Monday, November 23, 2020

YUP

 tongue tied, speechless, or possibly impaired. Down in my luck like I can't make a pair. I can't resort to rhyming any longer.


There is a mist in the valley tonight, from the airplanes overhead, they travel from a-b, x-z. Even with these overcast skies I wish it would rain. The plants here are extremely hardy. They go for weeks without much water. I know they can function, but wonder.. can they still grow?

I often think to myself about a brilliant mind.. what is it's purpose in a room of minds that have plateaued? Drug down deep by cruelty and false hope. Maybe it is an ivory tower intellect just needing some stimulation.

The mind links with the heart and there is harmony, if one strays too far forward and the other lags behind, we face more difficulty. We get caught up, we lose our abilities. I like to believe there is as much room for harmony and expansion in our mind that there is for chaos and misery.

Like the planes above, ideas float over many a head, many don't look up to see the night sky reveal itself, even in the plane, windows are drawn close for a rest or sleep. Such is the world and my woven perception. For now, we slumber. Turning my eyes to the sky, my mind to the heart, and my heart towards the eyes of creation; I see and sense much farther. I realize obstacles are consistently placed in life, and if we consider our best, consistently overcome.

Some lines in life take more time, even for the most skilled, after all age bites at our feet and can also bring a downfall from our prime and peak. Don't let anything consume you. Don't allow fear to be seated at the right hand of your conscience. Often, allow space for solutions and for processing, let things work themselves out. Take action when a decision is clear. Don't just think of what constitutes you, but live what constitutes you. Everyday we make and break the mold of days prior. If we are lucky an opportunity lies in the hour.

Deep down, we are bright.
Deep down, we are broad.
Like daylight strikes through the pane of glass
May we be stricken by something much greater than ourselves
May who we are, and what we are meant to be
Be revealed in the light of G-O-D

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