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In the moment

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Silent River

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The Sea

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The Sea
by justme 

I stood before the ridging waves
falling down then rising up, rolling forward effortlessly.
Feet lowered in sinking sand as tiny tickles spread my toes
Foaming white lusciousness, popped and fizzled
Tiny objects pushed forward then pulled back
Salt upon my lips left behind by a soft hidden breeze.
Always sun upon my face.

No man could plan this scene
No man could create the sand, the sparkling water,the taste of salt.
Not even one grain of sand can he create.
Yet it is everywhere.
Infinite intelligence waved the wand
From some place else it did conceive
For now, I can but look, and see myself.
Silent joy as I am part of this picture.This scene.
Where else shall I look that I might believe?
What else did I miss before me?
Through these eyes of light I now perceive
My god, my god, look my friends.
I can see !

∞

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A rose

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A tiny voice whispers…

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Within the rush of life, in the corner of your mind, your eye – you sense the moon, the stars. Those mysterious flickers you ignore because your busy. Yet within the thought is your habit, all you have claimed your own, pushing you north, yet, west of you silently, quietly, unassuming, the space it calls you, through pinholes it, like a god bursting flare it pierces that part of you which you disregard, yet somewhere within that ignoring, within the hustle and bustle and knowing and growing a tiny voice whispers, ‘look at me, you who search the perfect, for I am indeed the perfect yet you will not look, you refuse to turn your eye’.

For you are blind. The blind leading the blind.

Can you see and yet be blind ?
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The space between the words

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Every musician that strives to create the perfect symphony is an apprentice to the tiny nightingale.
Every disciplined ballerina is an apprentice to the wind and to that which man calls nature, and so is every poet a student to the perfect word.
Yet everything and everyone are the followers of silence.
These words are from a place found between the words and therefore not subject to the meter or formulae of man.

They are as they are.  

Meet these words and the spaces between the words, as you would a stranger, meet them for the very first time. If they are not known to you, let them wait a while at the door of consciousness. Then welcome them in as you would a friend, invite the stranger in that you may join with them and they with you. If still you do not recognise them, send them on their way, or better still, go follow them. 

justme
March 2011

Silent River

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SILENT RIVER 
By Justme 

Silent river carry my dreams
For all is not, what it seems.
Kiss the morning, wrap up the night.
Clear the skies, let man take flight.
For there beyond the no humans land
Lives a thing, man finds bland.
They run and talk and know and fear.
Yet it’s now that I am here.

Kiss me then and hold me near
For death is watching, the night is near.
Don’t blow the flicker for it’s warm and mine.
See through the mask of blind mankind.

∞

Who is watching the scene?

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Touch your dream

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TOUCH YOUR DREAM
By justme

Close your eyes for dreams
For all is not as it seems
The imagined clock stands true
The silence roars to you.
Feel the beat of heart
before the dream will start
Touch your dreams with mine
Feel the dance of rhyme
Then slowly settle down
Let silence be your crown.
Then breathe as if your last
No more future, no more past.
Then slip your hand in mine
Our song it moves with time.
Let your dance be one of joy.
Of a lady and a boy.
Who dared to dream their dream.
To drift upon a mind less, endless stream.
Of love.

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From fear to faith

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WHAT DO WE NEED TO DO TO TURN FEAR TO FAITH ?

Quote gelbWithin that which you call fear is your faith.No words can penetrate the mortal man.It is in the silence of beingness that the mist disperses and the light of truth appears. I tell you not to leave your lives but to see them with a new pair of eyes. I ask you not to give up that which you call possessions but to understand they are lifes gifts and no man owns them, it is when you grasp them most that they slip from your grip.Do not leave your friends or family for their actions are there to help you to lead you and their inaction is there to teach you.

Do not give your life for a promise but give for the sake of giving and accept the worst but expect the best for it is in this expectancy of faith that life will reveal itself to all.

Life is not found in the intricate but in the simple.

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