Venerable Life’s Wisdom

Venerable Life’s Wisdom
Stands firm throughout trial,
Taking only what is required,
Giving back so much more,
Knowledge spread out freely,
Doing in not doing, tis unity,

easy…

Venerable Life's Wisdom Stands firm throughout trial, Taking only what is required, Giving back so much more, Knowledge spread out freely, Doing in not doing, tis unity, easy...
Venerable Life’s Wisdom
Stands firm throughout trial,
Taking only what is required,
Giving back so much more,
Knowledge spread out freely,
Doing in not doing, tis unity,
easy…

 

 

Living In Bliss

Past life is but a memory,
Hours flying past now gone,
Like transitory dreams given o’er,
Whose images are kept in store,
Not but visions left untold,
All to come is not,
How can I make it be mine,
These present moment’s of import,
Too fast gone as if never got,
Present be our holiest era.
Then talk of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows,
Hold to the miracle of what can be,
This very minute true for thee,
‘Tis all that Creation allows…

easy…

Learning From What Was

I strive to learn, to listen, to feel, to see,
Hear the whispered magic in the winds,
Feel the love enraptured my very core,

To embrace the gentle murmur of the tree filled the forest,
Ever holding in your heart their cool shade they provide,
Behold the colors of rainbow in the beacon of flowers,

Hear the chattering of the butterflies flitting about them in peace.
Contrasted by the boisterous scolding squirrels in their ever running work.
Hear the magical whispers of the earth mother drifting across this world,

The heavenly sigh of the dusty dry ground as the first rain drops fall,
Feel the joy in the clouds as they drift across creation,
Laugh with the noisy cries of baby bird as its mother comes home,

Take pleasure in the chance meeting of a new friend,
Share the pain of the losing the wisest of old ones now gone,
Let this world excite you, stir your soul with new-found awareness,

The startling cascading rumble of windblown stones rattling on the roof,
Heart stopping strike of lighting and thunder in an otherwise clear sky,
The unintentional slip down a muddy bank into the cold clear waters below,

Cuddle in the rapture at the howling of the wolves on the mountaintop,
Cry out in the passion invoked by the sunset’s last gleams,
With your abundance of patience, for all things living or not,

This is the only true secret, and with this I find success cannot fail,
Forever embracing the simple offers of life, embracing each instant of time,
Holding sacred all now surrounding me, while letting not one moment be lost,
For this journey is made only from my single steps combined,

-Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 13th, 2007

Here’s a challenge as such,

A progression of images, the beginning named as conceived. having reached, maturity, the inevitable decline, nearing the end, and finally having ended. I’m really interested in reading what meaningful writings these may bring out from all of you Set yourselves free, allow your feeling to flow though your pens, and share the core of yourselves that special part our you to help bring enlightenment and inspiration to the rest of us. Come on now, put a little effort in it, took my 2 and 1/2 days to do the images.

Easy

 

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easy     WiseElder Decline

Wise Elde Ended

Gone

This most heart stopping daze, can’t be real,
Desperately looking for her, this emptiness,
Nothing left but pain, world morpheme loss,

I reach out to hold, finding only destitute air,
How can this be truth, I must have you close,
Where are you love, without you I am so lost,

I sit with tears flowing, empty void in my bed,
I pray this nightmare be over, silence returned,
Screaming out for you, only echoing emptiness,

easy…

The never-ending questions. “Why now,’ “What did I do wrong that caused this,” “How can I ever go on alone,” “My faith is ended, how could I ever again give thanks,” “What could I have done to change this,” The doubts never seem to end. But over time, with acceptance and understanding peace will return. The pain and suffering never really end, yet we will learn to live a new life, even happiness will return with time. Know that many of us suffer just as you are. The painting I called “Pain & Loss” done right after I lost a dear friend.

PainAndLoss