Friendship

Would but I could convey from my heart that which is most dear. The thought of you any moment of the day for it is your existence that provides my very life breath. When in despair you firmly take my hand and lead me back onto the path. If I should balk or resist you stand steadfast awaiting consciousness to return.
It is the very essence of your being that propels me on. For there are days that the mountains are too high, my will dissipates and my resolve crumbles like iron too long weathered. I find myself tossed about like the leaf in the wind, you gently capture my soul and keep it safe until I can find my way to safe harbor.
Your words may sting from time to time, like antiseptic upon the wound, for mine own good you say, the hurt within the heart is but momentary as it is replaced with your love. The action perceived from clouded eyes is a misrepresentation just as is the shadow cast at twilight. Where I find demons and ghosts none exist for the light plays tricks upon my mind, the brightness of day like your smile always clears the gloom.
We humans accidentally hurt those we love the most, for our bonds are strong and they bring down the walls of ice and stone, leaving them in rubble at our feet to expose the fragility of our truest nature. It is that which the friend cradles close to the breast and shelters from the harsh realities. Though we cannot see for our own pain, the cruelty of our words and actions can wound but in the love of the friendship find healing that is no less than divine.
Vulnerable in moments of despair, pain exuded from us as though from the very gates of hell. Unleashed in a fury which only a friend can combat and repel. As we lay in a heap, spent from that which tortures us, the balm of their love surrounds us, normalizes our world and renews our faith in humanity which we all but lost.
Oh but friend, without you my world becomes ash, my thoughts scattered like atoms in the cosmic wind and my soul directionless. I beseech you to forgive my inconsistent nature, to look upon me with kind and gentle eyes, for I am lost in the wilderness of indecision and your guidance I seek. This day I call upon you, some future moment the honor to hold you fast shall be mine and I will not shirk such a great responsibility for your love is all that I seek and in this I shall not waiver.

©JFK

The Dance We Call Life

Time is but the convenient measure of the bond that strengthens through shared experiences. Moments which try the patience of the fragile form in which we survive; held together by the unseen force of emotion so rarely spoken. It is the silence of the moment; the words that hang between and somehow are understood by the soul without the vibration escaping the lips.
As we stand firm within our understanding of the Universe as it presents itself today, fully knowing that tomorrow it shall take a form unbeknownst to us and without our permission to fulfill its specific destiny. The firmament its playground the forces its will. Our existence but another of the inconsistencies of nature as we exaggerate our importance in the dance we call life. Such vastness unfathomable and indescribable; our footprint leaves no mark within its confines.
We hold firm to our beliefs; a desire to find commonality which propels us forward. We are not a solitary creature but a herd. Each with its ability and limitation, finding our partners amongst our own and ultimately in a realm beyond. We dance like twin stars forever testing the boundaries of our associations; uncertain steps that when reflected upon show a clear but always winding path.
My bond to you is not a measurable quantity for it is boundless and without limit. Time is not measured by mechanical devices, but through the experience which is imbedded in my mind, lived in my heart and shared through my tears. Matter-anti-matter pairs are the manifestation of the Universe’s breath, giving life to us all. The subtle heartbeat of its life in the myriad of wavelengths of energy creation’s ultimate building blocks from whence we all come.
Union- the action of the mind as it overcomes physical coordinates to reach through space and time to touch spirit. Riding a gravitational wave beyond the edge of today to choose either yesterday or tomorrow. That which lay unspoken takes form, the unseen bond now visible; a cloak of brilliant light bending upon the curve of space.
Whispers in time these shadows long ago; no beginning no end, coalescing in the darkness to bring light. Brilliance mingles with the mundane each sharing in the Creation, each making a home within our heart. The bond is tethered by love, strengthened by distance and forever holds us tight in an embrace that will not diminish. For it is our belief in our reality, our oneness and unity that leads us in solidarity. Spoken not within our mind but through our heart words from our soul written in eternity and present only in memory.

Gaia’s Soul

Whispering mists of time across the river of dreams carry me into the sunset on wings of silken confectionary, as the blossoms struggle against their frozen cages to find rebirth under the golden hues for the promise of the morning sun.
Blue depths; pools saturated in honeysuckle and wine envelop my senses and leave me breathless on its shore.
Fate’s shadow and childish whimsy of yesterday left behind, the tattered remnants of my youth lay in a heap upon the shore like the forgotten chemise on a summer’s day.
Wash from me the half-remembered memory like cheesecloth yellowed from the days of autumn; crushed under foot releasing the musty notes of the fallen leaves, floating upon the breeze in the haze of twilight.
Let the rains pass over me; wash from me the dust of the toil which left its mark upon my soul; raise my face to the stars let the silvery light of the moon transform once more the girl whose destiny lays in the stars; but whose heartbeat is but the ebb and flow of the tides such a gentle embrace.
In a time of smoky scents; a blanket of glistening crushed frailty lays upon me like the bridal veil; as I drift into the winter’s sleep of ages; blossoms red to proclaim the love I shall find; on a bed of pine needles I lay my head and my eyes are caste once again across the land; with a sign of deep resonant harmony their souls will meld with mine for all eternity.

 

With each season a newness is found, but the connection to who you are remains. ©JFK

Leaves a Mark Within The Mind

Sharing of moments so precious to our future days. For the memory is sweeter than wine and lingers upon the lips; bursting into an array of fragrant nuances as it touches the pallet and burns like sweet fire in throat.
For our lives are but a collection of memories some bitter and sharp even as the vision once so clear becomes a haze upon the plain of evermore. These are memories that tug upon the heart and leave tears upon our cheek as though we have walked into yesterday.
The punctuated moments ; the staccato beat of the heart; fall into the velvet softness and lilting harpsichord of the mundane daily moments that linger for they were spent with those we love, the laugh of the child in his mother’s arms as the wind catches their smile for it is seared into the soul.
The fire on the cold winter’s night with laughter in the air that rings in the ears like the bells on Christmas morning. The smoke in my hair; the starburst of your eyes reflect the warmth all captured in the heart and to radiate upon the skin that burn so brightly within.
The struggles and the triumphs now walk hand-in-hand along a dusty road that we have long forgotten except for the memory. Like a broken strap on the bag of yesterdays, carried across our shoulder cradled safely in our arms and with tears in our heart.
For as we breathe in each new experience those who have walked with us along the way take our hand and lead us into the tomorrows caste into the sea. It is their memory tucked safely in our soul that gives color to the day and chases the grey clouds to distant lands.
Our gait may no longer be steady, our hand may not hold firm the cup, but the sweet memory of your hand in mine, my eyes uplifted to yours and our laugh at a jest long forgotten warms me with the vigor of my youth.
It will be you always, as the sun sets in the purple hues of the day peppered with coral and golden light skipping across the lake, as the days wane and the seasons become one the scent of pine shall linger in the air to remind me of the trees that once grew there.
We shall fade into the mists of time; save but for memory we have left so little that was permanent of you and me. It was our love that infused the world in which we lived, into the creations we left behind and leaves a mark forever within the mind.
So today I look upon thee; oh sweet memory, stay with me for it was those moments that sustained and nourished me and I will walk with you for all eternity.

As to all things a season; but love shall remain through the ages and nourish, protect and guide us always JFK

Tears…Salve to Heal the Wounds

I am a yoga teacher, a simple creature, I do not have the words or the healing touch that shall heal your broken heart and to restore your soul to the glow that has lit the world these many years. That you shall find again for you are strong and the universe will be kind and keep it safe until you again shall carry it proudly into the world.

If but I could take your tear and fashion it into the salve to heal the wounds I would do so; even if it meant taking a piece of my own heart to graft upon yours.

Our lives are a path washed clean by our tears, our hearts are mended time and again with the love of our fellow man. For it is love that has both injured us and saved us from greater sorrow.

If I could I would take the pain from your heart and to give you the hope that you will awake from this. You have lost one dear, for she gave you life, and nurtured you throughout your life. She was there in all the happy moments and you were there when she needed you most.

Our lives are entwined with others, they shall come into our lives and leave them physically but forever they reside within our hearts. She shall rest there always in peace and without the pain of our earthy existence.

Now you will move forward with her wisdom in your breast and her memory in your heart. Let the condolences of our loved ones hold you as you transition to the life that she has left to you… to waste a moment would tarnish her memory and steal the future which she lives through you.

