Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Words

Words. How precious they are when used as if they are precious indeed. How sweet the sound, when used well. For, we can make them pearls and diamonds or we can make them the cause of weeping and whips. Perhaps the most powerful feature on the face is the mouth, due to what it can emit. For this reason, silence has been declared, 'golden'. It is wiser to hold one's tongue, than it is to speak a word that may cause grief. But we live in a world where people are constantly prompted to speak and the silent one may not be viewed as favourably as the one that is constantly speaking. 

Words matter, yes. Some people can use them with eloquence. Some people stumble over them, some people use them as knives to cut others deep and hurt them beyond repair. Some people use them to woo and win friendship, some to destroy a life, with carefully woven lies. 

My high school principal gave the entire student body some wise advice some decades ago: Examine the way the mouth is constructed. The tongue is placed behind the lips, behind the teeth, and held in place by a lever beneath it. To speak is not always necessary. Think carefully before you do... 

She was an eloquent woman with powerful observation skills. Notice that the eyes don't have so many blocks in front of the lens.

I believe the more eloquent one becomes, the less one will have to say, because I think eloquence is a derivative of knowledge, skills, and abilities. The more one knows, the more one is able to speak with flow. So, I think rather than practice words and try to build a vocabulary by combing the dictionary, we should gain skills, secure knowledge, and develop our abilities. Then we will find that vocabulary and eloquence comes naturally. From a place of knowledge, skills, and abilities, one may choose to speak, or not...depending upon necessity. How pleasant it is to listen to such a person speak.

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Mother Or Parent, Or, Just Stand-by.


Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Woman

Woman: The flame that runs through her, that runs through him, who holds the one who next rules the world.

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Finding Self

 
I'm not an illusion.
Individuating, moving forward.                                                               
Who am I?
All I've got is what I am,
What I am is how I feel,
How I feel, is who I am.

I'm not an illusion.
I am the psyche.

Sunday, 14 September 2014

Friday, 12 September 2014

What is Love?

Cats understand Love.
It is only cats that truly understand love. They understand that love is not a trap, not a chain, not a hook. They know that to truly love there must be no obligation to love. 

For love is a free force born to life and not to man. And when someone says, "I love you..." they've only just begun. The journey to love is an unending one which only cats understand...

"I love you," is a statement of commitment. But who truly understands commitment? And when we understand commitment we won't say, "I love you."
Watch the cat.
Love cannot be dragged down to a physical expression and still be love. At this point it is transformed into something else. Something else called, emotion. Emotion is not love. It's a longing after love lost through attempting to define it and hook it and harness it to a physical expression. 

We use emotion to give love a false identity and lose ourselves in that identity we have created.  Nothing created by man lasts forever. Love is everlasting. The things which are everlasting cannot be hooked, harnessed, trapped, chained. 

The journey to love is a long one filled with heart-aches and a multitude of mental and physical discomforts which is a result of emotion. Until we can put emotion aside, we cannot know love. Yet, until we have experienced emotion thoroughly, we cannot put it aside. But when we are ready, love finds us. We do not have to speak of it, think about it, nor even show it. It just, is. It is, for those who have eyes to see, and those who have ears to hear. It carries its own quiet storm. Only when we are ready. 

Until that time, emotion exists. Some call it love.