They Wait For Us

word
noun
1.  a unit of language, consisting of one or more spoken sounds or their written representation, that functions as a principal carrier of meaning. Words are composed of one or more morphemes and are either the smallest units susceptible of independent use or consist of two or three such units combined under certain linking conditions
Every day they come to us, our lips, minds, and hearts.
They release us from the past.  Capture us in the present.  Potentially imprisoning us of future.
Ultimately giving us the choice to follow a different pathway.  To risk, soar, fly.
They wait for us to free ourselves into the light and take the helm of our destiny.
Our true story.
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Waiting Words~Photo by Trupti

 

A World Without, There Is No Me

lyr·ic
noun
1.  a lyric poem

 

2.  the words of a song
adjective
1.  (of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a song like outpouring of the poet’s own thoughts and feelings,as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry
2.  (of a voice) relatively light of volume and modest in range
3.  pertaining to or writing lyric poetry
What do you love?  What would existence be in absence of this love?  Have you thought about it?
I have.
It’s a world unimaginable to me but one day it could be.  And because of this moment of knowing, I want to nurture, encourage, and immerse into it fully.  Losing myself in it’s measured composition.  Each lyric resonating the current it sails through me.
 Without the words, there is no song…without you, there is no me.

 

There’ll Be No…

 

If you ever leave me, baby,
Leave some morphine at my door
‘Cause it would take a whole lot of medication
To realize what we used to have,
We don’t have it anymore.

There’s no religion that could save me
No matter how long my knees are on the floor(Ooh)
So keep in mind all the sacrifices I’m makin’
To keep you by my side
To keep you from walkin’ out the door.

‘Cause there’ll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There’ll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same, if you walk away
Everyday it’ll rain, rain, ra-a-a-ain

I’ll never be your mother’s favorite
Your daddy can’t even look me in the eye
Ooh, if I was in their shoes, I’d be doing the same thing
Sayin’ “There goes my little girl
Walkin’ with that troublesome guy”

But they’re just afraid of something they can’t understand
Ooh, but little darlin’ watch me change their minds
Yeah for you I’ll try I’ll try I’ll try I’ll try
I’ll pick up these broken pieces ’til I’m bleeding
If that’ll make you mine

‘Cause there’ll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There’ll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same, if you walk away
Everyday it’ll rain, rain, ra-a-a-ain

Oh, don’t just say (don’t just say) goodbye (goodbye),
Don’t just say (don’t just say) goodbye (goodbye)
I’ll pick up these broken pieces ’til I’m bleeding
If that’ll make it right

‘Cause there’ll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There’ll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same, if you walk away
Everyday it’ll rain, rain, ra-a-a-ain

To Save Me From Myself

save
verb (used with object)
1.  Computers~ to copy (a file) from RAM onto a disk or other storagemedium.
2. Sports~ to stop (a ball or puck) from entering one’s goal.
3. to avoid the spending, consumption, or waste of  
4. to set aside, reserve
5. to rescue from danger or possible harm, injury, or loss
6. to keep safe, intact, or unhurt; safeguard; preserve
7.  Theology~to deliver from the power and consequences of sin.8.
to keep from being lost
New month beginning inspirations coming on like a locomotive.  Fast and with frenzy, thoughts rush in.  Just how easy it could have been to have gone off the track?  Be derailed forever.
How is it some have a clarity that others can not SEE?  Why does it take some longer to find this level of clarity?  Does everyone eventually find their own clarity, even if it’s literally at the end of everything?
Or are some lost forever in this battle of good vs.evil?
I’ll start with this, I know I don’t know the answers to these questions definitively.  What I do know is that only when I wanted to change did things occur.  Taking all my life’s reflections and putting them to work from within and working my way out.  UGH.  Slow, patient, and often painful steps out of the well I had fallen into.
But not all of us survive long enough to come to this realization.
I know I was fortunate.  Very lucky or is it blessed?
Only when I wanted to change deeply enough did it happen.  What helped in opening my eyes to the reality I had created?  What brought me back?
My Wonderwall.
To say thank you for this is beyond words or actions.  A gift of this significance can only be repaid and respected appropriately by living everyday with perseverance, passion, and gratitude.
The power it takes to propel someone to a higher level of understanding, acceptance, and clarity is a sign of “the force”.  But to keep someone from being lost forever…to save them from themselves, is a power from the beyond.
To My Love, Thank you.

Yes, please.

444
Angel Messages~Photo by Trupti
“Significance & Meaning Of Angel Number 444. The recurring angel number 444 means honesty and inner-wisdom. This is a sign that the angels are sending you, to encourage you to continue to work hard and pursue your passions. 444 represents you rigorous goal-seeking and applauds you for your drive.”

The Realization Of Oneness

still·ness
noun
1.  the absence of movement or sound
Stillness
Stillness~Photo by Trupti
“In the stillness of your presence, you can feel your own formless and timeless reality as the unmanifested life that animates your physical form. You can then feel the same life deep within every other human and every other creature. You look beyond the veil of form and separation. This is the realization of oneness. This is love.”
~Eckhart Tolle

 

Maybe There’s A God Above

heav·en  
–noun
1. the abode of god, the angels, and the spirits of the righteous after death;the place or state of existence of the blessed after the mortal life
2. heavens~
     a. used interjectionally to express emphasis, surprise, etc.
     b. a wooden roof or canopy over the outer stage of an Elizabethan theater
3. The sky, firmament, or expanse of space surrounding the earth
4. a place or state of supreme happiness
Supreme.  Wow.  Have you had that?  Something supreme.  Have you felt this?
Contrary to it’s assumed positive undertone, it’s impact is best made in the darkest of times.  Why?  Maybe because it’s at our most desperate, we are able to SEE.  To see with clarity.  This is what I believe. This conclusion didn’t come easy though.
I avoided it for a long time.  Why?  Because I wanted to believe in something.  I had a vision.  A vision which I always believed in.  But then it was gone forever, before even beginning, never to be a reality.  It died.  It died just within my grasp.
When something dies, it creates a pain.  A pain to carry.  You just carry it wherever you go.  A constant weight on the heart, which you pretend isn’t there.  Pretending.
But as most things ignored, it won’t be ignored for too long.  And when that moment arrives, it’s frightening, isolating, and baring.  Exposing one’s most intimate fears and beauty.  Both full and knowing.  Knowing you need to SEE both, to survive what you carry.
Alas, there is a purpose to the pain.
My mission is to understand that purpose.  If that’s possible.  It might take days or it might take eternity.  But one thing is clear, I look upwards and onward …and know exactly why.
Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah [x4]
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor (you know)
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah