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We
join spokes together in a wheel, but it's the center hole that makes the
wagon move.
We shape clay into a jar, but it's the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. We hammer wood for a house, but it's the inner space that makes it livable. We work with being, but non-being is what we use. So often we forget what is important and what is not. This is when we need reminders. These reminders come in all manner of ways and it is up to us to recognize them for what they are. She who is centered...can go where she wishes without danger. She perceives the universal harmony, even amid great pain, because she has found peace in her heart.. The choice is yours.
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send this voice for the benefit of all Creation....
Grandmother, I will live with all my relations..."
"Nothing is easier than self-deceit. .." (Demosthenes) |
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"It may not lead you to where you thought you were going, but it will always lead you somewhere better. When ignored, it will eventually show itself. The closeness of your relationships is directly proportional to the degree to which you have revealed the truth about yourself. It can be painful." ~ Source Unknown ~ |
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Crying
Souls
Do
you hear the sadness as it races across the winds?
Can you hear the crying that happens within? Can you see the hurt and pain within my eyes? They grow dark and dim, as heavily clouded dark skies. There is a constant battle with many souls, There is pain that has long grown old. Inside there are voices that express many fears, All with different faces, and many tears. The heart within this body aches and grows old. From the crying of the many souls. There are six that linger in my mind, All alike, yet different in places and time. They find no rest or happiness, The grow unsettled with fear that never grows less. Trust is a hard word for them to understand, It is hard for them to let go and take a loving hand. Pain, abuse and nights filled with unspeakable terror, Are all I see when I look into life's infinite mirror. If happiness is alive, where is it in my life? Where is the love and joy and why all this pain and strife? Each day is always the same, Each day feelings of pain always remain. And each day as I grow more and more old, I hear the pain and sorrow in the Crying Souls. © Copyright 1989 Renee Womble |
