Journal 11-04-11 Choices and Decisions

I'm brought into submission by the quiet fact that repeatedly stares me in the face, the choices I make reflect the outcome I perceive. And these choices, there aims, intents; From where do they come? Are they my own need for more? weather it be relaxation, food to eat, pleasant surroundings etc. Or do they emerge from a deeper purpose, to be of service , to advocate the changes my deeper self longs to see?

It's very easy to be misconstrued, even forget the faces of those I'm talking too. It's difficult to be an individual that is often alone and pick and choose. Sometimes so many thoughts fill my head that I don't know which is essential. I wonder, do I have the courage to say what needs to be said, to take the necessary action? I know that I do, and that the universe provides accordingly to our actions and thoughts. Than why is choosing a path and direction so difficult? Perhaps because it seems to disclude the things I have already known and loved, the weight of one dream weighing another. Perhaps it is leaving an illusion of consistancy amongst ever-shifting conditions that shape me. I know that I have talents which I've placed value upon in the past, writing and it's articulation there of, a willingness to explore, and also a compassion for others. I also am aware of faults that hinder these principles, stubbornness, self-deception, becoming distracted and making the same mistakes.

I know that my life here is to serve a purpose and that this purpose result continues if I work with it rather than against it, even surrender to it's outcome throughout. I feel because we are always changing it's important to have a skill as a measure of consistency, or a basis of our actions. This skill for me seems to be learning planting and growth to eventually organically grow my own nourishment. This post fits more under a journal entry than poetry, but it's time for a change of pace on this bright afternoon. Until next time.

Peace & Love

Time's Flying By

All the time time is passing, flying, fleeing into living
I ask to be forgiven from judgement, criticisms
I fight take flight and fumble, try to be perfect and stumble
Hey I recognize you too in this interwoven jungle
That sometimes is a struggle, a journey like a movie
I find myself distracted by the beauty and it's cruelty

I hope to live it grateful, I hope to make it happy
I hope to know and have to hold so many friends and family
Your presence here it matters, your mind your eyes their fabric
From dreaded to ecstatic, purposeful and manic
This life is what we give it, our share of what's been handed
In youth I thought that truth lay in the burning of both candles

I hope to live it grateful so at the end I'm not left stranded
With less than love and laughter, a smile that is candid
I'm called by sense of purpose, I'm let go in humility
I look again and comb the map for soils of fertility
No folding to futility cause life is too short
To leave your sweet unique face from the image of my thoughts

I've already made a difference in the life's of friends and family
I see off in the distance the flowers of humanity
The flavors of a time frame, the work and also migraines
But all and all the freedom of the fruits in choices I've made
So let this please make my day, Envelop and define it
Signed and sealed in honesty and all that's backed behind it

Times Flying