It is not ours to figure out, it is ours to accept the universe and with it all it's trappings, all of it's apparent sadness, it's horrible tragedies, it's greatness and limitless laughter and love. This thing we call life, our boat, our journey, our footsteps down the many paths we find our souls take, the many paths God takes us, it is ours to breath in both the darkness and the light, for without each we do not evolve, we do not grow.
Life given us by the power of the universe, GOD, is for us to absorb, the comets of change, to ride the winds of testaments, it is for us to carry on the mission of life as either dark souls or light souls as the Milky Way dances through universe floating in infinities craft. Life, the stars, the moon, the darkness, the bright sunshine, the rainbows, the hurricanes of grief, the quite coves of love we find along the seas of our years, our nature as the human animal, our wonderful spiritual power is to always progress towards the brighter light, the mountain peaks ahead. Life is not about a mountain peak to be climbed, it is about mountains and valleys, it is about the depth of one and the glorious heights of the other. It goes on forever on this plane we travel, a moment, a blip in time, we dance with the cycles of our highs and lows as we fly the blue skies of joy or crash land into a dry hot desert of despair where the devil lies beside us laughing and taunting us with the heat of sadness, with hurt so black we can not comprehend the purpose, the illogical, yet the warrior in us no matter how far in we auger into our black abyss of inner sadness, we must as we weep lift up our shield of FAITH, the faith of knowing that beyond all else it is God to handle us, not us, it is there we put all trust, all knowing, all peace, it there we become the moment, it is there we begin to live forever, it there we find salvation from the many questions that our nature asks.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Bad Day
Life is full light and dark that propels us, that throws us forward down the stream of our own evolution, our wonderful lessons in this thing we call life. Life is roses and life is hell. Life is our test bed. Some fail to grasp it's purpose, it's mission, it's reason, some never know what FAITH really means. To not know faith and it's philosophy and what that means in life is a sadness I can not describe, a loss to those who come and go and never swim in the pool of their own faith is the tragedy for faith in GOD and light is where salvation lies on this plane and beyond.
Our sword of faith, the strength of it's metal, determines where our light flows and how it shines upon others as we evolve each day. Some of us are warriors with our shields of faith, others are cannon fodder as the devil lies in his wake the dead of those he has burned where those did not carry their shields of faith. I am a warrior and the devil can kiss my ass, for I know my father, God, his light, his reason, his purpose, his love for me, the reason the universe exists and why the devil exists, why evil things happen. It is to always test our shields, to determine if we are cannon fodder or are we warriors of God our father creator.
Our sword of faith, the strength of it's metal, determines where our light flows and how it shines upon others as we evolve each day. Some of us are warriors with our shields of faith, others are cannon fodder as the devil lies in his wake the dead of those he has burned where those did not carry their shields of faith. I am a warrior and the devil can kiss my ass, for I know my father, God, his light, his reason, his purpose, his love for me, the reason the universe exists and why the devil exists, why evil things happen. It is to always test our shields, to determine if we are cannon fodder or are we warriors of God our father creator.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
PROMISE OF A DAY
From
heavens eternal miles
I have traveled for the promise of a day when your
smile would trumpet the end of my trek across the abyss of ages.
In a blissful cove the cradle of my soul gently rests my hearts
request for the angels to sprinkle your love upon the glow
of my hearts light. Await with faith someday my love you
shall come from the cosmos to light my hearts harbor so bright and
forever it shall burn the passions glories bond of two souls as one we shall be.
One light, through dark and stormy nights to life's paradise delights we
shall shine our love upon this world.
Born of faith, trust, compassion, wonder lust and zeal, hand in hand,
heart to heart we shall never part.
Greg Ruffin
2002
BOXES
Boxes and hearts,
as far apart
as black and white;
with all the color in between,
trapped as a bird
captured from it's flight of dreams.
To box the heart
is to trap a flower
in a spring shower with no sun for it to smile.
Miles apart are boxes and hearts.
Never can they truly coalesce.
Tear down your boxes;
take the flowers of spring showers
in your beak and fly.
Fly away softly to the sunlit
rainbows in the sky.
Greg Ruffin
2002
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