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.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
walk to the beat of your heart
an accidental click...
everything you doubt
Revealed
only to your eyes for the 1st time
the rest of us have been here awaitng your return
everything you doubt
Revealed
only to your eyes for the 1st time
the rest of us have been here awaitng your return
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