Speaking on all things
Every angle different
every refraction shimmers
every glimmer a different tint
every facet a new vision
What I will see
you may not
unless you look
through my eyes
I move around
constantly
looking at the angles
seeing the entire picture
Just one view
is not enough
who knows what’s hidden
if you never seek it out
I have a thing for dark winged angels. To me, it seems a white winged angel believes they are pure and practically flawless. A black winged angel knows this to be silly. We all have flaws. Those of dark wings accept their flaws. If I have wings of my own, I know they are the color of shadows. Flaws have a way of enhancing one’s beauty…I’m not speaking physically, though that can certainly be part of it. I mean a person who accepts their own…dents, if you will…to be much more attractive.
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.
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.
Another beautiful day from my point of view. Overcast. The light is soft and burns not my eyes. It puts me in a…not melancholy, but rather a calm, peaceful frame of mind. For me, this would be a great day to sit back and cuddle while listening to some easy music. Talking would certainly be an option, but there are points when words are unnecessary and merely clutter a moment.
“Do or do not, there is no try.”
– Yoda
Sometimes I don’t do what I’m told. Surprising, isn’t it. I find it interesting how much I can get out of my old posts to understand my thoughts and feelings. Poetry and dreams seem to be conduits for the subconscious mind if you look at it from just the right angle.
Oh well, time to get to work for a few hours.
Go-not knowing where.
Bring-not knowing what.
The path is long, the way unknown.
A monk asked Master Haryo “What is the way?”
Haryo said, “An open-eyed man falling into the well.”
“I don’t need protecting from myself”
But sometimes…it helps to have someone protect you from your inner demons while you gather the strength to face them down yourself. When you get right down to it, only you can defeat them…nobody can do it for you. The best anyone else can do is offer to stand in between.