Speaking on all things
Swing of the pendulum
Draw of the rune
Inner self speaks
Now can you hear her?
Quiet the thoughts
Empty the mind
Angels speak softly
Their voices are silence
When nothing else moves
When nowhere else is
She’ll speak in your heart
Advice she will give
It cannot be forced
Calm must prevail
A turbulent mind
Will hear only clamor
Meditation’s the path
Peace is the key
The question a door
The answer beyond
You say you aren’t
worth the wait, time, or effort
Guess what, you are wrong.
Darkness and shadows
They should not be feared because
I am here for you
There must be darkness.
This is a natural fact.
There will be darkness.
This is unchangeable.
I am at home here.
I know the darkness.
It long ago consumed me.
I am the darkness.
This is not brooding.
Just a state of being.
I am Jarek Shadowalker.
Darkness is my domain.
I stand in places shrouded.
I see and contemplate.
I stand silent, vigilant.
When needed, I act.
I understand the beast.
I became the beast.
For this reason alone,
I can hold the beast at bay.
The paths always divide
Which fork will be taken
Choose then travel
Another fork
I walk the path
My eyes are open
I look down both sides
I know what can happen
Though I see not over the hill
I see what is in the distance
Maybe this path leads me there
Maybe there is another fork
Sometimes fear takes me
My doubts drown out calming thoughts
I suffer alone
Or put another way…I worry about little things that I imagine are wrong but aren’t. I usually know when it’s just paranoia…but there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t really say anything to anyone or they’d just think I was a little off. It’s irritating…it’s annoying…and what I need is someone to smack me around when I get this way.
If you don’t normally get a chance to commune with nature, find a way to make time. It’s nothing short of a small miracle the way some well spent time among the elements can bring things back into alignment…back into focus. It doesn’t matter if it’s only for five or ten minutes, every little bit makes things vastly different. No special rituals are required, just sit/stand/lay there and feel the life force of mother earth and her children.
The real trick is to find a suitable place. Everyone has their own mixture of elements that strike a chord with them…resonates with them. That’s what you have to find. When you do, try to get around to spending a little quality time there at least once a year, more often if you can manage it.
It occurs to me that I failed to mention anything about the day’s meaning…a day to truly see all the wonders we have and to appreciate them.
I spent the morning and early afternoon with my mother, youngest sister, daughter, and grandfather. We had a simple turkey and dressing dinner and just talked about all sorts of things. Then I took my daughter back to her mother’s so she could spend some of the day with the other half of her family.
The afternoon was spent with my best friend and his girlfriend on the road to Petit Jean State Park in Arkansas. We got there around 9-ish that night and sat around with his family and just visited for a while. This is about the only time I get to see them so we have plenty of catching up to do. Then it was time to sit by the campfire and just enjoy being with friends, family, and nature.
There is someone I wish could have shared in the entire day with me. I think days like that should be spent with those closest to our hearts. She couldn’t be there, but she was constantly in my thoughts. I’m pretty sure she thought about me once or twice as well. I do have hopes in the direction of her joining me for future holidays…I’m certain she’d get along well with everyone and there’d be lots we could talk about…art, music, technology, movies, humor…the list is extensive. But I digress.
Thanksgiving was a busy day. Hectic and frantic describe several portions of the day. It was a good day, though. I spent it with most of my family and most of the people I care about. I hope everyone else was as lucky.
The wind blows harder
trees dancing all around you
it carries my love
Alone in darkness
Her scent still lingers with me
I miss my angel