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Monday, October 31, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Struggle
A constant struggle,
A tug, a shake, a quake.
A pull this way & then that way.
Up, down, in, out.
A constant struggle
Light & dark blending in
Strobe effects of smoky haze.
Reality is obscured &
contrasted.
A constant struggle,
Tear stained smiles & false
Bravado to make it through
The day, fearing the night.
A constant struggle,
To awake each morning
Plod on, trod on, fallen on
Some meaningless soul.
A constant struggle,
To survive the day with
Music & lines on pages as
The only solace.
David Corbet
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Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
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Sunday, October 2, 2011
Hearing the song of Grey
She
sings sweetly in my ear and I wonder if the words spring from her soul. I
wonder if I could be her muse. I wonder if she is as delicate and as kind as
her voice. What would life be like at her side? It is a lost dream, one
destined to never be fulfilled. Life always brings the unexpected and the
unexplained. We must not wait for the evil to consume us but must be vigilant
in our defense with good and righteousness. Lost dreams can bring evil, or they
can be used to fertilize the truth of reality, of passion sought and won. Don’t
let her sweet voice be the symbol of a failed existence, but as the rallying
cry of great things, the standard bearer leading the charge into the darkness
of swirling futures with out certainty. The prize is only won after the race is
complete. Run to win, but not for the prize for it is fleeting and will not
bring the strength to continue winning. Race to win; race to build the strength
to race again, and again and again…
Life
is grey. Life is a blend of the rich darkness of utter blackness bringing decay
and chaos and the pure white of truth and perfection. But the grey is not evil;
it is necessary. Grey is the dawning of the new day when the world is filled
with solemn silence preparing for the release of potential. Grey is the cloud
that brings the nurturing rains from which all life springs. Grey is the blur
of movement across the screen of life. Grey is life lived without regret, but
with pain and joy in abundance. Grey is the willingness to risk pain to gain
joy and love and all things good. With out grey there would be no depths of
shadows, no horizon to run towards. Without grey the world would be simple and
simplistic and naive and utterly boring. But very safe. Very safe, indeed.
So
how do we wade through the complexities of greyness which pervades life at
every turn? We walk gently and securely with one hand on the white staff of
truth. We keep our heart pure filled with passion ready to act with compassion
towards neighbor and enemy alike. Those with the eyes to see can pierce the
foggy greyness with clarity of sight. Those with the eyes to see are not held
by the cryptic nature of the ever present grey. Right action, right direction
becomes crystal clear and impossible to escape. But those without the sight are
lost and confused, dismayed at the actions of others. They are held captive by
their own fear, their own guilt. They fail and fall deeper into the dark
blackness which hides below the grey waiting to pounce on the unaware. They
cannot move towards the light, towards the white. But one cannot reach the
white until they have gained the sight to move safely through the grey. So seek
the sight which brings life, brings insight, brings clarity of thought and
action. Take it and use it. Gain the white.
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