Hard Times

Today life brought many surprises as it usually does on Tuesdays.  Or for that matter everyday of the week, of the year, of the stars of the moon of the sky.  Were the heavens not so close just a moment ago?  So, a dear friend of mine today found out she was denied the freedom of living in the United States and now faces a future and a reality that has taken her 8 long years of uncertainty to come to the realization of.  Now she laments the hardships that reality bring her and thus she cries and cries.
Can we pretend to say that we know what another is experiencing without putting ourselves in that experience itself.  Each day cognition is coming back and the strength of the mind is returning as though the vacation ride of life is now on the moon as though it were there always.  The mind can always find hard times just as easily as it finds the happy ones, the ones so full of love and light.
Such is my challenge to the reader. Can you find light in darkness? Or darkness in light? Perhaps shades of it can be seen if we look and watch carefully but then we see that love has arisen just look into her eyes.
Can we continue pretending to wait for the other or shall we take a step forward ourselves?  Who is to say, who is to guide the way?
To wait or not to wait for the divine to unravel, the work for push for the show to unmarvel.  I don't always know the way but I continue to trust, that trust in the air is always a must. In hard times or good I have my moments and you have yours too.  Lets not stay away for too long as tomorrow is already almost gone.   

A Tuesday night poem

Lying awake in my bed
There is so much noise in my head
Its making me worry about the little things
As if I'm just a pawn in this world of kings
But dear God won't you take these thoughts away
Dear God won't you turn my mind to clay
Mold me, make my mind think clear
Spirit of life give me the strength to endure
Cause you are marvelous in every way
You are beautiful there's not much else to say
So hold on, be strong and find your way
This time around that's all I have to say

Poet-losphy

Balance is achieved by strengthening ones inner world, ones inner conversation with oneself. This comes by achieving an inner peace within oneself. How is this achieved I ask? Through meditation and prayer? Saying words over and over again to connect the mind with the heart or to let go entirely and be watchful of that which comes into the mind and heart in stillness, peace and calm?
Is there a devil? I do not know! Is there evil? Is evil to harm the body, to harm the mind, to harm the heart of man? To wound his inner spirit or his inner soul?
Does a man cry out for mercy and how is mercy given to him? Is it all a felling? Is it nothing more than an experience of living energies being poured out unto him? Or does he generate the expression from within himself and that now he is open enough to experience within himself that which already surrounds him and already has from the beginning of time? To say or repeat is a form of self remembering and form of resolving the unsaid so that what one is looking for may return unto himself that he may again experience the inner bliss that he knew whilst he was in the whom of his mother or sucking on her breast for milk.
Man is forever attached to his mother. When he leaves her it is only to go looking for the feminine energy that he can give her and take from her to receive the love that he needs to give and receive. Giving is love. Love is God.
So why would someone want to live in depravity of that which wants to love him his whole life. It is possible that this is the only way he can maintain his peace. To find himself in the silence of his own heart?
Through that silence that brings him back to that place of being again in the whom and sucking on the breast of his mother.