The Journey

The Journey…

A spark from the eternal flame ignites,
separating from its host
yet remembering from whence it came;
What lessons do I need to learn,
it asks,
What lessons do I have to share,
it wonders,
and, with assistance, it begins to choose
location and circumstance,
privilege and difficulty,
and persons;

The spark awaits the moment when worlds unite,
and then begins growing,
preparing,
anticipating,
and as it progresses near an approaching light,
it is blessed and cursed with the forgetting,
and the learning begins
as the spark begins its return journey home;

Times of ease and struggles occur,
lessons are learned and unlearned,
meaning is often elusive
between periodic windows of truth,
errors are made, forgiveness dispensed,
sentences enforced on the self,
and time passes by;

And, the spark awaits the moment when
the real world appears,
beginning new preparations,
anticipating,
and as it nears an approaching light,
it is blessed with the remembering
and the peacefulness of home
and a new learning begins;

A spark from the eternal flame re-ignites,
separating from its host
yet remembering from whence it came;
What lessons do I still need to learn,
it reevaluates,
What lessons do I need to share,
it reviews,
and, with assistance, it begins to choose,
forgetting as a hazy illusion begins to appear real,
again beginning a return journey home,
improving, learning,
and, each time,
remembering a bit more the purpose of the journey
and the true meaning of home.

Thinking of You, verse # 10

Thinking of you…

Moonbeams and shooting stars dance around the sky
and the wind gently sings a tender lullaby
while the birds sing along in their own special way
as they settle in to sleep after a flight-filled day,
and here from Earth looking up to a star-filled sea,
the planets whisper old forgotten memories,
and images dance happily in the sky to and fro
as if they were the movie to the story that was wove,
recalling moment after moment, and each tale is true,
and each memory reminds me of you.

Wake Up From Illusions

Wake up from illusions…

Hours pass,
another day begins,
time passes by,
only time will tell if it was time well spent,
still questions linger in my mind;
Are we here by chance or reason?
Are we here of our own will?
Are we here to see what lessons we can learn?
Send wishes up to Heaven,
toss pennies in a well,
try to forget the past
we remember all too well;
Time has a way of showing
the truth we fail to see
in the blurry haze of morning
as we awake from our state of dreams;
Life can come full circle
if we allow it to be;
Do we wake up from illusions
or do we choose to see
the truth that was always right before our eyes?