The smell of winter.

Darkness arrives early this time of year.

Time passes slow.

The sound of my voice is clearer as the wind silences the world.

What is it about the oncoming peace that leaves my heart confused? The calm on the waters is soothing as my mind races far into the future, doubling back and charging through the barrier of time… flimsy really… for one can always venture into the past, the future is what leaves us in shadow…

There is a calling from within the mist of the shadow… hearing what we know, yet understanding as one would a lost language… or understanding as one would a smile… sad is the voice from within… as is the look in the eyes of my dying father… Did he know he was going to die that night? The look in his eyes say yes. Yes… yet it was just a dream, another lost memory, just another dream. It fades…

Fading as are the years one ventures away from the sound of his voice, or is it my voice… Can I hear the difference?  Do I know of what I speak? Is this really about him? Or is it really about me? Just another vision, just another dream, just another tear which falls to my feet…

The ground is cold beneath my feet… I stand before the calm shore and the moon glistens its light upon the waters… darkest night so full of light… where is my vision? where is my sight? I turn to find my father by my side… the bitter calm of winter… he smiles… he is here again, for now… then why am I so sad?

Because these are just more words coming from my head… more words… or simply another dream… Yes… it was just a dream, another lost memory, just another dream… coming from my head

Dad

Has it been three years you have been away, almost…  I can still see your smile… I miss you

My dearest friend, my guardian, my watcher… what plagues you? For one whose presence was known, now your voice is quiet. For one whose brilliance once shone, now your light is faint. All things in time. Time is the blessing, the blessing for which the latter seems the same. The blessing of suffering and pain, yet one which experienced is indeed the same.

Time, enabler of silence. The means to an end… For which have you say my friend… is it within or without. What say you to my voice, the very voice which has been silenced? What say you to the light, for it was once ours to see in the darkest of nights… What thoughts have you to my query? The very thoughts I leave presented on the ground. My letter, my voice, my sound…

What say you to these things… shall I leave you be. Leave you with time? Shall I lay on the blanket of clouds and listen to the angels singings from above… Shall I wait for you? or is it Time… For you seem to have lost the battle… and become a prisoner to the mind…

Captivated and confused, we must lose the illusion of Time…. for what is it, truly?

I forgot the time
I forgot the present

I have no memories

Only thoughts

I worry of the future
I worry of the past
Troubles upon troubles

Forever are cast

Gone now are seconds and minutes
Hours and days

Years hold fears
Time holds tears

Tired and regretful
Panicked and fretful

Life is gone and left us in shadow
Yearning for now
Not for tomorrow

Turn around and around
A clocks hand and bell sound
Dizzy and loud
Time holds wickedly proud

Time is home to many a prison
Light once forced to comply
Since it has broken through,
Light is fugitive and eternally new

Light has gone to the end
Time has found no new friend

They will meet again
At a point where they are one
All is one at the beginning
Centered they see
One in one will they be

Eternally

Endlessly Free

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“Thanksgiving Day comes, by statute, once a year; to the honest man it comes as frequently as the heart of gratitude will allow.”

~ Edward Sandford Martin

Thanksgiving is upon us… marking the beginning of another holiday season. The holidays are a great opportunity for sharing love and being with friends and family… It is a time of happiness and reflection. Memories and tradition…

So here we are this year, on the brink of holiday frenzy and abundance… please remember there are those who have little to nothing to be thankful for… there are those who simply are… So now I ask all my friends and family to simply Be… Remember charity and lend a helping hand to your neighbor… simply ask and listen for we are all in need of something…

I have been a supporter of the WFP for the past couple of years… I believe in their mission… I encourage all to think about a charity, one which matters to their soul, and join their community as a supporter… Take the first step…

One Weeks Food Around The World

This photographic journey around the world was a feature in Time magazine… the first reaction I had was wonder next shame… thinking upon the waste…

“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.”

~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy

This Thanksgiving Day, let’s remember what we truly have to be thankful for. Let’s take a good, hard look around us and realize that while we may not have everything we want, what we want is not always what we need…

“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.”

~ Cicero

Thank you all and have a happy thanksgiving…

Lots of Love

Enreal

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-World Food Programme

“A magical place indeed”.

The air alive and glowing with energy, like a vivid dream… you could smell the ethereality of it…

“A peculiar, magical place….”

