The study of the soul is a pursuit both demanding and satisfying. But the deeper the inquiry goes, the more mysterious the subject becomes. What is this entity? The soul is not a thing that can be held with the hands, or heard with the ears, or seen with the eyes. The soul may seem so elusive as to be nothing more than a profound absence, justifying the bleak sense that we are only what we appear to be, and that our spirit is merely a wishful notion. Yet occasionally, as if by grace, there seems to be in our lives a palpable presence of creative power and loving wisdom, the source of which is as close to us as our own true being.
http://www.wingmakers.co.nz/The%20Twelve%20Major%20Chakras.html
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
Swept away
Tempted by the demons of the past
the ones lurking in the darkness
awaiting that fatal error
a careless loss of footing
will cost you your soul
hurry
quick
or you shall be swept away
the ones lurking in the darkness
awaiting that fatal error
a careless loss of footing
will cost you your soul
hurry
quick
or you shall be swept away
Thursday, December 27, 2007
1929
I went to the cemetery
I stood before your grave
asking for guidance.
I pray to no god.
I find no answer within him.
and yet your cross still guards my door
maybe its just my lack of faith in men...
I sometimes wonder if half my issues are due to a lack of faith.
But I believe in something. I just haven't quite figured out what.
Must we always label everything?! Can't some things just be. How does one label what the soul holds for Truth?
For New Years I have decided to figure what I need.
I feel that as of late I have become a walking contradiction. I give all this amazing advice but rarely put it to use myself.
The past 6 years have left me feeling completely numb.
I don't know what to feel or how to feel it.
I know there is emotion there.
I feel it knot in my solarplexus.
It tries to untangle itself, down my meridian lines, into my second chakra.
Eventually I feel it trickle down into my base like a thick molasses.
I can manipulate it for a short period.
Expelling it through the salty tears that forever moisten my cheeks.
And yet I still struggle at holding it ever so lovingly in a gentle embrace.
My heart has been sledgehammered. Shattered into millions of fragments of light.
I stood before your grave
asking for guidance.
I pray to no god.
I find no answer within him.
and yet your cross still guards my door
maybe its just my lack of faith in men...
I sometimes wonder if half my issues are due to a lack of faith.
But I believe in something. I just haven't quite figured out what.
Must we always label everything?! Can't some things just be. How does one label what the soul holds for Truth?
For New Years I have decided to figure what I need.
I feel that as of late I have become a walking contradiction. I give all this amazing advice but rarely put it to use myself.
The past 6 years have left me feeling completely numb.
I don't know what to feel or how to feel it.
I know there is emotion there.
I feel it knot in my solarplexus.
It tries to untangle itself, down my meridian lines, into my second chakra.
Eventually I feel it trickle down into my base like a thick molasses.
I can manipulate it for a short period.
Expelling it through the salty tears that forever moisten my cheeks.
And yet I still struggle at holding it ever so lovingly in a gentle embrace.
My heart has been sledgehammered. Shattered into millions of fragments of light.
All I want for Christmas...
I wish for one thing only.
A greater regard for life.
Now
I sit
waiting
on my falling star.
A greater regard for life.
Now
I sit
waiting
on my falling star.
Friday, December 14, 2007
you cant help people until they want to help themselves.
I had just finished my last cigarette...this woman was outside the grocery store begging for money, I had no change for her.
Damn POS.
There was a 10 dollar gift card.
I bought it for her, so she could eat.
'Tis the season. Right?
When I gave it to her, she asked if they sold smokes.
She was my father.
I started to wonder,
Will I find him outside a Dominion one day?
Pleading for change.
Desperately scraping for his next fix.
I haven't lit up since.
Damn POS.
There was a 10 dollar gift card.
I bought it for her, so she could eat.
'Tis the season. Right?
When I gave it to her, she asked if they sold smokes.
She was my father.
I started to wonder,
Will I find him outside a Dominion one day?
Pleading for change.
Desperately scraping for his next fix.
I haven't lit up since.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
forever present
I drop two coins into the pay phone
and dial the number to the eagerly awaiting ears
It rings once
the line goes dead
Those were my last two quarters.
I slam the phone back into the cradle.
As I turn to walk away
the change is spit into the coin return
confused
I pull out the coins...
2 quarters
and a DIME.
I knew you wouldnt miss this for the world.
and dial the number to the eagerly awaiting ears
It rings once
the line goes dead
Those were my last two quarters.
I slam the phone back into the cradle.
As I turn to walk away
the change is spit into the coin return
confused
I pull out the coins...
2 quarters
and a DIME.
I knew you wouldnt miss this for the world.
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