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This is the time of the opening of the rose.

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(Poem) Endless Time

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There comes a holy and transparent time
when every touch of beauty opens the heart to tears.
This is the time the beloved of heaven is brought tenderly on earth.
This is the time of the opening of the rose.

~ Rumi

Text & image source: Earthschool Harmony https://web.facebook.com/SpiritualQuotesandSoulfood/

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(Poem) Endless Time

Time for some or many may be their side, but for many it also may be against them. For many time can also slip through the shadows and get them frustrated and not knowing where and when to go.

Perhaps an old poet, but that does not mean one has become out of time. Today many companies wanting to get rid of the older persons, forgetting that they have the experience and knowledge. Though it looks like today their time is not any more accounted for. Therefore pleased to find some people not leaving themselves put aside but crawling into the pen and daring to let their voice be heard on the internet.

Today’s guestwriter remarks

We all grow up believing things we are told, to be correct, mostly. If we are told by our parents, teachers or Pastors that this or that is the truth most kids, if they have respect for these people tend to believe them. But you know, sometimes these people are simply incorrect. {Truth}

With the years , passing time, we come to see and experience different things and then time may give that we get more knowledge and insights, if we are willing to grow.

Today’s guest writer got to see that so many things told to him were not Biblical, so he dared to take the time to learn more about it by taking up the Book of books itself. He also writes on his blog

I did a somewhat quick read through the Bible just so I could say I had done it once. But, after I had finished reading through it I realized that these things my Mom had told me “the Bible says”, I didn’t remember seeing anywhere. So, I started rereading the scriptures more slowly and with pen and pad so that I could make notes. {Truth}

This is a good attitude which can bring man to think better about what he reads and about what he hears what should or could be written there – but is not. We always should remember that the others are not always telling lies but do not know the exact truth and have also been part of their time and their generation’s thougths.

After completing time two, I realized that these things Mom had told me weren’t correct, they just weren’t there. I know that Mom wasn’t lying to me, she was just wrong. We can grow old and comfortable with the stories of our youth’s no matter who they were told by, or we can use our own brains to think a little. Parents, teachers, priests, they all have stories they had been told in there youth’s, is it possible that on some items they were told wrong? {Truth}

The Final Testament of the Holy Bible

The Final Testament of the Holy Bible (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So they and we do have to take the time to come to know more and to correct those things we learned wrongly. By time we have to keep willing to learn and to adapt otherwise we shall become stain or a rock where the fast streaming water runs over and past, making us in a little grain of sand after some time.

We always should remember that time depends how we want to perceive it. When we are young all seems to take such a long time. When we are old all seems to go too fast. And when we look at the time of God

There are several places in scripture where we are told things like “My days are not your days”, and how a human life is like the twinkling (blink) of the eye to Gods time. Even in the New Testament the Apostle Peter told the people that one of Gods days are like unto a thousand of our years. In other words, our days and Gods days don’t match up. Think about it, even in our own orbits of the sun, the planets that are in this orbit with us have different amounts of time that make up their days. {Truth}

And in this world we so often are confronted by people who want to own our time. Often we look at time and wonder what we can do with it or what to do next, or how we missed doing things we wanted or should have done.

Facing the universe we can see that planets that surround us possess their own concept of time on a clock. And while they continue to circle around in the universe our own personal life’s hour-glass as the sand falling down.

English: Readin the Bible.

Reading the Bible. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Truth Troubles

Time as it is said, is on our side

But, when every side claims it to be their own

Yet the one who said such a thing is dead

For who’s “our” side does time claim

When one day is like unto a thousand years

Is then a thousand years as one of our days

Do we not that the planets that surround us

Possess their own concept of time on a clock

Is our own personal life’s hour-glass known

Partly full, or partly empty, do we even know

Is there any relevance in a grain of sand

Is not a lifetime but one twinkle among many

Time, do we hold it deer or have no care

Or, do we flitter it away like a heart beat

We assume we have yet to hear

Time, time to smile, time to laugh

Time to cry for mercy one last time

Time…

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The twilight thickens, and…Leaves but a hallow’d memory of love!”

