Lessons Never Ending ~

033153CF-9614-4139-8A01-46D42ED1DF57I have no words.  On this particular evening, words don’t seems to matter.  Sometimes we need the silence to better understand what we cannot control.  My mind is content to leave this post just as it is with closing comments already expressed here, amongst the clouds in this image.

 

A View From Within~

It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.
~ Henry David Thoreau

The view remains the same, unchanged, unaltered scenery
filled with images visible to those who see deeply with sensory feelings afire, versus those who only see the obvious, choosing to remain simple minded or selectively blind as to what truly matters.

It is the emotional response which differs as sensory perception & intention continue to misfire with no end sight – except from within.

Our senses of touch, sound, smell, taste, & sight compose a symphony when used with intentional appreciation. When these fantastical senses are taken for granted or used solely as functional organs, all which is beauty becomes lost in ruin.

This gloaming, cloudy perspective of what the world is (or should be) vacillates broadly in our portrayals of what’s good, bad, right, wrong… Lost is a sense of reality versus delusional dysmorphia.

In all of this lies the reminder of redemption & hope – Although sometimes our psyche is affected due to trauma or teachings, remember we are at risk of [“becoming what we pay attention to”] instead of who we are. Until we begin to observe others, the world, surroundings & all else we see, see fully. Blessed are we with the senses our bodies were born to use, we must take advantage & use, use fully.

Take a different look at the view. Respectfully, responsibly visualize every shape & movement with color; listen to every sound with thoughtful curiosity & emotional breath in your lungs as you take it all in. Upon exhaling, only then can we begin to decide what truly matters.

Explore things curious or paths unknown – bold or not, find the bliss amidst it all. And in this newfound peace, maybe, just maybe “common sense” can develop into a sixth sense to behold most mellifluously.

* paraphrased quote by Sue Monk Kidd

Sign of the Times

A sense of unrest morphs into
Gut wrenching heartache
Painful frustration greets me
Each day, my emotions spent
Weakened, exhausted as words,
Words & more words fall flat
Without action or purpose.

Yesterday’s headlines have
Become blurred, catastrophic
Events & breaking news unfold
Too often, too fast, too much –
Coping mechanisms seem trendy
Events marked by hashtags,
Catchphrases, memes &
Even merchandise for sale
Items worn, displayed online
Represent protest, honor
Solidarity or awareness, but
In truth, such things are only
Momentary fashion statements
Red carpet paparazzi
Portray images of posers,
Do-gooders displaying swag
Accessories for “the cause”

Selfies & videos gone viral in
“Word couture” filled with
Overtones political, yet no one
Plans to walk the walk.

Self absorbed, gadget obsessed
A society oblivious to reality –
Hateful gibberish & angry rhetoric
Desecrate all human decency
Society lost in translation.

Words are just words…
Without intent & purpose,
Words are just words…
Until you give them meaning.

Fueled by action & movement
Words become powerful,
Purposeful messages with
Thought provoking, soulful
Inspiration deserved of attention
Take pause, listen to the voices
For this is the stuff from which Healing can begin.

The Rose That Grew From Concrete ~ by Tupac Shakur

Only recently did I have the pleasure to hear this beautiful poem – written by Tupac Shakur. I became so moved by this, I had to find it & include it here for others to read. Typically, I never post pieces written by other artists on my blog, but this is such a moving piece, a MUST READ which was inspiration for one of my earlier poems.

Tupac Shakur