It is within the moments of dread, of fear, when everything is too much, when nothing is enough, when everything is wrong because of you, or so it seems. It is in such moments, you cannot see the stars, the sun is hidden and the sounds of silence are no more.
It is in such moments that life shouts out to you, ” my child, you are an instructor of the universe, you are that which makes the rivers roll and the grasses bow, you are our breath, you give us life”
For the stars they are always there, the sun it never leaves, it is you who is the silence, yet even the silence to know itself must check upon the noise, the greater noise, that silence must be understood, that the moon must have its turn, that the stars too must sleep.
Hold your moment and court it well, for as a moment come, so shall it pass and the view upon the alter shall differ upon the lifting of the fog.
Such is your life and so shall be mine.
...and then the dream within the dream, it chased the shadows, then loved serene. Knowledged humans believed in weak, they twisted silence beyond the meek, the ego leapt, only itself to keep. And then one night when all was still, the breathing throbbed the dream was killed. A soul it silenced no word need speak, no dream of dream was there to seek. A silent tear it slipped the eye, killed the thought, and simply….cried.
The heavens opened and earth it held, the voice inside neither laughed or yelled, but within that moment all was clear, no more strangers, all now are near. Brother, sister was no more, silence thundered as a mighty roar… and as moment danced, it dance with joy, opinion gone, no more they cry. ∞
To him who has, shall it be given,
the choice of man, man now living.
Wander ye, among the thorns,
clinging he, his heart forlorn,
For a greater good, not told to man,
for man has known, yet man, has no plan.
Yet settle he, upon the earth,
feel the touch, the touch of birth,
he looks around and sees no pain,
no human pull, no human gain.
He prays ∞
A different version of this prayer – poem in a picture can be found here
Credits: Poem @ justme; Image @ CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved
God grant me your serenity, grant me the peace found only in silence.
That your will be done, not mine.
To accept I cannot change but I can surrender.
For you are the do -er not I.
Allow me this wisdom.
I understand there are many things my mind believes to be wrong.
I will suffer for these discrepancies.
They are not who I am, though I will suffer my attachment.
For I believe in the idea of perfection, which you show me each and every day
through a flower and a stone a droplet of water and an insect.
Perfect can only emit perfect and from perfect there can only be perfect.
I and the father are one.
Like little lambs dressed as wolves they come
Snapping, alert ready to pounce
Enlightenment they seek.
What is enlightenment but a set of words?
That bangs against the loudest drum
Full of wind and stress to seek the better life
Self discovery they shout
Self improvement they want
Those vile slippery things
Their bellies suck the very dirt from the earth
As they slither upon the stage
With elegant head and spit they impress the crowd
The crowd of dim witted fools who look to direction,
led and savour only the moments they are told to savour.
Alas and well the man appear with silent tones and nothing dear
He hits upon the vile with fury and sends the dead to rest
No sleeping he as he stands upon the rock and looks down upon the restless dead,
no sleeping he as his hand moved to check his breath.
Die you in vain. No you are not the truth you are merely the darkness while life is gone.
Ancient Greece paints the picture of men in the cave of tramping individuals staring at a wall of lead.
They look to the fire and see the shadows of themselves.
When arm moves up or leg moves out still they recognise not their limbs.
Suddenly one who escapes comes back still they sit and have the craic.
Awaken ,awaken you foolish men your talk of right and wrong must end.
The discussion about nothing is stopped and lost.
The importance of point is always forgot,
He led them out from in the cave the silly architects who were but slaves.
The light of man upon their face.
Nothing was right in that dark place
All words and opinion shattered – yes it all
Not even a piece was left one inch tall
Like men in a cave we won’t listen to the message and shout.
Please stop right now.
Forget everything I said. Let me out !
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.