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Infinite Questions For The Universe

Published September 7, 2018 by tindertender

In the space outside of time there are those who sound as adults, and also those who sound very young. Even though this is the case, they seem to be older than I still, all of them.

My questions seem to have no end.

I wonder how old I am, actually. When I shed this flesh and bone body I am curious to find out how many ‘actual’ years I have existed … of course, in the land beyond time how would one even measure that?

I visited the starry sky one night and there was another there. I suggested we go to the earth and walk a trail between two boulders, this was viewed as a hole opened in the night sky and the sun shown on this space. The grass was tall and it was so beautiful. He said he could not, for there was ‘dirt’ there.

While speaking with him I felt as though I was just a teenager, rebellious and intent on exploration, on having fun. I wonder if this is the walk I chose and here I am. It didn’t wind up being as fun as I thought it would be I guess. Although there have been those moments of great peace, usually while in the wilderness, birds singing, wind blowing, and waters flowing by with the sun glistening off its movement.

I have always been a head strong gal, sometimes foolishly running straight into dangerous territory. Either too naive to be aware of that which could harm, or daring that darkness to come for me.

Funny how it goes, and how it has been. Not funny ha-ha, but odd in a way. Has it simply been done because my subconscious knows I need to stuff as many different experiences into this life, this time, or has it truly been a haphazard and careless way?

Whatever it has been, the forward movement must continue. There is still time to cram many more experiences into this reality.

I am excited to find out how ‘young’ I actually am though.

One day, some time, beyond this realm.

 

War & Peace

Published March 10, 2018 by tindertender

I’ve said many times and truly believe that war will never bring peace. Yet when I look to the galaxy and the universe and beyond, I remember being told about the way planets are born, stars are destroyed, galaxies birthed and so on.

big-bang

This explosion of stars, constant reconstruction … is this the equivalent to wars on earth? If so, would life cease if chaos no longer existed? It seems destruction is necessary for the birthing of something new, for change to take place.

Perhaps world wide love and compassion are not possible after all. But oh how I wish it were … and so I will continue to live life to the best of my ability in order to align with this desire.

Odd, how these moments of silence give way to possibilities. Who needs television anyway?

Journey Back To Center

Published January 11, 2018 by tindertender

Mystical Clock

When my time comes
Will you still love me,
Or will you toss me aside
Like a worn out shoe?

Days and nights
Made of hours and minutes
Visited by seekers
Wanting answers I cannot give.

I clean, I wait.
I work, rest, and ponder what is.
Inside I know the way,
Consciously I do not remember.

I chuckle sometimes
At the clever weaving of knowledge.
It really could not be any better,
In and out of dreams.

Awake, I am curious,
Am I sleeping?
Asleep seems more like waking,
A journey escalated.

A journey escalated,
Questions chosen for time.
Time winds down once more,
Few seem to care.

Senses are embraced,
For soon they will not be.
Sooner than I dare say,
Reboot.

Important Questions

Published December 18, 2017 by tindertender

Important questions
Is it possible to be patient and kind to ones self, while (seemingly) so many others are not able to be patient and kind, showing instead hostility?

Is it true, that if in a room with a hostile person, that same hostility will be absorbed by others in the room?

Is it possible to cultivate inner peace while battling negativity, or does the negativity negate any attempt at inner peace?

Does anyone really know?

The Wind Blows

Published July 29, 2017 by tindertender

The wind blows on a hot dry day.
“Where shall I go, what shall I do?” she pondered.

Beauty in the park.
She will visit a park so large she couldn’t possibly see it all in one day.
Pictures will be taken ~ with a phone, with a camera, with her eyes and mind.

These still images, and sometime moving, will be collected
and shared with others … here, and there.

Time is an allowance to see, to sense, to collect data.
The state of this world will be intimately known,
and revealed in the space between, for an in depth
and personal telling of truth, as each has seen it.

As the wind blows, collection of memories taken from
the park, from a monastery, from a farmers market ~
All people from many walks, observed, connected with
and loved … Gratefulness comes over her.

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