Do you Ever just shut of all the noise and Listen? It is 2 am. I am Alone. Even my Son is absent from my home, Spending time with his Grandparents. It is rare for me to find myself in a setting where I do not have ultimately, Chaos around me . I’m Consistently either surrounded by the 5 people to the 100’s of people I come into contact with at work daily. Or at the very least, My Curiously, Impish 2 year old parades about. Even at home it is rare for me to find myself with No company. While alone I am usually playing music at the very least. At this moment I am Beautifully and comfortable alone. My windows are open, allowing the Perfectly Chilled, Polar air to brisk through my home. I am engulfed within such solitude it’s as though my hearing has improved. My ears have given way to Every Crackling blade of glass, in the absence of distraction. I recognize so many individual Sounds, Vibrations, singularly. I am awe struck. In this lack of distraction, Sounds of has became my keenest sense. Trains Horning, a genuine hum that makes you assume machines are running, Wheels on pavement, Chirps of Toads and Crickets, Mysterious Crepitant bustles heard from the leaves and pavement… I Can’t wait to explore what My Mind hears when I am able to Shut out even this noise, having recognized the sensitivity of sound. Have you ever just shut out the Noise and Distractions?
Archive for October, 2013
we humans sure love having as many lights on as possible. Porch lights, street lights, headlights that are a bit excessive, the glow of the tv, the computer…
i wonder if we don’t realize the value of light because we never experience darkness….
the other night, the moon was out and bright and awesome, and all i wanted to do was turn off the whole city, so we could all see what our ancestors saw. i miss the stars, i really do.
i honestly think we would all be better humans if we regularly could look up and understand how small we are. if we could still be amazed at what’s out there, what’s down here. the whole thing.
drama and arguments and politics and commercials all seem very silly and pointless when you realize you’re on this little speck floating in space. this tiny thing near this hot thing. and it’s just covered in life everywhere you look.
i miss the stars.”
‘I pray the world never runs out of dragons . For the dragon is the quintessential paradox , simultaneously embodying our ultimate ally and our greatest of foes . They represent the unconquerable epitome of destruction and the primordial catalyst of creation , producing images of dark grandeur and prismatic possibilities .
They are the manifestations of the brightest and most shrouded parts of our imaginations .
We make the dragons , because somewhere deep in our hearts , we recognize that a world without them is not worth living in .
There are so many people in the land that want an answer , a definite answer , for everything in life , and even for everything after life . They study and they test , and because those few find the answers for some simple questions , they assume that there are answers to be had for every question . What was the world like before there were people ? Was there nothing but darkness before the sun and the stars ? Was there anything at all ? What we we , each of us , before we were born ? And what , most importantly , shall we be after we die ?
Out of compassion , I hope that those inquisitors never find that which they seek .
For what are we left with if there is no mystery ? What hope might we find if we know all the answers ?
What is it within us , then , that so desperately wants to deny magic and unravel mystery ? Fear , I presume , based on the many uncertainties of life and the greatest uncertainty of death . Put those fears aside and live free , I say , and live free of them , for if we just step aside and watch the truth of the world , we will find that there is indeed magic all about us , unexplainable by numbers and formulas .
What is the passion evoked by the stirring speech of the commander before the desperate battle , if not magic ?
What is the peace that an infant might know in it’s mother’s arms , if not magic ?
What is love , if not magic ?
No , I would not want to live in a world without dragons , as I would not want to live in a world without magic , for that is a world without mystery , and that is a world without faith .
And that , for any reasoning , conscious being , would be the cruelest trick of all …’
-Dajon Fanelli
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- The Magic of ‘Shadows of Men’ (bottomlessblog.wordpress.com)
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Through His Eyes,
Emotion is language.
Through His Eyes,
There is no distinction between Heaven and Earth.
Through His Eyes,
The world is Eden.
Through His Eyes,
Every sound is a melody.
Through His Eyes,
Everything is a friend.
Through His Eyes,
Each waking moment is as a dream.
Through His Eyes,
Whispering trees surrender secrets.
Through His Eyes,
Every cloud paints a portrait.
Through His Eyes,
Colors stream as hallucinogens,
Through His Eyes,
Every animal speaks his language.
Through His Eyes,
The sun speaks Good Morning and the Moon Whimpers Good Night.
He has not yet forgotten.
He has not yet been blinded.
His eyes are The Eyes of God.
~ The Problem of Pain
“I want to know God’s thoughts; the rest are details.”
“God is subtle but he is not malicious.”
“Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind.”
“Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds.”
“The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.”
“We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.”
“My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind.”
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.”
“A man’s ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties; no religious basis is necessary. Man would indeeded be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death.”
“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
My mind turns to glass when I think of you
with a shattered idea of what I thought I knew
your grace chaotic through and through
as you create your symphony
leaving a clear view
♑☥♑
I’ve let my focus shift away from you
Though I know your within
I act though thats untrue
Cling on to this life
With all that I have
should be reaching inward, but it’s forward I grab
Bring my heart back to you
Divert my thoughts
Force actions and motives to be planted in truth
Strength through convictions
Love that’s unconditional
Rest within the storms
Wisdom beyond what’s rational
Break down dimensional walls
Spiritually affluent
With ears to hear your call
♑☥♑