Monday, February 17, 2020

What I Am Told

What I am told. But what I am told is built on a canvas of lies. So, what should I believe when my belief is shaped by what I am told? What I am told, and I say that that is so even when what I am told is not possible for me to know. Believing in the scarcely credible is giving yourself false confidence, and the unlikely to be true is what I am told that I should know. I open my heart and empty my mind so that what cannot be verified I can accept without the handicap of a questioning mind. What I am told is what I do not need to know if it is not realistic, or does not make sense, and is not uplifting and enlightening. So, what am I to believe when what I am told is designed to make a fool of me? Empty is the head that has a mind that refuses to think for itself. Where any and everything can be dumped into a hallow shell and find comfort within it. It is not about the truth; it is about what I am told; which, is its own unreal reality. What I am told goes into one nostril and comes out of my behind. Yet what I am told is the foundation of my beliefs. A fantasy foundation that crumbles under scrutiny and falls apart in the slightest breeze. What I am told is impossible to know without having the faith to believe that it is so, and faith without knowledge is like a shadow that appears without any light to produce it. So, what I am told I believe by faith without proof or knowledge. I feel the warmth of life when I am in her arms. She is strong. She is beautiful. I do not need faith to know what I know about her. What I am told has nothing to do with her because I know that she is the woman for me. The empty head is filled by her presence, and all my questions are answered by her touch. I know this without being told when I look into the smile for me that is in her eyes. What I am not being told, I know for sure. That her dark brown skin makes my dark brown skin tingle. That yes and no means yes and no. That the reality of she and I are the reality of nature as it is meant to be. What I am told is that I should live in an illusionary world of shadows and that I should make this fantasy my reality. What I am told is that I should adjust my life to conform to someone else's standards and not even try to create quality standards of my own. This is what I am told, and to what I am told, I say no. But what am I except a breath away from death? That my thoughts and feelings are like falling leaves that have no place to rest. One moment is all moments, this I know to be so without being told as I hear and feel the fragility of my heart beating. My path is defined by her outstretched hands beckoning me to her. In my mind, I have no mind that is apart from hers. That which I tell myself is all that I need to know about her, and what I know is good for me. Darkness is the path to perfect blackness, and perfect blackness is the cosmos singing in harmony. I live. I die. I die. I live. As one is the same as the other. And so I kiss her hands, and I kiss her feet because what I am told cannot compare to this.

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Friday, October 5, 2018

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Friday, September 28, 2018

How Much Of What?

How much is being physically and mentally healthy and feeling good about yourself worth to you? Do you measure your wellbeing and peace of mind in monetary values? If you do, so well for you as everyone must find their own path in this portal called life.

The path of life that I try to travel is to embrace. I have chosen to embrace minding my own business. I have determined to curtail negative thoughts about myself and about others as soon as they materialize and not allowing them the fester and take root.

For many years I felt that I would not live to be thirty years of age. I have done so, and what does it mean? Would it not have been better if I had never been born than to live for a moment, grow old and ugly, and then die?

Several times during my life death has approached me and turned to the side. Is it possible that even death does not consider me as being worthy of it? As death does not have the same cares and concerns as the living, I do not believe that worthiness is the reason why it has shunned me thus far.

How much is feeling good about yourself worth? Is it worth doing harm to other people, harming other life forms, or devastating the environment in which we live? I took her by the hand and kissed it tenderly at which she warmly smiled at me. So, what is to be made of her response? Perchance romance will be the byproduct of her reaction to my kiss.

The wind has blown, and the storm will come. Suddenly in a clear azure-sky particle matter will be consumed at the speed of thought, and that which exists will no longer be.

How much is your feeling of wholesomeness worth? The melancholy has dejected the downcast, and the wretched has a smile on his or her face. And none of these temperaments are well suited for those of us that have decided to own positive personality traits.

My thoughts and desires are of her, yet I cannot find her. I have looked over here, and I have looked over there, but she is still but a dream to me. What does it take to help you to feel whole and complete? Is it this, or is it that?

The shadows have engulfed me. I am not young anymore. My thoughts are not for me but of my younger ones that are coming behind me. What can, and should I do for them? I have wasted my life on my life. Is this what I should tell them?

I will keep my mouth closed as I am the least of all to be giving anyone a suggestion. Paradise cannot find a more perfect place to exist other than within the confines of her dark complexion. Within those other dimensions of here and beyond, I hold her very close and very tenderly.

How much?

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Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Just To Have Someone To Talk With

Just to have someone to talk with. One of the first steps towards healing is the knowledge that you are not alone. I know that this sounds like a cliché, and it is, but in many cases, it works. Especially if you and whomsoever have the same empathy. In my case, for example, I know that there are millions of people infected with the virus that I am infected with. Does this knowledge help me to sleep restfully? No, it does not. Does the awareness of millions of lives in turbulence cause me to feel better about my condition? No. Being jostled on every side by the crush of the millions and at the same time feeling all alone is not a definition of completeness. Who will talk to me because I become even more depressed when I talk to myself. Do the annoying little flying bugs that land upon me and bite me understand anything at all about me? Can these bugs appreciate how much they torment me? Do they have empathy for the uncomfortable predicament that they place me in? I joined a group of people, but I am not of this group of people because I do nothing within this group of people. My mind is with them, but my behavior is absent-minded. I signed up to be a member of this group of people and then promptly faded away into the murky recess of my self-assigned cubbyhole. The silent cannot be heard, and the mute cannot be applauded. Participate, become interactive, throw your thoughts out to be considered. No one is asking you of anything except yourself. Your involvement is important. Your input may be the incentive that changes a person’s life. She looked at me, and I looked back at her. Now what? Let no one be able to say that a Duck-billed platypus has outdone me. I will be an active participant in this group because I joined this group of people of my own volition. Now, what group of people am I referring to? Those enchanting group of people of the Bestowing Life family (Hiveaid.org and Hiveaids.net), and those adorable people that want to understand their night dreams by sharing them with one another at DreamMeta.life of course. Just to have someone to talk with. The purpose of these websites is to allow people to bond and communicate. Use them and enjoy them.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

DreamMeta

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