A Poem & a Holiday Message

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Reflecting Oh tender love, where do you lie" The hands of time are swiftly moving and yet you remain hiding in the vastness of the world. Becoming old and weary, I find that now reflecting brings sadness, nothing more. A perfect track record of combustable commitments and buries wishes. So easily cursed could be the gods or fate, but I and I alone have looked too hard, or not at all. Confusion is worn like a three piece suit. Life let me in with no effort at all, and with much exertion, I have accumulated mountains of nothingness. Shelves overflowing with blank page diarys. Perhaps I set expectations too high by wishing to experience a love filled hug. A substance filled poem. The rumble of thunder again is heard in the distance. ****** Now, for the good side of this; The holidays always get me down somewhat. I am no sage or teacher as some may think. I am a light within a human body, and with this comes so many things that we wish we could experience in this life. I think back and all I see are very productive deeds.... for others, never myself. I sit here with one dollar in the whole world, my only "blood" family is a lost and deluded daughter, and me and my car are racing to see which konks out forst lol. What I am

getting at here is this very very important message- What we are, who we are, this very moment is a cause of every decision and choice we have made up until now. We constantly are making self adjustments and the such. Also, even the things in life that happen which we have no control over; this also is our choice on how to handle it or respond to it. What we are or are not, we have no one to praise nor blame but ourselves. I made my choices which have always been to help others. I never took the time to find a self, and the many happinesses which come from this. I think on the self and in total truth, I cannot even conceive what this is. Funny yet true. So now, I roll around in all of the self made shadows I created along the way. It always seemed so important to make others happy and help as best I could, yet in doing this, I misssed life. So, use me and this post as a supreme example, that we MUST find time for ourselves. When we find

out who we are and embrace this, we can have a most happiness and joy filled journey. All I ask is yes yes yes, keep on helping others and praying for them, but just as equally important is finding time for yourself. All others are parts of us anyway (smiles). Compassion To All, Randy

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Randy,

I agree with you whole-heartedly. We are in this group because we are all helpers. Sometimes we forget to take care of ourselves. So I hope that you are starting to do things just for you. You're poetry is such an inspiration. I used to write and it just dried up. So when you read this post I hope you are beginning to take care of Randy!!

Love and Light,

Carole>> Reflecting> > > > Oh tender love,> where do you lie"> The hands of time> are swiftly moving> and yet you remain hiding > in the vastness> of the world.> > Becoming old and weary,> I find that now> reflecting brings sadness,> nothing more.> A perfect track record> of combustable commitments> and buries wishes.> > So easily cursed> could be the gods> or fate,> but I and I alone> have looked too hard,> or not at all.> Confusion is worn> like a three piece suit.> > Life let me in> with no effort at all,> and with much exertion,> I have accumulated> mountains of nothingness.> Shelves overflowing> with blank page diarys.> > Perhaps I set> expectations> too high> by wishing to experience> a love filled hug.> A substance filled poem.> The rumble of thunder> again is heard> in the distance.> > > ******> > > Now, for the good side of this;> The holidays always get me down somewhat. I am no sage or teacher as some may think. I am a light within a human body, and with this comes so many things that we wish we could experience in this life. I think back and all I see are very productive deeds.... for others, never myself. I sit here with one dollar in the whole world, my only "blood" family is a lost and deluded daughter, and me and my car are racing to see which konks out forst lol.> What I am getting at here is this very very important message-> What we are, who we are, this very moment is a cause of every decision and choice we have made up until now. We constantly are making self adjustments and the such. Also, even the things in life that happen which we have no control over; this also is our choice on how to handle it or respond to it. What we are or are not, we have no one to praise nor blame but ourselves. I made my choices which have always been to help others. I never took the time to find a self, and the many happinesses which come from this. I think on the self and in total truth, I cannot even conceive what this is. Funny yet true. So now, I roll around in all of the self made shadows I created along the way. It always seemed so important to make others happy and help as best I could, yet in doing this, I misssed life.> So, use me and this post as a supreme example, that we MUST find time for ourselves. When we find out who we are and embrace this, we can have a most happiness and joy filled journey. All I ask is yes yes yes, keep on helping others and praying for them, but just as equally important is finding time for yourself. All others are parts of us anyway (smiles).> > > > > Compassion To All,> Randy> > > ---------------------------------> Never miss a thing. Make your homepage.>

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Randy

When I read your poem I had to do a double take..I had written almost

the same ideas in a poem just the other night....the method was a

little different of course, since all of us are different. Like

snowflakes..art expresses differently through each..When you write " I

have looked too hard or maybe not at all.. " and the weariness in your

writing reflects as a more desperate feeling in mine..but that is

probably because of a feeling of running out of time...

