Blind dates

I think we fail to realize that the only thing that the human spirit needs is love.  It craves and wants to be love above all else . I t is a need like oxygen, without it we all will die-well we all die anyway, however at least getting there will feel better sharing all with an other soul.

All the entries that I am reading tells me that-and it has nothing to do with –looks,  age,  income,  social standing  or the myriads of  the other judgmental opinions we have about each other as humans, as  that often is really  the sin; which translated is -“missing the mark”- All that matters is that spark, that word or action  brings about and that which that turns everything on- the fire in the heart and the soul. So-in my culture we say-“every  sack with a hole  will  find its own patch”-we all will if we look hard enough-or willing enough to see deeper than the shallow physical-. For it is the mirage of the physical for which we so often miss the mark.

S0- my view forget all else simply listen to the whispers of the soul when you meet that other-blindly, be it online, on the phone  or in a dark restaurant; be open minded and see that we all have our foible, quirks and quarks and wonderful side as well. One never knows anything, nor where a way may lead....  Keep an open mind for fate, serendipity or synchronicity....above all-karma. Allow, allow, allow.

A contemplation

Contemplation time-
through heart and mind of Shakespeare....truly my very favourite piece ever.

The Young Ones

Yes –I have been in a very dark space the past year, and sleep escapes me most nights. Strange thoughts wander through the caverns of my mind.  The winds of change is hard to accept. My soul is so very heavy-I just want to escape from it. Just yesterday I was sitting behind those oak desks-writing with a fountain pen. Today life is filled with disillusionment and false promises-the shine is tarnished. 

Nothing is true what was promised. The world was filled with magic, hope and desire way back then. We would conquer the world-we would be different, we would be special, we would live forever, we would never grow old. I always believed that life would always be fun, a journey to be discovered, a mystery to unravel.  No obstacle, nor any challenge would impede the success that seemed to be within grasp. Fear and despair would never touch me. Pain nor heartache would never be in my vernacular-only the radiance of love. "Invincible" was the motto on my standard. Now that very standard lies among the ashes of my broken dreams.

Oh, how wrong I was. Remember the song of Cliff Richard: The young Ones-the lyrics buzzes around in my head on a loop. At the time when it was a hit, I distinctly remember thinking about the words-with my barely teenage brain, that time seemed so far away-in essence an impossible reality-I distinctly said to myself : “Never”.

And I sadly have to confess that I have far outrun the time of the words. “Never” has arrived full force-with unimaginable reality. "Never" shall we be  called the young ones again. 

And now what? Like the British shows title-I seem to be: " Waiting for God". Maybe? -Though He seems to have left the building....


The young ones,
Darling we're the young ones,
And young ones shouldn't be afraid.
To live, love
While the flame is strong,
For we won't be the young ones very long.
Tomorrow,
Why wait till tomorrow,
Tomorrow sometimes never comes.
Love, me,
There's a song to be sung
And the best time is to sing while we're young.
Once in every lifetime
Comes a love like this.
I need you and you need me.
Oh my darling can't you see.
Young dreams
Should be dreamed together,
Young hearts shouldn't be afraid.
And some day when the years have flown
Darling, this will teach the young ones of our own.
The young ones
Darling, we're the young ones
The young ones
Darling, we're the young ones.

Musings on love

Profound questions.  Would you know if someone you have loved deeply is no longer in this world? Would you know that they have left this earthly existence? Would you feel the lack of their presence? Would you feel them beside you? Would you actually know that they are gone? Would you lack their energy? Would you crave their light? Would you have regrets of things you should have done, should have said ? Would you think of them often, more so then before? Would you miss their physical presence? And that most profound, spiritual question-are they really gone? Or are they still present? These philosophical questions haunt the human soul-be it consciously or unconsciously. Incomprehensible to accept annihilation of that which was filled with that divine spark, that energy that is life may cease to exist forever.

So many things comprise love-don`t they? We often come to terms with it once we have lost the one that we should have cherished. No one bad word is ever said at a funeral, only good. Why is that? Why can`t we cherish the present value what we have, accept the love offered to us through grace? All these questions plaque my mind as I recall the people I love-even the ones whom are gone. For love is always in the present tense, never in the past.

Love can never be undone, if we truly loved. If it does unwind, it never was. Some connections that seem like love are simply a mirage of love-for we so desire it that we actually see it, feel it, smell it. Our desire is so strong in wanting love that we create all the imaginings of our soul-for love is the flower of the heart and the fruit of the soul. Spirit creates what is not there-for the desire is so strong that it overcomes its limitations to see the truth. It sees that which never was.  But then the question is-which of these things are true-none or all?  
 

Am I a butterfly dreaming  that I am man, or am I man dreaming that I am butterfly. The eternal question-is all in this world reality or illusion –which is the real world that we inhabit? Food for thought-however what gives me solace is that no energy ever ceases it only transforms and goes on. Including consciousness.