The nebulous presence of impeding distractions giving rise to misplaced
priority to what the life journey is meant to flourish:
I travel this path to this life given
Distracted from seeking the truth to Being
Though my mind has not been dulled to its presence
It is the search for this truth to enlightenment
That my spirit seeks its knowing
That I may flourish by the fruits of its giving
To in turn be empowered with its teaching
That those others in my presence
May too favor from its reward
IS THIS THE ANSWER?
As we enter to what is essentially the last phase of our Chromosomal-telomere quota of flesh-blood existence [excluding prematurely succumbing to freaks of nature {full spectrum inclusion of non-human}& human intervention {accident or otherwise}] one might contemplate, more so maybe than otherwise, but contemplate past, present, and future [emphasis on the `future’ contemplation] rendering such thoughts as the following: WARNING: this is not as morbid as the illustration suggests
Withering and dying, this body slowly degenerating to its ultimate demise, to for-ever be lost to this world, that evidence of its presence to future generations knowing, be forever obliterated as to not have existed at all. If into Nothing our Being ultimately goes, for what reason does it exist in the first place? What Legacy proof be created to harvest a permanence of presence on this evolving, revolving planet Earth? Does the answer lie in the presence of the Cemetery wherein fields of granite, limestone, and other material of aging permanence serve as concrete evidence, witness proof to the Lives that once held prominence and footing on the hallow ground to this perceived existence? That only by Death’s relinquishing of the captured Soul, Life’s energy force fueling existence, does Truth to a Knowing, ultimately become solved. Or does the answer ultimately lie elsewhere; beyond this reality’s need for comprehension?
The occasional encounter with young persons who infuse a realistic sense of hope toward the fulfillment of human potential is an inspiring experience for those of an older generation:
The young, youth, who are given to inherently inspire,
Infusing an enthusiastic drive, ambition-fire;
Driven by lifestyle, most only imagine to aspire,
Yielding more than just wishes, to take one higher.
Beauty of body and intellect cosmically given ideals
Humbly exercised, knowing what matters in life is to be real;
With compassion of empathy to what others may feel,
Ignoring fain accolade, this given essence, to humbly conceal.
Service to others, a cause celebre,
Pursuing what others most disregard or serve to dread;
Taking the challenge to lead rather than to be led,
In pursuit of true purpose to what lies for humanity, ahead.
(Interpret the following in the context of your choosing; a challenge to its meaning)
The walls of confinement are real
Not the kind that are meant to feel
But to their prisoner, the deal
A mind’s creation, to hide, or conceal?
What a lonely life is here led
No more emotions left to be bled
Into a dark abyss consigned – defeated
Is hopelessness here to be conceded?
Observing eyes shut to what’s seen
Presuming all goodness and serene
Not to tamper with illusion-dream
Is all the pain as real as it seems?
A mind’s creation, to hide, or conceal?
Is hopelessness here to be conceded?
Is all the pain as real as it seems?
Answers lie in the fabric of dreams.
God Spirit Consciousness:a manifestation of Mind born to this cellular, material dimension by the seeding of a Soul-energy, the gift to conception, giving birth to a life-journey whose path is to gain full realization: an Awakening; not given but found by those whom, by catalyst of intuition, come to the resolve that the sole reason of Being, by way of this life-experience, is fulfillment to the awareness of the Spirit Energy that is embodied in All of this material dimension and,in turn, to promulgate this gift of opportunity: Experience, by act of pro-creation, to yet another Soul-energy in the waiting prior to departure from the body-vessel; Enlightened, to return to the God Spirit Realm.
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