In peace and loving memory to all of us who have lost someone… for whatever reason… with love in my heart to you JFK

Forever was Yesterday

Forever was yesterday in the life you knew. Tomorrow is this place that you keep aspiring to. Yet today is the moment that you control.

The arrow of time points in the direction of your tomorrow, your memories in the direction of yesterday and your experience is this very breath.

The smile on your face is today. The photograph of the wind rustling your hair some far away yesterday, but when turns grey all of this becomes the tomorrow you have yet to experience.

We live our lives in moments that we attribute to a time before or after where we presently are. This breath, this moment; this very action are all that we have for there is no tomorrow without today and yesterday brought us this day.

Living our lives with one foot in the past and the other in the future leaves us within an instability that cannot be sustained and should not be.

Laugh today; smile today; love today and be here now for yesterday is but a shadow of that day’s memory and tomorrow has yet to be written into history.

Walking hand in hand with today JFK

Serendipity’s Manifesto

I stand at the precipice of an adventure that will change the way I view the world, it will give me wings to fly close to the sun. I am not Icarus, for I am protected by the sheath of friendship an armour to withstand the cauldrons of creation.

I must believe for to go back to the life I had before would be defeat. Forward does not mean easy; it does not mean I will not change paths again it just means for today I place one foot in front of the other, hold my head high and reach my hand to those who extend theirs to me. For in their strength I find my own.

The grey veil of indecision, of malaise cannot touch me this day, I reject its intrusion into my life, the life I choose. My path is clear, there are no brambles for they have been cleared by loving hands; those self-same hands which hold me now until I can venture forth into the light.

I give myself to your mercy, do not let me fall, for it is your strength I call upon now at this nexus of my life. Pull me from the abyss; allow me to once again reign supreme in my domain. An army I see before me; my command withers upon my lips; the blackness calls to me but their light is greater than all the darkness of this night.

I slumber in the safety of violet dew drops and emerald rain; for on the ‘morrow the cerulean sky will break through and I shall emerge upon the stage of my destiny. I will be ready, I will not falter and I will lead for to follow is not serendipity’s manifesto.

I stand not alone but in the company of those who have walked this path with me, together we face the dawn as the grey sky breaks and a smile erupts from my lips you are my past and I only look to the future.

In Peace … JFK

Silk Upon the Wool

Life is nuanced in the subtle shades of our realities; darkness gives distinction and depth of emotions; lighter tones our whimsy to bask in the sun and warm us from the chill of the night air.

The silken thread so delicate and fine but stronger than hemp when force is applied to the properly woven cloth, we are the silken thread so beautiful and delicate but made of sturdier stuff than we imagine.

We are the woolen cape, of roughness to protect from our harsh existence which jostles and buffets us in the northern winds of our time upon this earth; in its dichotomy soft beyond compare as it lays across our bare shoulders.

Upon the weavers frame; patterned and distinct each one tailored to perfection for we each are perfect in our design and function the very breath of creation is upon us each moment the spindle winds its way through the loom.

We are a blend of silk upon the wool, of dark and of light for one does not live without the other. It is the duality of our nature which gives dimension to our character and the beauty which is the very spark of our soul.

