5 am day 3 pray
In the Quiet, Peace arrested me.
Here there are no words or requests, just a being, a balance between things you know and do not. A willingness to see more, but after a while my eyes shut so tight I could not see. That was, is the real me, unwilling.
How strong my will is, did you ever guess, how strong.
- RN Water colour
Give me more
Show me you care, that you are real,
that you walk
where angels fear to tread,
that thru these Times of hate and so much unsaid,
you care beyond the visible things ;maybe some place you broke, even just a bit, died inside and rose again, said what you might never have unless you were Defy’d
these are more than Songs …
/ more @ http://raeindia.wordpress.com/2014/01/31/def-yd-no-illusions/
‘Be Little again,’ It said, ‘like when you were a child, ready to walk out the door barefoot – be little enough to never wear pride. The ugly kind. It is the worst defeat.’
( Early morning conversation with Dawn people)
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.
How little the dark is, next to Light.
and diamonds turned,
THIS SILENCE IS
NOT QUIET, THIS PLACE NO LONGER
ALONE, YOU LEAD ME BESIDE
DESERTS AND SEASONS I CANNOT RE-ARRANGE,
YEAH, THOUGH THAT IS SO,
ILLUSIVE-TRUTHS, SO SWIFTLY
EMPTY MY DESERTS
I NEVER SAW INNER DIMENSIONS BEFORE, NOT
HERE, NOT ANYWHERE..
© Oleg Shel
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