lack

apathetically speaking

 

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 ☆♥☆

 

...

 

I am brand new here,

 

I came here from the dust 

 

That fell off a star when the heavens spoke.

 

 

You didn't hear it,

 

But it happened.

 

 

Please believe me,

 

Don't erase my worth

 

For a moment to push aside our hearts.

 

Don't you know?

 

I came to teach you a fairytale.

 

The fairytale of love,

 

It has so much joy and happiness in it,

 

But you will never see it if

 

You cannot learn to accept the pain too.

 

 

 

Don't erase me.

 

Embrace me.

 

 ☆♥☆

 

....

 

 

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Letters From The Moon

To want 'more' of something creates an assumption, a query, a debate of sorts within the self that there is an awareness of lack within the self. So before reaching for 'more' I have found it beneficial to examine if there is indeed 'lack'. To win 'more', out of a need that underlies the things we choose to see, as opposed to that which we refuse to see, can lead exactly where we do not want to be, only to feel the perceived need for more of the same lack. Introspection of oneself beyond the surface lack is what makes a winner. You can be the best at anything you want to be, if you see yourself as the best at the start of the journey. There may be no medal of honor, no red carpet, no crown of glory or paved paths of precious gems. There will only be the divine knowledge of gaining the insight of your truth and your purpose, which is a only a trophy that rests in the sacredness of infinity....that's all it is.   ;-) 

 

Chase your dream. If you get tired along the way, ask yourself for more of what is lacking.... ;-)

 

 

© 2013

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First I Wrote My Name

Once I bounced a ball,

The paper was my wall,

It bounced around my head a while,

That ball and me , we shared a smile.

 

Then I drew a house,

With windows for a mouse,

With curtains, blue and yellow lace,

I told myself, "I like this place".

 

Then I went to schools,

There they taught me rules,

The first the rule was to "write your name",

I recognized a different game.

 

Junior High breezed through,

The years passed by, they flew,

The days were filled with sitting still,

My parents worked to pay the bill,

I gained a lot of nothing missed,

Always writing, my hand a fist.

 

And now that years have passed,

I'm on my own at last,

When memory of that ball comes back,

I reminisce, I see the lack,

That ball is bouncing back to me,

It tells me learning should be free.

 © 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Education should be 'free' ie: free mind to learn about what one chooses and not only what it is in writing in a page of a book, or thoughts of opinion that have been masterfully manipulated to concoct another's idea of the 'truth'. That is not an education. That is simply the idea someone else gives you that you have one (an education).

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