***A GAME – AUGUST 21, 2015***

A Waking Soul Walking

(or)

A walking Soul Awakening

(With the help of a few of this Journey’s Reflections)

FAITH – GABRIELLE

I remember (said the little one within)

When Faith was the only way to realize life.

But lately Faith has taken a beating

In my world.

Faith has been hurled into the

flames of doubt and fear

and there is nothing here around me now

that says that we should walk otherwise…

Except in the shadow

Of Doubt and Despair

To find someone to care has become

A vision of non-reality…

The totality of all illusion

An intrusion on Soul walk has appeared

(and I don’t know how to play the game anymore.)

POETRY – CRYSTAL

Has the game gotten easier,

Or cheesier,

Or sleazier since

You began to play by writing?

Remember when it was exciting to face

Your friends and yourself

With words from the

Heart to the page?

When did the stage change?

When did the silly words arrange themselves from a

Source of play

Into the way

We looked at life,

Little soul?

Did you know that living

Would turn out that way?

That what you had to say in fun

Would become a run

Of hellish ways?

Gone are the days

When words

Were simply what they seemed

And not a cloth

To wrap your dreams in…

OBSTINATE – DWIGHT

When we were two

The thing to do

With mom and dad

Was to hear what they had to say

And walk the other way!

To push the envelope

As far as we dared

Before it teared

In delicious ways!

Interesting ways to find

If life worked blindly or

Had a vision that made sense.

Circumstantial evidence,

Most of it anyway.

The day my parents

Thought I was doing okay

Was the day

To play a different game!!!

All the same…

Life somehow found a way

To shut down my

Creativity

To force me to see

Through the eyes of “reality.”

(A totality of shutting down

The inner me I came to be…)

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE – KRYSTAL

What would we say

Sweet little soul

If we could throw our young wisdom

Into a bottle to the future...

To our grown up self???

Would IT shelf the simple words

As nonsense not

Worthy of times contemplation?

Or

Would an elation of sorts

Finally dawn in the head

Of one fed up with the game

That has become so unbearable?

What terrible answer

Would we send to shake ONE

From the DREAM?

Seems to me that all we need

Are a few little words

To remind the future me…

((See yourself as you used to…

Innocent – clear –

A dear companion to be around

When no one else is there…

Care enough about you

To be able to love all you are

No matter what!

You deserve it…))

ETERNITY – RICCI

The walk of

A quabillion miles

Begins with just one step…

(Then you take it brave one!)

I am done playing this game

Of Illusion

And I feel I will stay right here

Thank you

Where the clock can just simply

Tick away.

I’m not going to play anymore.

I’ve been searching for

So long on this Journey

And Eternity never seems to appear…

Only past and future matter

And I am not getting any fatter

On eating from their plates.

They are empty and unloving guests

Blessed with the

Emptiness

Of immovable desires.

There is no fire there.

(As we sit, little soul,

Did you notice ETERNITY appear

In the NOW?

How come we never saw that before?

How could we ignore that

The NOW never ends?

Isn’t that what Eternity

Sends us as

Confirmation?)

BALANCE & TRUST – Pamela

I (we) walk over here –

I (we) walk over there-

I (we) care not what happens

Or what gets in the way.

I (we) stay.

I (we) go

And I (we) never seem to

Know a blessed thing.

Except we keep falling

And losing our way.

When you walked as a wee one

Little soul

Your steps were so wobbly

And unsure!

It would have been nice to

Have a cure

For such inability…

But it was too fun to laugh

At your reality right then!

So close to the ground…

You always found a way back up

And away.

You played so beautifully out of balance!

Our trust in you

Always is there.

Your willingness to

Face your imbalances

Is the stairway

To Trust’s success.

Balance will always come

When you leave

Disbelief alone

And find a way up

To walk again on your own.

Believe!

CONSTIPATION – Tracy

I’m stuck

(you say…)

No way are you going anywhere

Until

Your let go of your poop

And fill that diaper

Little one!!!

Is it fun

Not letting go

Of the things that slow you down?

I guess I shouldn’t laugh

At this juncture of your path…

I too,

Feel so full of crap

So many days!!!

It stays and it stays and it stays

Until those around me

Are simply exhausted!!!

Ah… this, too, shall pass…

BAG BALM – Deborah

The walk (I must say) Has gotten away

From the course I initially

Thought I pursued.

It has been a bit rude lately.

No.

Downright hurtful

And crazy

And a wee bit on

The confusing side.

I often wish I had

A huge bag of balm

By my side

To reach into and feel

The healing aura

Of it’s ways

When the bruises and pains

Are too hard to bear...

(Beside me, is another carrying

My healing

In the vessel they abide in...

And unknowingly

Striving to keep it as their own

When it works only when they share?)

What am I carrying that they could use?

Why did Life choose

This way to play?

We don’t get our gifts

Until we give them away???

QUATERNARY – Paul

I  see in this dance

I am given the chance to stretch out…

To set doubt aside and

Confide in the wisdom of

Others playing Life’s game.

To see from their eyes!

To realize yet

Another aspect of being…

Of seeing there is so much

More than we could ever hope to conceive…

And so, until we KNOW

We must believe…

In trust unwavering,

I trust in the source

And the savoring they must receive

In helping me learn even more…

So we google the score…

qua·ter·nar·y

 (kwŏt′ər-nĕr′ē, kwə-tûr′nə-rē)

adj.

1. Consisting of four; in fours.

2. Quaternary Of, relating to, or being the period of geologic time from about 2.6 million years ago to the present, the more recent of the two periods of the Cenozoic Era. It is characterized by the appearance and development of humans and includes the Pleistocene and Holocene Epochs. See Table at geologic time.

3. Chemistry Relating to a nonhydrogen atom bonded to four other nonhydrogen atoms, especially to four carbon atoms: a quaternary nitrogen atom.

n. pl. qua·ter·nar·ies

1. The number four.

2. The member of a group that is fourth in order.

3. Quaternary The Quaternary Period.

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[Latin quaternārius, from quaternī, by fours, from quater, four times; see k^wetwer- in Indo-European roots.]

So, Little soul,

What impresses you most?

(The epoch of Humans

That Earth now will host)

So what do our billions

Of human souls boast?

We will either accept US

Or the whole race is toast…

TETRAHEDRAL – Elizabeth

tet•ra•he•dral (ˌtɛ trəˈhi drəl)

adj.

1. pertaining to or having the form of a tetrahedron.

2. having four lateral planes in addition to the top and bottom.

[1785–95]

Again with the four

What great truth is in store

In the vision I see

That will work best for me?

I see here a kite

Or a plane that we made

When we played in the schoolhouse

In youthful charade.

The four was a number

we found oft to be

a resonator of balance

so we went out to see

where TRUTH might be hiding,

where FACT might not dare

to damper

the feelings

I (we) found out there…

FINALLY – Kevin

If the walk of a quabillion miles

Begins with a single step,

It never seems to end.

I can send thought back,

Is the finale found at birth?

I can send thought ahead

Does the finale end

At death?

I (we) sense an illusion

An intrusion

On this dream

Called Earth Life.

This Eternal walk

That never seems to end

When I learn to walk that way.

Still, I (we) have to say

That to stop for a while

To take it all in

Is a blessing of sorts…

A time to consort  with my learning.

To turn that which seemed loss

Into gain.

To remain  for a time where I am

And to see

That All of the walk

Is expressed now

As ME.

BKB  8-21-2015   7:44 AM