Anyway..here is what I wrote..and it is speaking to the same principle

of...making sure you are taking time to look inside and care for that

part of yourself..My family blood consists of no one ..a lost daughter

who is desperately sick to the point that I cannot see her either..

I do have a husband and a fantastic poodle..the cat is great too..as

she drifts in and out as cats do..LOL.

Two Equals One

I need you in quiescent desperation

your essence calls

my higher self in anticipation

but in this form

I perceive cannot reach your station

your face etched in my soul

memory ignites

seductive fascination

Loneliness nags at me

like desolation

even though I know I'm not alone,

we are all One; a world congregation

yet you have a hold on me

the face I know

but have yet to see

don't keep me in privation

you are my destination

Etched in my recollections

I've hungered for you

in all my retrospections

like a veiled reminiscence

you're in my waking consciousness

and my quiet desperation

becomes a dangerous sensation

I'd do anything for you

walk the razor's edge

if that's what you wanted me to

I sense that is not what twin flames

put each other through

yearning.burning

yoked and provoked

by some One who may already Be

inside of Me..if I could see more

All things with perfect clarity

B.

>

> Reflecting

>

>

>

> Oh tender love,

> where do you lie "

> The hands of time

> are swiftly moving

> and yet you remain hiding

> in the vastness

> of the world.

>

> Becoming old and weary,

> I find that now

> reflecting brings sadness,

> nothing more.

> A perfect track record

> of combustable commitments

> and buries wishes.

>

> So easily cursed

> could be the gods

> or fate,

> but I and I alone

> have looked too hard,

> or not at all.

> Confusion is worn

> like a three piece suit.

>

> Life let me in

> with no effort at all,

> and with much exertion,

> I have accumulated

> mountains of nothingness.

> Shelves overflowing

> with blank page diarys.

>

> Perhaps I set

> expectations

> too high

> by wishing to experience

> a love filled hug.

> A substance filled poem.

> The rumble of thunder

> again is heard

> in the distance.

>

>

> ******

>

>

> Now, for the good side of this;

> The holidays always get me down somewhat. I am no sage or teacher

as some may think. I am a light within a human body, and with this

comes so many things that we wish we could experience in this life. I

think back and all I see are very productive deeds.... for others,

never myself. I sit here with one dollar in the whole world, my only

" blood " family is a lost and deluded daughter, and me and my car are

racing to see which konks out forst lol.

> What I am getting at here is this very very important message-

> What we are, who we are, this very moment is a cause of every

decision and choice we have made up until now. We constantly are

making self adjustments and the such. Also, even the things in life

that happen which we have no control over; this also is our choice on

how to handle it or respond to it. What we are or are not, we have no

one to praise nor blame but ourselves. I made my choices which have

always been to help others. I never took the time to find a self, and

the many happinesses which come from this. I think on the self and in

total truth, I cannot even conceive what this is. Funny yet true. So

now, I roll around in all of the self made shadows I created along the

way. It always seemed so important to make others happy and help as

best I could, yet in doing this, I misssed life.

> So, use me and this post as a supreme example, that we MUST find

time for ourselves. When we find out who we are and embrace this, we

can have a most happiness and joy filled journey. All I ask is yes yes

yes, keep on helping others and praying for them, but just as equally

important is finding time for yourself. All others are parts of us

anyway (smiles).

>

>

>

>

> Compassion

To All,

> Randy

>

>

> ---------------------------------

> Never miss a thing. Make your homepage.

>

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Dear Randy,

After I read your post, I realized you are right. To think my

writing ability has dried up is silly. I still have my writing

ability. I will do exactly like you said and pick my pen back up or

sit down to my keyboard. It might be a little dark and hard for

others to relate to, but it would probably be a very healthy thing

for me!

Love and Light,

Carole

>

> Dear Carole;

> " It just dried up " .... I almost laugh at these words silly girl.

It is like riding a bicycle, we never forget. You have simply pushed

your writing down into hiding because of whatever reason(s). Hey, if

you are sad, write about it, let it out. It is venting and also

reminders to others who suffer and/or also feeling sad or frustrated

that others are doing the same. Everyone shares everything, wants,

needs, emotions, inner conflicts, the list goes on and on. And, I

guarantee that whatever you write, many will relate.

>

>

>

> Warmth and

Light,

> Randy

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