Believe

I had a discussion with an atheist last night which was very different and a bit unsettling how I know it will limit and possibly end our friendship.

I'm still thinking about the exchange and my feelings about it. I believe that pure cold rational intellect has its place but I've discovered in myself that such a cold position cannot be consistent with my warm friendship.

I do not foist my beliefs on anyone and I am definitely not a bible thumper and I have real concerns with most organized religions. It was a stark sharp realization inside myself how much I realized I could never be close to an atheist.

a= meaning against

theism= meaning God

Anyone who is against the notion of a being or force or even beauty grace and truth above our human fraility is entitled to her own thoughts of course...

Atheists call themselves "Free Thinkers" but they do not have a lock on free thinking. They say they have a moral framework an ethical foundation and they say they are empathetic as part of their foundation. These are all good foundational concepts on how to behave and interract with others.

For me, I believe in magic, I believe in grace, I believe in the miracle of truth, I believe in something greater than myself to aspire to...Cold crisp intellect can be a cop out as much as blind faith is.

I believe we each have THE journey to attend to and it is difficult and it will require all our faculties...intellect and emotion, intuition and faith and some things we have yet to experience but we will...

I feel that an atheist is on a different journey than I am...This person I spoke with said there is no hope and that it is a waste of energy to hope. How sad and limiting this is...

Any great discovery and breakthrough change man has made has come from the "spark." Great art, great music, even great science all touches this "spark"

I wish each and everyone renewed Hope and may you each touch the "spark" and lift others around you to Hope and Shine forever along their journey...

Hide and Seek

Longing to give, Longing to feel

Fragile, naive, without experience

Wanting you to choose me

Wanting you to take me

Find me

I'm already yours

Fae Dream

Wisps of fog and mist drift upon the surface of a lake

Looking out. Looking back. Reflecting.

Translucent veil of meaning insulating me

but I wait

Now afraid of the clearing breeze which will reveal

the looming shape of Truth on the distant shore

Blue Light

Sometimes we feel small

but we always have meaning

Sequoia

Take me to the tip of the tallest treetops and there tell me you love me as we look out as far as we can see.

Take me to the foot of the oldest living trees and there pray with them for our happiness together.

Oh how their love for the moon and stars has grown over thousands of years. The romance of every night sky nurtures their souls making time standstill for all eternity as they live forever.

Dying Passion

Drifting slowly away, gradually, slightly, even without discomfort. What is this incidious thief who takes all that used to be so wonderful? Little by little and piece by piece the magic disappears as if pulled gently apart until the tiny parts fade away into darkness unnoticed.

Passion's dying; ripped from the heavens; cast from the brilliance of stars. Falling alone and afraid. Slipping down through dirty cotton clouds posing as substance but offering none. Falling farther and farther away from its highest heights. Screaming in anguish then crashing upon dark wet rocks. Searing pain gives way to lifelessness.

Sharp gasp; hand clenching my breast steadying my heart; holding, seeking, hoping. Feeling the lonely drumming against the place that was once so full. Breath slowly escapes in a long thin wisp of a sigh. Is it too late? Is it gone?

There is such emptiness, but there is no pain in emptiness.

Sorrow creeps forward only in thought.

Using Time

Alone

Always Alone

Drifting

Using Time

Exploring

Dark Recesses

Lost

Without You