Portrait recadré de Lovecraft

Portrait recadré de Lovecraft (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A lovely poem by Howard Phillips Lovecraft (born August 20, 1890, Providence, Rhode Island, U.S.—died March 15, 1937, Providence), American author of fantastic and macabre short novels and stories, one of the 20th-century masters of the Gothic tale of terror.

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“The cloudless day is richer at its close;
A golden glory settles on the lea;
Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool repose
To mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.

And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,
The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines;
Freed form the noonday glare, the favour’d sight
Increasing grace in earth and sky divines.
But ere the purest radiance crowns the green,
Or fairest lustre fills th’ expectant grove,
The twilight thickens, and the fleeting scene
Leaves but a hallow’d memory of love!”

― H.P. Lovecraft

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Time

EGOTIST

TIME

My time has passed and there’s no turning back

The tick tick sounds don’t change  to back back sound

Days are passing and  the wristwatch remains the same

The watch is getting worn out but time continues

It does not stop counting ,judging by your mood

It rotates like the earth not minding what is happing around!

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Writing from the heart

living in love

light and darkness in constant conflict

fighting for a finite force inside a man

that weights who we are counting as human

animals have a heart too, can’t we have a better one?

building fences, digging trenches, owning ocean, lands, and potable water

where once it was free, delightfully refreshing putting in a bottle causing cancer. 

someone owns everything taking even from those who have nothing, such the way of life.

other’s gloat over their big enterprise while half of the planet eats mud to suffice hunger

such a way of life, bullying those who do differently, laughing at other’s mistakes forgotten they too have foul fart. Words leave a wound that scars for life, a soul will strive to rise, but eaten by his hatred inside. Societies can be so demeaning that causes a life to end. 

Others think differently, we do our own battles with different tactics some are born weak…

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Take it easy

Success Inspirers World

When things are hot,
Don’t be hot,
Take it easy;
When there is pressure
On you
Don’t add pressure on pressure,
Take it easy.

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Leap

I do hope the author of the nice blog Reflections on Existence does not mind having my mind having gone wild by the dramatic photo on her site, bringing up a lot of thoughts in my whirling head. Often having to go over the edge, seeing many people not knowing where to jump over the stones lying on their path to somewhere in the future, I wondered.

Many may

skip and plummet into the void

Chasing the edge of an

Expanding universe.

Our lives are not agonizingly static,  stationary bike

Tires ceaselessly, maddeningly, spinning

Going nowhere. {When Words Fail}

Many roads in this world may be full of pitfalls and weeds growing everywhere. It looks like many do not want to go in the woods any more because it looking to dark for them and to much overgrown.

People have become afraid of taking risks or to show their inner being, letting know others what they really think or how they really feel. Lots of people do think they have to go with the mainstream and have to be popular, following the popularism of the present society where some politicians try to bring fear over the population, to enlarge their power and to exclude others to enjoy some of the welfare they might have.

Instead of trying to build up their own strongly funded future, many do hope others can do such building for them. Though those do not create the good pastures and many of those politicians have planted harmful weeds in the fields, infecting the wild and domestic horses. As such them jumping over the wild waters will not always bring them in the safe fields or bring them to good grassland.

Let us hope more people will have their eyes opened, not blinded by the low hanging sun of misleading politicians. That they take the risk jumping over the wild streams, daring to hang over the now and then, the between here and there containing all the risk
man could ever bear but has to do it for his own security and better life.

It is in the silent breaths between the lines we craft,

The mysterious space where words fail,

That our deepest truths are told, {When Words Fail}

that we may recover our deepest self and become pure again by a brighter light than the human being ever can present, making the grass grow and giving oxygen to the world, us being free again to run wild and to enjoy the life Allah has in mind for us, where all overs of God can be together in peaceful surroundings, giving each-other energy and hope to continue spreading the Good News of a coming Kingdom that shall be better than any human kingdom or republic.

Let us therefore look for words that may bring our heart to life, stirring our depths, carrying on the whisper of our clean breath. {read: Bread}

 

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Reflections on Existence

a single moment

between here and there

contains all the risk

you could ever bear

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leap into the future,

the reality,

to co-create…

all possibilities.

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© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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The future is not out there somewhere. There is no predetermined path for you to walk. You co-create your own future along with all living beings and the Creator who holds it all in existence. Choose each step wisely and with courage. We are all on the journey together.

