Feb 27, 2012

Mystical Winds Of Change



The mystical winds

are blowing,

there are changes

in the air.

Some can hear

their whispers calling,

filling minds with

truth and fear.

We are now

on a journey,

into the

mystic realms,

where truth is

waiting patiently,

to wake us from

our foggy spell.

The fear of

not knowing

what lies around

the bend,

can test our

faith and courage,

but can bring about

 our very best.

The evil ones are

always out there,

hiding in these

foggy realms.

Whispering their lies

of greed and hatred,

filling hearts

with mortal fear.

The mystical winds

of change

are all knowing,

and every journey

is a test.

Waking up to

the truth of this,

will lead us

down our path.

We can then walk

amongst the sacred,

knowing that

we are all

One inside at last.


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Feb 15, 2012

Day By Day



Day by night, night to day,

going through the motions,

literally bored to death,

day by day by day.

Sleep and wake, work and play,

thrill seeking, joking, singing,

anything to relieve monotony,

inherent in the moments.

It is beyond boredom,

a feeling of plasticity,

of not really belonging,

never going home.

Triviality, nonsense, business,

to busy oneself

out of the boredom

that survival can become.

Acquiescence, growing older,

settling in habitual hauntings.

Casual acceptance of lies

told to oneself.

Lies of belief and dreams.

Open your eyes, look around.

I see, desperation, poverty,

wanton spite thrives,

miserably, anxiously,

pride, lust, mostly fear.

Fear in every glance,

and boredom overwhelming

the entire scene....


Still your mind from

these anxious dreams,

take a deep breath

of life giving air,

for it soothes and heals us.

Always remember Mother Earth,

life giving matron,

smiles her love upon us.

When the dawn arrives,

it makes us free, unfettered.

Ah, the blessed morn,

awakening the prisms,

rekindling their rainbows,

and lilting mankind

to action flame.

Father sun, he makes

love to our Mother

the Earth, recreating life.

Blessed be their union,

they dance, and so too

we love the day, our home,

for oh so many centuries.

Nite, the final frontier of man,

he beckons, he calls us

to dream and dream again.

So share his peace,

so revel in shadow.

Do not fear these anxious dreams,

for the nite, your brother,

loves you.

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