Its not too late but I have been meaning to write a new blog for a while now, but time has gotten in the way again.I have just come across this piece I wrote this year but it is perhaps a bit heavy. Maybe I was feeling sorry for myself, because my mum had just passed over and I began to question what the "hell" was life all about!
I am going to publish it anyway....
So they say. Think about every moment too hard and life becomes bound by strings that are invisible and we wonder why our life never changes.
Caught up in the world wind of a hurricane, moving us forward to near oblivion, we attempt to find a route for our redemption.
We look for a leader, a light to shine in the darkness, but all that we find is dust where once had been life.
We strain to music played by a beating drum, only we do not understand its tune.
We wait to see who is following us and we use the excuse that there is always someone else to blame.
We smother ourselves with hints of remorse when things go wrong but we never accept that maybe the fault lies with ourselves.
Why we are in the situation is the question we ask ourselves often. We always find someone else to blame and rarely look at the reasons why.
We live in fear and we believe that god will forgive us anything.
The earth revolves in a never-ending circle and nights grow dim before dawn breaks. We wake up only admitting that perhaps we had a bad dream and the insights and intuition that tried in the darkness to trigger some answers to our questions is put to one side as we get on with the day.
God is waiting and he will forgive me is the hopeful belief that runs through our heads as people destroy the earth and use its resources to further existence on this planet.
Do not worry, God is not vengeful, he will not harm us.
Little do we realise that god is only watching, smiling and with a knowing look turns his back.
The people will know when they look at their shadows; the realisation will dawn when the mirror of time strikes the hour of their awakening.
They will become aware like a bolt of thunder strikes its target and suddenly all will be clear but then it will be too late for them to turn back, because as the cycle of life revolves the karmic links that they have created will strike again at their door.
They will eventually understand that they will have to relive the experience again and travel down the pathway of life hoping to find their selves at a new doorway of time where they can undo the threads that they have built on the web of human existence.
Acceptance, Change, God, Life, Poetry, Fear, Belief?
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