Feel No Anvil

Will the gates of hell open up?
I just need them to open
So I can walk in to save you,
What I don't know won't hurt me,
Actually Hell will save me
Yay, though I walk in the alley and shadow of breath
I feel no anvil,
You comfort me. .

The Walking path..this shot reminds me of you

Raindrops on screen with light, a photo by belaine11 on Flickr.

This shot reminds me of you...

A GEM

"A wonderful realization will be the day you realize that you are unique in all the world. There is nothing that is an accident. You are a special combination for a purpose - and don't let them tell you otherwise, even if they tell you that purpose is an illusion. (Live an illusion if you have to).

You are that combination so that you can do what is essential for you to do. Don't ever believe that you have nothing to contribute. The world is an incredible unfulfilled tapestry. And only you can fulfill that tiny space that is yours." ~Leo Buscaglia

Pretty Little Branch

You are such a beautiful strong tree.
I am a branch on your tree
I flow gracefully in the wind,
I am attached to the most beautiful tree on earth.
We are happy.

The winds come along and they are brisk,
The winds pick up and storms come;
I break off from you,
I am terrified.

I am on the ground,
Someone comes along and picks me up,
I nestle with other fallen pieces of you,
I am fire for a moment
The fire hurts as I burn.

I am smoke
Billowing up through a dark tunnel.
I am in the air
Flowing along gracefully again
I am the wind
Caressing your beautiful branches.
We are happy.

Elizaveta - 'Meant' Live At Nokia Theater

Fiddler

You are the fiddler of strings,
You know how to pluck each chord
Making beautiful music
Your music sings and reaches me
You are the fiddler of strings
You play the music
That pulls at my heart.

You are the fiddler of strings
You know the music that makes my heart sing
You are the fiddler of strings
You pull at my heart.

You are the fiddler of strings
You are able to make perfect music
You are the fiddler of strings
You are in my heart.

(Image - Random Internet Find)

Questions and Answers

Does the water cry when it goes down my throat?
No, it rejoices in the replenishing and fulfillment of my body.

Does the chicken cry out as it is being slaughtered?
No, it has no voice to cry out. We are its voice.

Does the chicken feel joy in the replenishment of my body?
Yes, in nature and No, in life.
What we do, how we treat that which sustains is how we treat ourselves.

Does the disregard we have for all beside our own affect us?
Yes, in life and No, in nature.

Does this question you in wrong or right?
Maybe, it's a gray area.

How do we bless that which gives of itself for the benefit of our life?
Have we seen all that blesses us and show are reverence back to it?
How do we honor this?
Am I? Are You?
All I can do is try and awaken.

Brother Fire

Forgive me Brother Fire,
As I move away from you,
I have to go and write down these words
Before they are gone too:

Brother Fire misses us,
We, the humans, we’re his friends
He needed us and we needed him.
We now are away,
Not many coming to sit ‘round,
Brother Fire, I am here,
His pleasure is found.

Brother Fire, Let me tend to you,
I want to feed you, Care for you,
Make you strong,

In return, you provide me warmth and lick my skin,
Your touch sometimes too much, and I have to move away,
But you know and I know, I am here to stay.
Brother Fire, I don’t understand why many others have gone,
They do not realize that the love from you is so warm.
Brother Fire talks to me and tells me about the olden days,
When all humans would sit around while he would blaze.
Brother fire tells me my future while I sleep,
Nestled on a pillow lying at his warm feet.
He tells me that all I ever wanted is mine,
That all this is from the great divine.
He knows that he is not left behind.
But a few more friends would suit him just fine.

I stir, and he smiles,
I pick up my stick,
I poke him and prod him and he gets thick.
He snaps as he moves, he pops as I feed him,
He loves my gentle touch and he knows that I need him.
His embers are kisses, his flames are his beauty,
He keeps me the warmest, his honor and duty.
He told me to tell everyone hello,
He asked me to ask you, “Where did you go?”
You sit in front of your blueness and stare and stare,
Until there is nothing left here or there,
He wonders, “Don’t you get cold in your underwear?”