There are kindred souls
In all peoples.
Spirits of Belonging,
One sister was my fathers pick.
My other was my mothers.
I guess that left me somewhere in between.
Life is a long hard road
when you’re so young
and you don’t know which way to go.
Somewhere deep down you know
That you’re lost and nowhere is a friend.
Mattered not the frame of mind
for deep, way down inside
a spirit cried.
Even through this existential despair
an attitude was formed.
I didn’t need any of them.
There was no God.
How could someone who loved me
throw me into such a plight?
For me, time stood still.
Somewhere at the center of it all
I came up lacking, never full.
The worse thing, I was never here,
in balance with the creators reality.
So it was for many a year.
I had quit crying for love
How could I know a non-existent thing?
It was a road stretching into nowhere.
The quest for being emerged in a Buddhist book
And a ray of light opened in me
If I could only know then perhaps I’d be satisfied,
A reason for everything somewhere could be seen.
So in sandaled feet I walked the Earth
Forgotten was the child within.
It was not for others perhaps, but was with me.
Then one day, I gained my place
Or so it seemed.
Deep, still, down inside
The pleasures of Earth could not fill.
The void when I closed my eyes
Grew far, grew wide,
Was this all there was?
I felt lost and turned to take my
Wants where I found them.
Now drinking began to fill my time
For time loomed long into a far, distant destiny.
Late, when the sun was gone, on a winters eve,
I found my spirit or it found me.
Up mountain, down hill, every direction
I had it, it had me.
All my life had come to be,
Perhaps freedom was for me.
“This could be a good time!”
“There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are torn apart and will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore push off into the middle of the rivers, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water. And I say, see who is there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.”
“The time for the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.”
“We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
-unnamed Hopi elder-
This concept can become positive rather than negative if you realize that today is the yesterday of tomorrow. So if I do some ‘energy’ gifts, and mental clarity today, then tomorrow, when it becomes today, will contain that which in the past was able to give insight, energy and propellant for today and tomorrow.
Take the space between the time to plant a deed or a seed which will bring life energy!
This will make the past full of impetus for the expanding ‘life space’ we personally live in, instead of the past always telling you what you should be doing or not doing in order to have a tomorrow or ever a ‘free’ day.