad night
I remembered I was alone
And not you
Not anyone
Can give me a home
Not like the one
I started to build
The day I was born
The one that takes a lifetime to build
Only to be torn
Down at the end
But down the end
Lies a glimpse of the memory
Of a true love
The one that got away
When we started looking
Outside
To mend what felt frayed
Oh but for a glimpse
A lifetime of searching
To find one day
One final day
That the very idea
You most feared
Was seeing your true potential
And having it revealed
And possibly, revered.
It fills me with fear
But I know it's right
Because I saw it fall from the sky tonight
What a fright
This sad night
I remembered I was alone
And not you
Not anyone
Can give me a home
Not like the one
I started to build
The day I was born
The one that takes a lifetime to build
Only to be torn
Down at the end
But down the end
Lies a glimpse of the memory
Of a true love
The one that got away
When we started looking
Outside
To mend what felt frayed
Oh but for a glimpse
A lifetime of searching
To find one day
One final day
That the very idea
You most feared
Was seeing your true potential
And having it revealed
And possibly, revered.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Happiness Is Shared.
If it's not shared
How will you know who really cared?
If it's not shared
How will you learn, how not to be scared?
If it's not shared
Love kept hidden will only be shed
In the tears
Of lovers
Of mothers
Of fathers
Of sisters
Of brothers
Who wish to call alone
Their home.
How will you know who really cared?
If it's not shared
How will you learn, how not to be scared?
If it's not shared
Love kept hidden will only be shed
In the tears
Of lovers
Of mothers
Of fathers
Of sisters
Of brothers
Who wish to call alone
Their home.
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