in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Sunday, October 16, 2016

*** They Say


I am thin on air,
How am I rising without wings?
What is permitting me to float?
Why do I not fear this strange feeling?
To be high in the air, and my feet with ground

What is this feeling beneath my left breast?
This pound, this beat, that resembles the birth of something
Almost reaping from my chest
What is happening?

What is this light that brightens my direction?
This shinning hora that is from nowhere
Leading me somewhere
What is the meaning of this flourishing light
What is it?

Who is it that speaks to me
Men answering questions that I asked GOD
How is it so that what was spoken between GOD and I,
Is the end to what I began?

See that? See it?
I am insignificant to your hands
I am nothing, but in your eyes I see fire
Fire inside that I cannot see for myself
The fire that keeps heart inside ones rib
The fire that tear water from a man’s eye
The fire that takes me away from my minimality 
And places me one step above
The fire that we are losing, but you are putting woods to burn
I am a speck of dust in this world, but you see me
You hear me, you send me your followers
And they deliver message from your lips
They nourish me with your love
And they keep me at peace
Who am I? Why do you show me such love?
What have I done to deserve this light?
Why is it Father that I feel your presence?
And every time I have stepped away, you forgive
Like no other father, you do not question my actions
You do not force, you always welcome me with open arms

So there I must say Thank you Father
Thank you for your presence, thank you for thinking of me
Placing me in the belly of my mother and saying to me
“Live my child, live and learn the way of the land I made for you to roam”
And you send Angels to my aid,
And man to answer my questions.
I Thank you and I know no word is able to show I grateful I am
Nothing in the world can show my appreciation
No one can understand the debt, my heart owes you

I thank you father for another day I have lived
For yesterday could have been my last
But you say “My child, there is more presents for you”
I thank you for the lesson I have learned for it means plenty
To share what has been shared with me

Forgive me for my actions
Forgive me for my humanity
Forgive me for my lack of love
Forgive my want to be careless
Forgive the times I wanted the gift, your presents no longer
Forgive the times I was engaged to things
Forgive my need to prove to them
For you matter most
Forgive me for who I have become
And for letting my selfishness take the best of me
Forgive me for fearing what I do not know.

I ask for a thousands forgiveness
And I thank you millions,
I am your son, father
He whom you have commanded to live
He whom begged for your hand
I am your son, he whom shall forever be indebted to you
And your merciful 

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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world