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Thursday, November 29, 2012

Unknown

What be this thing which be known, yet unknown. What be the answers to the questions, that all must face; but for fear, forbids the question. Be the unknown so frightening that we wish not to know, or contemplate what this answer really means. Still it comes to each of us in that time we all must face. Be it for lack of courage, or faith that we be blinded by that which has no light. Yet to sit in this darkness, must not be the answer. For if to live one must seek the answer which be the light; or in deep contemplation would not a swift end be the only way; to truly understand that which be unknown....

Saturday, June 16, 2012

The Bird’s Song

Life what be this thing we are brought into. Are we just flesh and blood; or be it that all there is that which happiness brings. It be said that what we seek, has and will be forever beyond that which has already been ordained Yet we still believe that in us live that which be lives unchained. When we ourselves carry the weight of our chains till our last breath taken. Such be the simple things sight unseen; still we seek that which is not ours. See you not the beauty of the birds in flight, do they seek more. Yet they go about their life in the blink of an eye; never knowing of their chains. The beauty of the flower that stirs the soul. It’s path chosen by that which be ordained. But to what end the flower seeks but to live and bring its beauty. Still we seek that which be not our path. Given, yet not the achievement we seek. Yet if we do not search what be the prize; a life free from hardship and pain. Be it then we seek what the flower brings, and the bird’s song…

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Quest

Magical, some would call it madness. Yet those who do not dream; be this lack of vision, or the mind just refusing to see. Two legs as if giant pistons in the heat of the sun. Pain with the expression of "weakness leaving the body" ever onward the wheels turn. Birds singing their welcome and encouragement. Mile after mile the trees lend their shade to this quest. Sights, sounds, and shade from the burning of the sun; the trees beckon me onward. All that is seen and heard gives its strength to the giant pistons. Can you not see the dream unfold, this mighty quest moving ever forward.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Welded Iron

Welded Iron

Brother to brother for such a short time; and yet like iron. As are the shortness of days when walked; we did together as brothers. This iron welded, by the hand of man; yet could not be broken. For the outstretched hand offered can not be turned away. So to our hands like iron welded, which none can destroy, save one of us. In this short time many trails we have seen, unyielding. We stood not by that which is friend; but as brothers. Still how be it that we did not know the broken trail would so quickly be upon us. So great is the sadness of never seeing another new trail as brothers. Still not knowing or seeing by those who would see not or know not of that which be that which is known. Pity, for they have never known the true meaning of the welded iron of brothers...