I am broken. The things I do, I love, with passion, and that I love is a salve that mends my spirit. And once again, I am whole, with love, in love, and all in the name of love. But is it for the love or lust of life that drives me? Perhaps they are two poles of the same sphere?
I behold the male and female forms equally as beautiful. Their reunion, is divinity.
I am a slave to conscience; let it be known that no man is more tortured by it.
I’m a Fire-Water Elemental or “The Crimson Sea.” Most of the time, like a placid lake, I’m tranquil and at peace; or when in motion easy-flowing as a river sliding effortlessly downstream. But under certain circumstances when the Fire fuses with the Water, the energy released can be quite catastrophic for those within vicinity. Further, I’m Libra, which is an Air sign; thus it follows that when the Water is heated beyond its liquid threshold, a transformation into steam takes form and eventually condenses into Air- sailing smoothly as a gentle breeze. In any form, Water, Fire, or Air, there’s a destructive potentiality especially when catalyzed by the volatility of Fire. However, if this force is channeled through a creative conduit, it can be a powerful propeller for revolutionary transformation. In the same respect, I think the same force nests within us all, and while there’s a diverse spectrum manifested, it serves us to remark that we can shape our destinies in varying degrees based on our own level commitment, diligence and patience to endure the trials on the journey. “spirit is life, mind is builder, physical manifests.”
I love eye-gazing, doesn’t matter if the subject is male or female, feline or canine, or whatever the variety. For me it’s like going skinny dipping in the bloody abyss of the entity’s soul.
I am, divided.
1] physical self (material manifestation)
2] mental self (reconciliatory bridge)
3] spiritual self (metaphorical energy)
4] collective self (omni-lateral awareness)
5] unified self (gravitational synergy)
6] oneself (quintessential reunion)
7] selflessness (paradoxical existence)
It’s difficult to sheath our weapons and lay down our armor because we’re not only fighting each other, but also our own instinct to survive. If we view existence as a self-survivalist, â€œevery man for himselfâ€, â€œto the victor goes the spoilsâ€, then inevitably this leads us down the path of self-destruction. Our only redemption here is to implant our sacred trust in another being without expectation of reciprocity. If this is impossibility, then the children of this earth shall never inherit the fruits of peace. Inversely, one maybe considered to be naive by the body cynics if they have the capacity for unconditional trust.
I am moved to tears every time I see the crippled, the famished, the weak, the meager, and the unloved. Why? Because in this brotherhood of man, all is my own flesh and blood, and their suffering is my suffering, their woes, mine. And why should it be any other way since every action I execute impresses upon the world its consequences, and the ripples traveling far and wide, eventually return to the source changed by the lives it has touched, and ultimately, I am changed by it. John Donne said, “no man is an island unto himself.” I concur.
the past slips away as certain as the future looms on the horizon and what we have today is all that we have to live by. if we can embrace the present moment without regret and tread on with an enduring heart in hand, we will have lived in that moment. and most would agree that a fulfilling life is one that is lived.
be like the matador and tame life by the horns. if he throws you off, the pain of falling will only know one purpose- to be the passion that fans the flames of determination. a spectator of life can only know limited satisfaction, it is in the living of it that one can know contentment.
in reflection, at life’s end, we are among a circle of friends sharing our scars and stories of triumph.
at this moment, we will know that our path in life is paved by a cement truck that pours love as concrete onto the virgin path and its texture is determined by how much love we are willing to pour from our beings or that which we are choosing to withhold. life’s path is paved by the concrete of love and the lack of it.