Live within the yin that begets yang and the yang that nurtures yin… JFK

A Prayer to an Unknown Entity

David Star

Jeasus as a preacher MOsque

We try to cover too much ground in our lives. We spend our moments as though they will last a lifetime of lifetimes. Our moments are finite, they have a beginning and an end. We cannot bargain for more, we cannot compress a thousand lifetimes into that of just one. More does not mean better and faster sometimes slows us to a stop.
We cannot hope to do more than inspire or motivate another to our cause and we cannot expect everyone will come aboard our transport and follow us on our journey. Some days we travel alone in the wilderness of indecision and others we find ourselves in the company of the masses united in our endeavors.
We may find ourselves lonely in the sea of humanity seeking out the souls of the few who would give us respite from our daily toils; for the loneliness of their number is overwhelming. To find the solitude and comfort of our singular essence alone with nature and with the celestial heavens; to feel the abundance of love and comfort is but what we seek in times of desperation.
Our lives are the culmination of our moments, each distinct and lived, we would hope, with care. So often the moments slip away, the opportunity but a whisper in history. It is not to regret these lost thoughts but to learn so that the future is not constantly written in the past.
To seek the heart’s desires, to fulfill our destiny we each say silently but a prayer to an unknown entity. For we humans are more alike than not, we each desire the fulfillment of our soul, the path may be different and by the means of our own making; but the destination is the same. To have loved, to have inspired and to have created from our very soul a body of work which shall stand immemorial to our existence.
Answers may not always be forthcoming, there may be none, for we do not fully understand the question. To stand upon the earth each day and turn our gaze heavenward; for in that moment we shall find no other explanation than we exist for the grace of it. Lest not we ponder too long on what has been and wish upon that which is to come; for only now we can exist within the course that shall bring us to our destination.
Draw breath into your lungs, let your mind sink deeply into your heart, place one foot in front of the other and exhale. Open your eyes and experience this moment for it shall be gone with the new inhale and you cannot retrieve it from the continuum. Release your mind, open your heart and trust that love will lead you true, exhale and start anew.

In love to all spiritual traditions of the world ©JFK

This Magnificent Experiment We Call Life

The mathematical possibilities of our life are staggering and without calculation; for each human to know his or her life in totality is an impossibility only reserved for the Source. Even then it is unlikely for destiny is not written in the stars but in our thought and our thoughts are manifest in the moment and the moment has no beginning or end.

For there are infinite possibilities each day regarding our actions and our choices. Each choice could be agonized over until we no longer trust ourselves. Would it not be better for each of us to look upon our choices as an opportunity to provide an infinite number of solutions to the consequences of our actions, to rectify that which had poor outcomes and to revel in those which brought a bounty of riches both tangible and not to the universe.

Our choices are a product of our knowledge and circumstances, no less no more. We take a step and many times cannot know the outcome. As we continue down the path the entanglements of our life become more complex; decisions all of which have led us to this moment in time. Those that we perceived ill-made may in the end show us the genius of our life. For our future determines our past if we are to believe quantum mechanics.

It is said all possible futures exist as do all possible pasts, it is only the interaction and interference at a particular moment in time which makes the “choice” of the destination and hence the path that led us to it. If this is the case then our lives are constantly moving forward and back between uncertain beginnings and endings. Only when the calculations are complete can we trace the weaving and circuitous paths that brought us the final moment and the conclusion of this magnificent experiment we call life.

Is it not the journey then that is the difference? Is it not our integrity, our loyalties and that which we hold most dear that becomes the reality? For if all realities exist it is incumbent on each of us to choose wisely, choose with the heart, choose love for that will lead you true even in the fog of indecision. The choice of love seems so simplistic but in reality may be the most difficult for it is entwined with our beliefs, our fears, our hopes, our dreams and those of each and every person whom we have interacted with until that moment.

Our minds can create from pure thought, do not let it deviate from that path for it attempts to draw conclusions based on faulty analysis and patterns which may be as the misalignment of the sine-waves as they collapse upon one another. It is the heart which pierces the veil and leads us true, for it has but one goal to seek love, and achieve happiness. It is relentless in its search to find the true path of our life and lead us there through choices which may not be readily understood but in retrospect are as clear as the sound of the bell in the dead of night.

Allow life to be fluid, like the mechanics of spacetime, for it is in that fluidity that reality is made manifest. Our minds our the most powerful tool that exists in this universe. For what we imagine we can create. Imagine your world, breathe life into it; infuse it with your very soul and write it upon the page note for note. Let the rhythms capture your heart for the heart sings in the key of love. Allow the melody to diffuse into the world through your fingertips. Let your decisions come forth in sincere imagery and give them life by your very will.

Let yourself go; allow yourself to be free. Let the decisions be borne of your understanding of the goals for which your existence in this time is essential… You were always meant to be happy, your heart to be free and your soul to be carried upon the breath of angels. See the path, close your eyes and take that leap of faith for your decisions matter only that you have made them and whatever they shall bring will always provide you with an infinite set of possibilities to achieve that which you hold most dear. Trust yourself, and know others trust you for we are all connected and our destiny is intertwined. Our past is yet to be written for we must choose the future to make it so.

With Love in the Future Tense of the Present Past JFK