Into The Dark – Take me to your dark places –

“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.”

– Mark Twain

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I‘ll follow you there, into the dark
The dark is my lover, I caress it’s shadowy folds.
Come, join me in the midnight blackness
It soothes the brightness of truth
Thick blindness holds us tight
Our fears close but held at bay
Cold, our emotions now irrelevant
I‘ll follow you there, into the dark
Where lie my deepest fantasies
Lay down your fear my sweet woman
Take my misty promises into the wildness
Of the unknown, unfeeling, and unbelievable
Provoking them to relinquish their hidden treasure
as I follow you there, into the dark 

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First published in Opinions Of Eye

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Revealed

“Some people think that the truth can be hidden with a little cover-up and decoration. But as time goes by, what is true is revealed, and what is fake fades away.” 
 – Ismail Haniyeh

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Everything I want to hear, or afraid to

Spoken with sweetness, I’m lied to

Clothed in harlot’s dresses, draw me close

Words sweet in duress, imposter I chose

Winking with sultry eyes, words conceal

My ruin never to come, imposter revealed

Now On Wings – Sitting still

“I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man’s being unable to sit still in a room.” – Blaise Pascal

 

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Please tell me this is all

not a waste

I struggle to be content and just

let life be

How easy is it to lose yourself

along the way

Like rain falling, silently gathering,

it flows down hill

What will stop the wayward descent

into my oblivion?

I look out from my hidden world

beauty all around

Could it be that all that is required is

to just sit still

I see you running, madness chasing you

just like me

There is a rest from all your panicked flight

in His arms

These are no fanciful delusions

of a religious man

Only the musings of a man once flightless

now on wings

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Now On Wings – Sitting still

“I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man’s being unable to sit still in a room.” – Blaise Pascal

 

overlord

Please tell me this is all

not a waste

I struggle to be content and just

let life be

How easy is it to lose yourself

along the way

Like rain falling, silently gathering,

it flows down hill

What will stop the wayward descent

into my oblivion?

I look out from my hidden world

beauty all around

Could it be that all that is required is

to just sit still

I see you running, madness chasing you

just like me

There is a rest from all your panicked flight

in His arms

These are no fanciful delusions

of a religious man

Only the musings of a man once flightless

now on wings

07252011

The Fount – A hidden spring of provision

“When I chased after money, I never had enough. When I got my life on purpose and focused on giving of myself and everything that arrived into my life, then I was prosperous.“– Wayne Dyer

 

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Laying in the desert, hot and dry throughout the land

Is a hidden fountain, waters flowing from under the sand

It has saved the life of many travelers, exhaustion so near

When all is lost then the vision becomes clear

Drink deep fellow traveler from its plenty

Renewed with strength from its bounty”

– The Fount, D.M.W. Sager

There is a mystery surrounding this flow. It is a given that water will flow as long as there are souls that drink from it. Should the fount decide that it‘s tired of always giving, it would dry up. What the fount should know is, the very act of those in need taking sustenance from its cold and clear waters, is providing for its continued life. It‘s a mystery how that being taken from, adds to; how being used, promotes you. It’s tempting to give up helping others. The idea creeps in that the supply is limited. I forget that in helping others, I apply to my life a principle that, in giving, I receive. This is contrary to my understanding. Assuming that constant giving depletes my resources, I resist the opportunities to give. This selfishness on my part, hurts me, and hurts those I could help. Reminding myself of the divine principle, that contradicts my natural thinking, I am encouraged to keep the gates to my provision open.

I take the locks off the gates to the fountain, exposing my life to the weary traveler, the forlorn soul, the thirsty wayfarer. To my continued amazement, the levels of life giving water never fall below the lines where I have what I need; continually provided for by sources divine, I give all to any who come near. This lifestyle is not without sacrifice. Many who drink from my life, ridicule me, thinking they have played their con to a great degree and deceived me into giving them my provisions; they are wrong in their thinking, I know what they are doing and gladly give my goods to be spoiled. Knowing that in the end, this is my life, this is my purpose, I am a fountain. To give is my destiny and purpose. To not give would be to deny my destiny as a source of provision. Give to those who are in need, do not worry that you will be provided for, the divine arithmetic is in play. In giving, you get, in being reduced, you are promoted, in being divided, you are multiplied. Don’t hesitate, being good to those around you, know that you are a fountain, it is your life to give and replenish others. In laying your life down, you will live.