Photo: Thank you to Derrick Knight for the wonderful photo. You can visit his blog by clicking the link HERE.

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Friday’s Quick Picks/Poem: Offerings

Today’s poem is by Cynthia Guenther Richardson, a retired addictions/mental health counsellor and also a manager of home care services for elderly folks, who has worked in the field of human services for thirty years. She believes that language can illuminate, even renew life. She lets nature guides her in enrichment of body, mind and soul.
Seeking serenity is a way of life for her, a nourishment she cannot live well without. She writes

It may have been intensified by troublesome times as a child and young adult but it has nonetheless been a natural impulse as long as I can remember. In any case, it is a powerful key to a kind of magic guidebook for living richly. Why wouldn’t I use it all the time? {A Master Key to Contentment}

In her texts she might ask us to come to see order in the messy jumble of life, and renewed creation stirring in the design of every universal interaction.

Like pebbles tossed into water, nature’s actions and reactions are a demonstration of exquisite unity and symbiosis. And in human connections–slight as a fast second on the street or ongoing as a long partnership – there are various manifestations of energy exchanged, networks of coexistence revealed. {A Master Key to Contentment}

When looking at life she recognises

It’s a numinous life we are born with and into, and its mystical ways seem to me at once ordinary and exotic. All we have to do is turn around to see evidence of a stupendous wisdom. Deep beauty. Even when there is tragedy to throw us off. Even when there is rancorous pain that wars with a need for kind relief. {A Master Key to Contentment}

That is what we ask our readers, to look around them, to see the beauty of nature and if they would not mind even come to see the Hand behind it all, coming to see the Mighty Power of the Divine Creator.

In the midst of the odd wilderness of humanness we may look at man in that huge universe, a world which can fill us with so many things are can let us feel so small.

For today’s writer

Thirst fills me
with a hunger
for small exquisites
which do not rend
the hearts of humans
nor our collective body.
Let me savor any common psalm
to goodness this world has made,
follow paths of ubiquitous light,
stay the cynic for a moment of wonder
so we may wield our will to spare its virtue. {Friday’s Passing Fancies/Poem: Goodness of this World}

Goodness of this World – Photo by Cynthia Guenther Richardson

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Preceding articles

Here and Now

The natural beauties of life

Looking at Autumn

Sensitive trees for insensitive man

Showing the beauties of nature

Winter and Spring wonders of nature showing the Master’s Hand

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Additional reading

  1. Human beings and creation
  2. Taking care of mother earth
  3. Tu B’Shvat, the holiday of the trees
  4. Time to consider how to care for our common home
  5. The Presence of God

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Further reading

  1. Thoughts about Gates
  2. An Alien World #2
  3. Magical Sun Pillar
  4. Land of Lilliput
  5. Night’s Innocence
  6. I Just Know There’s One In This Group Asking ‘Are We There Yet?’
  7. Remember When…
  8. Heaven on earth
  9. Perspectives in Immersion and Reality

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Tales for Life

walking-again-001 Photos by Cynthia Guenther Richardson

The tenor of life may seem
to be thin, reedy, misaligned,
a shriek, a gasp amid muted din,
sudden ruptures in connection
that will not relay joy. Yet here
we remain, humans among all others,

with myriad moments and settings
for mystery and mindfulness
to release a sweep of harmony.
I say Peace, my soul, be well moved
and please may peace follow
you and you and more than you.

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Saying No

Abandoned Roost

Sometimes I feel like I am being a fool.

They ask for my help more than a tutor.

I often feel very used by them.

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Don’t they even think of the computer?

Sometimes that’s all it takes for the answer.

They ask for my help more than a tutor.

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Some grades need a legit necromancer.

I am beginning to refuse requests.

Don’t they even think of the computer?

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It is often hard to find an egress.

So I say no in person and by text.

I am beginning to refuse requests.

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This necromancer hopes no one can hex.

Alone, the emotional drain is tough.

So I say no in person and by text.

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I just have to stand my ground and act buff.

Sometimes I feel like I am being a fool.

Alone, the emotional drain is tough.

I often feel very used by them.

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