***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.
[Latin quaternārius, from quaternī, by fours, from quater, four times; see kwetwer- 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
