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

 


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 its 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. Its 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.

Curved Intentions – Becoming your feast

“Do not imagine that the good you intend will balance the evil you perform” 
Kitsune
Curved intentions, raking my back, I’m caught

Tearing my skin I pull away taught

Faithful I lay awake in pretend

Hoping quickly my life will end

Hungry breath and obsessed eyes

Biting through my gentleness you despise

Quivering, shaking the cold of afterlife

My soul separated by desire’s knife

Holy Sanctum – The Invasion

“Sometimes great power brings out the worst in us, and unfortunately, it isn’t until people are given it that we see the true shades of their character.”
Barbara Kloss, Gaia’s Secret

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The malevolence is forceful, it pushes on me, 

Malicious hands covering my mouth

Tearing at the clothing of my soul, I feel his hardness

Slamming me against a battered wall of reality

Forcing me, the scarred fingers of feigned goodness,

Pulling back the hair on my sacred ground

His hand on my throat, cutting off life from my holy sanctum

Now His weight is on me, in me, pushing and pulling me

I respond with obedient, corrupted innocence

The shattered remains of my soul speak:

Why have you done this?

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Also published in Broowaha Magazine

01292012

Holy Sanctum – The Invasion

“Sometimes great power brings out the worst in us, and unfortunately, it isn’t until people are given it that we see the true shades of their character.”
Barbara Kloss, Gaia’s Secret

cuppikacke20

The malevolence is forceful, it pushes on me, 

Malicious hands covering my mouth

Tearing at the clothing of my soul, I feel his hardness

Slamming me against a battered wall of reality

Forcing me, the scarred fingers of feigned goodness,

Pulling back the hair on my sacred ground

His hand on my throat, cutting off life from my holy sanctum

Now His weight is on me, in me, pushing and pulling me

I respond with obedient, corrupted innocence

The shattered remains of my soul speak:

Why have you done this?

Related Post: Endless Sky

Also published in Broowaha Magazine

01292012

Brokenness – No pain, No gain

“A broken soul is not the absence of beauty, but a cracked and torn soul reeks of the sweet incense it contains.” – C. JoyBell C.

Broken. A pervasive and hopeless sadness following a loss or traumatic experience. There is another side to brokenness, a side that is beautiful. When my mind snaps, when my heart breaks, when I’m left alone, when I’m betrayed, I am cast down on the stones of life and the shards of peace and hope scatter everywhere. In the aftermath, when all I’m left with are pieces, there lies a hidden gift of recovery. The process of healing and restoration initiates a change that, if I were left whole, could not occur. For brokenness to help me, for it to begin surprising and wondrous changes, I must take my mess to the Creator. He formed the grandeur of the universe from chaotic clutter and He will bring awesome galaxies of restoration to the darkness of my broken soul. When I yield to Him, a resurrection of hope reaches from the grave. I find real beauty in brokenness, it allows me to be an understanding and compassionate companion to the many that lay in ruins. Brokenness, it allows me a chance to be a healer, and as I heal others, I restore myself. 

Also published in Broowaha