She had awoken to a scene and a dilemma. There before her stood two paths. Unlike others she traveled before…

where the long winding road lay before or behind or side to side…

“the light is brightest above, yet perhaps I shall wander below…”

Static clung to the light, bringing electricity to sound, sparks to sight…

A wind wispered in her mind…

“A magical place indeed”

She said these words aloud as she found her way down

DarkWood by the Necromancer

I see your light

Gaining strength as my heart thunders within its cave

I feel your presence

Surrounding me with brilliance

Filling me with sight

My limbs intertwine with peace

The shadows displaced from an abyss

What was once the hole

Is now filled and whole

All gained from the vision of light

All awoken from this glorious sight

poem inspired by a beautiful photograph taken by The Necromancer… thank you for the inspiration

In silence she waits
Calmly she states,
“I am dying…”
“I do not know how long I have left.”

Her smile is late,
My reply I contemplate.
Confused and in shame,
I can not say her name.

Her eyes are clear
They show no fear
They search my mind
In distance and time

“I speak not of death…”
I only seek light.”
“I speak not of now,
I only seek night”

Taken aback
My words will attack
“Speak clear and right,
Explain to me your sight”

In reply,
as silent as a sigh…
She begins to cry

“I see a life I have not lived”
“I see a world that does not give”
“I dream of gardens and beauty beyond”
“I dream of a love that will be found”

“I have waited so long,
I have been patient and strong”
“Finally I break,
My walls I forsake”

Then silence

I hear her
Inside
She is right
As clear as light

I can not say her name
She is I and I the same
I understand her pain
I understand her shame

She is not dying a different death
She is not breathing a different breath
We are all running the same race
Although some travel a different pace

Understanding life is one thing, asking questions and expecting answers is another. We can assume all we want that there is a purpose, a meaning, an answer. I believe there is, but why?

Why?

That is the question. Why is there Life? The meaning to the purpose to the question.

Why is there Life?

I don’t want science to tell me of the randomness, the probabilities, the unique and unlikely circumstance of it happening. I want to know why.

Here is a thought. Is the answer too big? Or perhaps the thought is too small? Can we fathom the question, or understand the meaning? Or are we simply answering ourselves? Questions keep spinning until…we stop asking. Our minds not equipped for the infinity of the questions. It keeps going, infinitely circling in our minds, until we forgot what we asked.

What did we ask again?

Oh yes,

Why?

Such a small word, such a large possibility. Perhaps one day it will be not a matter of why, or how… it simply will be,

A question

How can we see
What we are meant to be?

As we drift away
To where subconscious plays

At the end of the day
It is in this way

We do see
We are more free than can possibly be

It is in this place
No body
No space

In our minds eye
We are divine

In this present life
We suffer no strife

We learn the lessons our mind holds
We fear not and shatter the souls mold

Exploring potential
Attempting the  impossible
Attracting the infinite
Decoding the meaning

Why then this vision
Why then this way
Why then do we forget
In the beginning of the day?

Why does our mind shadow secrets
When the answers are already at hand

Perhaps it is in the timeless grains of sand

May we never understand

Wether the beginnings end of the day

It is in this way

For our mind must pass the test

Leaving the answers hidden at rest

For when they will arrive

Only time and mind decide

For now they shall be

Eternally

Infinitley

Patiently

Remaining in dreams

*

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*

I stand before you now…

I am here to greet you…

for as long as this eternity is…

I have failed to meet you

You look old

You seem wise

your gaze is distant

Can you meet my eyes?

We stare at the reflections, blinded by the truth in our eyes… the mirrored walls capture the pairs, the countless futures hidden behind so many eternal ties… Oh mirror, oh mother, oh sister, oh lover… where have you taken my sight, my future, my plight… when will it all seem right?

Where does the gaze travel?

So far art thou eyes

Where does the truth wander?

Over countless horizons, over infinite skies…

So I beseech thee to answer… can you meet my eyes… can you look into our future and see where it lies… for this is me as well as thee…  for this sight is mine by any given rite… who are you to hold my life? Who are you, if not me by sight? 

