There is a crack in everything #84

"Anthem"

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.

L.Cohen

YES.........there always is.

Paradox #83

The thoughts wander within the caverns of my mind endlessly haunting me like lost ghosts in the wilderness. Sleep escapes me as I am ever aware of so many things that torture my heart with memories-real and imagined.  I have lost track of the real and the unreal, for I don`t know the difference any more. I question my sanity. I tear the thoughts out one by one from the fabric of my spirit-as each memory removes my lifeblood drop by drop as I purposefully mangle my soul. The pain is agonizing, yet it is soothing. The rawness, the ache, the torture of my spirit is so welcoming, it is almost ecstasy. What pleasure is there in this pain? What joy in this suffering? What strange sensation is this? Why do I feel so? What paradox? What game of the gods is this as they play this eternal chess? Never can peace be allowed to live.

I wonder what life remains in the soul when all of of its content is wrung out like a piece of laundry. Its very last drop of its life blood drained. Does anything remain of its original spirit? Of its heart? Of its life? Or it simply ceases  to be. All of its existence erased from the memory of the world. Yes-even its very shadow of its being. But then why all? Why exist at all if nothing remains?

Life in a Love

Life In A Love

Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?

It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

-Robert Browning

2014....birth of Firebird #81

 
On this Feast of the Mother of God.The Solemnity of Mary.

I adore new years, especially this one! The year of the "Firebird "!...in reality "year of the green wooden horse", I am referring to my own birth-my own, new beginning.

Ever--new chances, new changes and new adventures. Letting go of the past, of the baggage and embarking on a new vision quest-all past is left behind. This is the reason for being--for my life! So much has happened in the past days it just blows the mind--but hey my life has been great, this year even better in every way. I am so blessed, so grateful and so very lucky. My heart is filled with love, with joy, miracles, excitement and wonder at the future which I know is filled with treasures of the heart and of life and new titles.

The plans are laid well-that is always the first step, the rest follows for when the intention is there magic happens. And it is. Regrets--none, for without the previous steps I would not be here--no looking back with all the new unfolding of my life. I am happy, contented and loved. All is now possible.

Blessed be God forever--each moment more special than the previous. I know all things are possible!!
...thus is my name
Firebird

Echo of love #80

Once upon a time there was a soul created in the image of his Master. He was blessed with whit, knowledge, understanding and wisdom as this living creation possessed the essence of all that was good, that what was pure, that which was the light of creation—for that was the promise of the Master of the universe.

The spirit grew within , opening up within the living heart like a flower-joy, peace, love and tranquility reigned in this heart as the Master`s present above all was –free will to do and experience all of the Master`s joys, loves and pleasure without restriction. This was the very spark of divinity, of the eternal, of the endless and limitless—of the reason of existence itself.

One day-the Master sent  a companion, someone to reflect back like a mirror all the thoughts, deeds, actions and experiences—for without this all was hollow, empty;  as love cannot –will not exist by itself, except through sharing. Thus was the Master`s gift to his creation-this was in fact the very breath of life itself, for before all was but an empty shell,  a clay vessel simply filled with just the echo of love itself—without substance.

All proceeded well, and paradise was gained for a time-and love blossomed and grew and the light was getting ever brighter, reflecting the very essence of the Master himself. Happiness, contentment and glory of the Master reigned in the hearts of the reflected –being both the mirror and the mirrored of each other; for truly I tell you—the two were truly one in all and every way. The true –“all”, the very idea of all experiences realized. The ideal and the will of the Master, his wish for his creation—his very own glory.

But—twilight descended onto spirit, a  seed of jealousy and rage was germinating in the heart for its own reflection; thus moment by moment the light that shone from the flower of spirit was being dimmed by the emergence of darkness. The light within the mirror wanted to posses, to capture the mirrored in its entirety—for surely possessing all that “is”;  was the understanding  of the very soul of the Master; what he failed to understand is that the more he gave away of himself, the more he possessed the light.

Sadly it is not. The truth is that capturing, tethering light is simply imprisonment—and light cannot be chained for it will then be extinguished-it can only grow through freedom, compassion, understanding, forgiveness, mercy, truth—for that what love and loving is. All else is simply the echo of love and will ever be so; all chasing it are dreamers of the impossible dream.

Once the lover and the loved have become one—that is the time when the Master rejoices in his creation ; it is then and only then that the echo of love begets its own very soul and sings the praises of its Creator God. Yes—and God is glorified in heaven by his very creation experiencing his own self. Thus is love personified—through realization; but the fire of love inflames as well as destroys; it is all consuming unless it is allowed to exist within its own free will.

Or it just dies; for love is only love if you give it away.


Oscar Hammerstein II was right;

“A bell's not a bell 'til you ring it - A song's not a song 'til you sing it - Love in your heart wasn't put there to stay - Love isn't love 'til you give it away!”

Without love I am nothing.....#79

 

 

1 Corinthians 13

13 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. ² If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. ³ If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

⁴ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
⁸ Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. ⁹ For we know in part and we prophesy in part, ¹⁰ but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. ¹¹ When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. ¹² For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
¹³ And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Epitaph #77

"We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the hills we could climb were just seasons out of time.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach".

Somebody that I love deeply has died recently most unexpectedly; I buried him today. My heart is broken-part of my heart is gone with him. I am devastated, saddened.  It is the most painful thing to lose love-but it is always inevitable. I am happy that I experienced love, being loved is a profound experience; a gift from God, which few experience; it is a special blessing. So very much is locked away in my heart, and my spirit soars to heights unimagined. Regrets, I have none... may angels keep you safe, and your journey filled with light. I love you! Mourning you shall pass,  as all does with time and only the pure love shall remain-as God in His mercy always knows what is the best road for us.

I say not goodbye,  but adieu, adios, au revoir, aufweidersehn ....till we meet again in heaven.

I Heard Your Voice In The Wind Today 

I heard your voice in the wind today
and I turned to see your face;
The warmth of the wind caressed me
as I stood silently in place.

I felt your touch in the sun today
as its warmth filled the sky;
I closed my eyes for your embrace
and my spirit soared high.

I saw your eyes in the window pane
as I watched the falling rain;
It seemed as each raindrop fell
it quietly said your name.

I held you close in my heart today
it made me feel complete;
You may have died...but you are not gone
you will always be a part of me.

As long as the sun shines...
the wind blows...
the rain falls...
You will live on inside of me forever
for that is all my heart knows.