Posts tagged ‘words’

Stars in an Hourglass

As our time slips by and,

We watch people come and go,

Day passes into night,

Night into new day,

Sand falls from the hourglass.

 

Time is running out,

Time is growing short,

But amid all the loss,

A star appears within the glass.

 

Bright and glowing,

Blindingly so.

As the sand recedes,

And emptiness prevails,

A star hangs, marking a place in time.

 

A moment,

A choice,

A day,

A life,

That time cannot touch or tarnish.

What once was a grain of sand,

Now transformed by fate,

Hangs as a star in an empty Hourglass

Can you say “I’m Sorry”

I’m sorry, two little words, and can you believe that some people just don’t know how to say them? For something so small, you would think that tongue wouldn’t have trouble with these words, but how many times have you felt them rise in your throat and yet your tongue refuses to form them? I know I have been there. I think we need to learn to look someone in the eye that we have hurt and say “I’m Sorry” with no but after it. A statement followed by a but becomes an excuse. We need to own our shit, so many times we half ass things, a half ass apology is an excuse and a cop out. You either take full responsibility for what you have done or your don’t. You just can’t half way apologize and accept to something to change.

There are two parts to an apology, the first part is Owning it, I’m sorry. Period. The second part is where the being genuine comes in, if you are truly sorry about what you have done to someone or how you have failed then you must do something to change it. I’m sorry loses its power just as fast when you keep saying I’m sorry for the same thing over and over. If you don’t change anything and you keep apologizing to me for the same thing, I am going to stop listening because your apology has lost the action. You have to own your mistakes and then act on them to change them for your “I’m Sorry” to actually mean anything. Its just as empty without the action as it is with a ‘but’ after it. If you ever want to be more than you are today put action to your I’m sorry and take out the ‘buts’. If you actually do this you should never have to apologize for the same thing twice.

Thoughts to ponder…From another author

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love – for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment is it perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you from misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. ~Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life

Looking back

After Blogging Peter Gabriels In your Eyes lyrics I remembered a blog I did near the beginning of my Year of Blogging called  Window to the Soul. I went back and read it and was not only reminded of what I was thinking and feeling at the time but was also pleasantly surprised by how good it was. It does not happen very often to me, to look back and say that way actually better then I remember. I often look back and my critical eye comes out and I think of all the things I could have said or said better. Or discover what I thought was quite good really doesn’t make sense. It because of that, I usually do not look back and reread things very often. But maybe if I did it more often I would find moments like this where I surprise myself.

I skipped church today because I felt like I needed to lay low for a day and get some rest and I think while I am resting I am going to pull out some old journals and notebooks and see what I find. I am hoping to find some forgotten jewels in all those pages. Whatever I find, if it is a memory or a story I have forgotten about I will share it with you all tomorrow, or if its crazy good and I can’t wait later today. 🙂 I am just so happy today, not really sure why, my body doesn’t feel 100% but there is just great joy in my spirit. I guess happiness has less to do with your body and more with your heart and what you truly love in this world. Happiness is about knowing what is important in all the mess around you. I posted this quote on my facebook yesterday “Youth is more in the mind and heart then the body” it was something I said to a coworker but now today I think I would say “happiness is more in the mind and the heart than the body,” at least that is what I felt this morning as I woke with a scratchy throat and a happy heart.

Until Then…

My addiction

I am addicted to the written word, I can’t go a day without writing something, either a blog or writing a quote down in my quote book but my hand can’t rest and neither can my mind until I write something each day. When I started this blog I wondered if was going to be able to keep it up, and do this for a year and now I don’t know if I have enough time in my life to express and say all the things I want to. Yeah I still have days where I stare at a piece of paper or a blank screen and have nothing but still this is part of the draw and the process as well. To go from blank to blundering over the keys because there is just to much to say, its all part of the draw of what I do. I am looking forward to the day when I can sit down in front of a keyboard and just let everything pour out of me, all day long. Part of the reason I have not been able to do this I don’t have a day in my schedule that would allow me to do that and I have not stretch myself to the point of being able to achieve it, yet. Writing is kinda like training for  a marathon I think, you have to start small, you can’t start out running all 26 miles of it the first day, you have to start with a mile or two, that I why I started a blog so I could work my way up to the marathon day, as it where, I still have a long way to go but I am excited about it, I can see it becoming a possibility. There is such peace and excitement in writing, that I personally find in so few things. The endless potential of this art is so intoxicating. I wonder everyday where it will take me to next, I can create anything I can imagine and I can share it with anyone who will listen. Words are free, really the words themselves do not cost us anything, they are not money, they are ideas, they are emotions, they are moments, and yet so much more. Money cannot make them or create them, the heart and hand of the writer creates them and then casts them out for the world to see. A writer is not complete without his audience. Would you be the audience to my addiction? I warn you, you may see more then you bargained for, but you may also find something you never knew you where longing for. I make no promised but this one thing, There will be more to come…

Until Then…

Deeper thoughts

I am a deeper well then you can swim in

I am a rushing current of emotions

I am a stronger tower then you have ever tried to siege

I am fragile like porceline

I weap when I am strong

And laugh when I break

Mysteries make up my dreams

And dreams fill my days

Battles waged with words

And weapon of silence clash

Your eyes and lips haunt my visions

Oh how the time has passed

Find me in a place unnamed

Take me to land far away

Kiss me with your words

Speak with actions of tender love

There is much left to say but so little I can do

Know that when my body is at its stillest my mind races the fastest.

Fear guides me to my victory

And mans praise leads me to my foley.

I am rarely understand

But told I am not confusing

I am structured out of irony

And clothed in confusion

Until Then…

Passion

What is passion,

Why is it that some seam to have more passion in there lives then others?

Where does it come from?

How is it born?

It’s a product of the Mind…

It’s a product of the Heart…

And a Product of the Eye…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Passion is something that is uniquely human, it is a gift that must be guarded and tended to. It will die if not feed and nurtured, some seam to have more passion because they have cared for there passion more than you have. If you think that a passionate life while just happen you have missed the whole idea. Passion is a believe, it is a choice, it is a life style that says there is something more worth living for than the survival of the human race.

I am passionate about writing, because I give myself to the art and journey of words and their power over the heart and mind. Use the right words at the write time and you have the Gettysburg address, Shakespeares St Crispians day speech, and Martin Luther Kings Jr’s I had a dream speech, but use the same words in a different arrangement and instead of inspiration you have words of hate and destruction. It’s not the voices that use the words that give them power it’s the mind that crafts them. I can craft such words for you, words that would make you weep and words that could make you dance with pure joy. I have passion for writing because I have given my mind to the understanding and pursuit of it. I have passion for writing because I have give my heart over to the words that stir up all the hidden things in my heart. I have passion for writing because I have trained my eyes to see it and to look for it everywhere I go, I have given my eyes to the small print and the large that makes up all the words in the world. That is where passion is born, in determination and commitment to something that is too big to grasp but grasp at it you do, none the less. I will never be able to write all the words that are within me but I will not keep a single one inside any longer than I have to. I will pour out the words like it is water from an unending fountain, I will give my words, they are my blood, my life, my legacy. Freely I will share them with all you will listen, all who will read them and all those who will love them as I do. Words are my passion.

Some people say ‘I found my passion when…’ But I don’t believe thats how its supposed to work. Go out and make your passion, create it with your choices, with your mind, soul and body. Give yourself to your passion, don’t wait for it to find you, go seek after it and you will find it. You have it within you to live passionately , you simply have to choice it.

Until Then…