An Allegory


it rained today



upon my face



from the storm clouds 



that thundered in my thoughts



the downpour



drenching my center



erupting an emotional flood



the dam of my denial



could not



hold back 



all the pressure



loosening



the levers



my eyes



allowed 



the waters



to flow



suddenly within that state



surfaced a solution



to turn my sorrow



into something beautiful...
 








so I created



an allegory...
 





I Am

















Transcendental Thought


one hears another say
everything is dying
but one
also sees everything
is living

and just as everyone
is suffering
so too is everyone
healing

just as so many
feel so separate
and alone
we are one
and together

beyond the scope
of subjective-isms
of self vs.
them & other

beyond the
ideology of
living one's truth
where-in
others truth means
to hell with everyone else
I must serve myself

::there is another self::

one that serves
the other
loves the other

despite how much
they hurt
they abandon
they kill
they hate
because "they"
has always
and ever
has been
"we"
we is us
us is me
is I AM

In that I am-ness
in the trancendental
thought

away from they
are what I am not

where all is
i am

it is in that space
that you will
find you

and the
idea of me
and you
them and us
matters not

save the one

all is as one

beyond the surface
beyond the
veil of separation
distortion
from any
people's portion

we are IT
all is now
now is IT
IT IS...

is is is is is is is

:::infinitum:::

eternal

so what does one
as one
for one

do with this
understanding?

give to one
accept one
love one
be one


The Ocean Said to Me Once








The ocean said to me once,
"Look!
Yonder on the shore
Is a woman, weeping.
I have watched her.
Go you and tell her this --
Her lover I have laid
In cool green hall.
There is wealth of golden sand
And pillars, coral-red;
Two white fish stand guard at his bier.



"Tell her this
And more --
That the king of the seas
Weeps too, old, helpless man.
The bustling fates
Heap his hands with corpses
Until he stands like a child
With a surplus of toys."

Stephen Crane
(born on
11/01 also)


Choice in Affirmation

I choose to live by choice,


Not by chance.


I choose to make changes,

Not excuses.

I choose to be motivated,

Not manipulated.

I choose to be useful,

Not used.

I choose self-esteem,

Not self-pity.

I choose to excel,

Not compete.

I choose to listen to the Inner-Voice,

Not the random opinions of others.





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