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“I am that I am… I know for what you ask… but do you ponder the meanings of the answers? The burden is mine to bear, so perhaps it is this we share… for you seek not fortune, nor fame… you seek not pleasure, yet perhaps you seek pain… you myself are me through and through… do you think I would keep these things from you? Think before you speak… think before you seek… there is a reason I am old… you may not be willing to carry such a burden when one is given to you… so for now live and learn… for this is your part in me… this is our journey… remember to think before you seek…”

“The older I get, the more questions gather from my minds… “

She smiles from the reflection… This is me… I smile back…

The time came 

Once

In an era of darkness

When the light radiated from within its people

Shined from within their hearts

Lost in darkness yet unafraid

For there lay magic within the minds

Powers within their hearts

And knowledge within their Souls

The time has come once

Again

In an era of light

This time the light outshines the people

The light blinds their hearts

Impairs their minds 

Shadows their Soul

Surrounded by a light of falsehood

The people are unaware to the Soul’s fear

For the people have forgotten the magic

Hushed the voice of the mind

Instead turned to the voice of the machine

The machine which radiates the light we made

I sit here and ponder how lost we can become… life running around us at speeds too fast to comprehend. The oneness, the whole of the world… integrated with time

Yet distancing us from the times we left behind

Our memories

Even before our lifetime we were blessed to have the wisdom of the ages. Blessed and yet too busy to look for the meanings, too busy for once we had them and let them fall silent. Silent as a language not practiced and silenced for lack of confidence. Yet we fear not for we have them recorded. Today they are translated  in our modern world. Categorized, defined and compartmentalizes into easy convenient  truths  easily digested as myth, reality or fact… 

The fact is

We lost the magic, the gift, the wonder of not understanding and accepting… we even define God… The ancients knew God… Through fear and awe… Through nature and the Heavens… Through the body and the mind… through the Soul

I sit here and ponder…

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The Seer who lost sight

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The witch bound by her own witchery

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The wizard with lost wisdom

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A prophet to prophesies the past

Yet  the time came once

In an era of darkness

When the people were not afraid

Perhaps the false light shall fail

Will you be able to see?

What Life did you chose?

Which path was yours to take?

What lessons were yours to learn?

What more do we have to do?

I drift into my mind… a place I often view more as imagination than Life…I drift.

I acknowledge my decisions in Life… I acknowledge and am close to acceptance.

We all have stories, Each Life blessed and cursed. Each Life individual yet connected. Each Spirit more free. Each Soul more aware. With each Life…there is always a purpose. Sometimes it is not present until the end…sometimes it is not present until generations pass… Sometimes it is ignored…and time passes until its purpose is remembered and embraced…

We all have stories and we are the authors…

There came a place where silence ruled
Time passed slow
Light stood still.

In this place we were at home
We were boundless
We were infinite

There came a time in this place…When we had to chose a lesson…One we never faced before…

We had to continue learning
We had to continue to grow

In this time, in this place there came a calling for love…there came a calling for support…there came a calling to be the sacrifice…there came a calling to be more…

In this time and place there came a calling for pain… for empathy… for understanding…

Then in this place, in this time… it was time to leave… the time had come to share what we learned… to share what we know… 

One day we will go home. Take with you your story….

Remember this time, this place

You are the author

Speak softly
Listen slowly
Believe truly
It will soon pass

Watch closely
As the winds weep
And the waters grieve
Upon the summers sleep

Whisper and sigh
Let your mind cry
Think upon things

Bring forth the hidden wings

Day and night
Shadows of light
Time and place
Full of wisdoms grace

For want of nothing
For need of something
For understanding and sight
Grant us the vision, be it right

With any amount time
For any amount of space
For any given moment
With every granted space
every moment
every treasure
every smile
every pleasure

These moments are cast 

Placed in the past

For all shall soon pass

But memories, they are last

Return my companion. The one which stood near in the starless of days, in the moonless of nights, casting shadow in the darkest of corners, bringing concealed meaning to the words, giving mystery its hold on the defined.

Return my compatriot. For we belong of the same land, the same time, the same body, the same mind. We are of the same mission, our journey was forged side by side, of the same metal, of the same blade. Grass is grown, seeds are sewn, all in all, sadness was born.

Return my peace. The quiet which grew, the bond which we knew…

“Do not carry the world on thy shoulders, accept your sadness and it shall release”

Return that which belongs to me… for acceptance does release and empty. As the tide does come and go… its waters never leave… displaced and moved… yet still part of the sea…

My waters have evaporated, sadness has went accompanied by the tears. Emptiness is all which remains, along with eyes that cannot shed tears… yet they long for their release…

Return that which belongs to me. For I simply can not be, without that other part of me…

“It feels different, as if a weight has been lifted. Yet it was no burden upon me… I carried it freely… now my mission, my purpose has changed. Who defines happiness and normality? Who names all that should be? Who took my burden which I carried freely? Who took I from my mind? Now look at me, who am I?”

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