A Ramble...ramblerambleramble...bramble?
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Silence. The silence that lives inside of us. The calm after battle...before a storm...that little space inside of us that is so often forgotten, ignored, but never leaves. That space inside where joy, love, and hope go when fear takes over...pandora's box...that little space is the one good thing left at the bottom...listen to that silence inside you...it speaks without words...it knows nothing of words...the language of the soul is silence...it knows only one thing: "I am"...and knows no definition...just be...pure existance...and you will find the answers you didn't even realize you sought...
Forgotten. Too much is forgotten these days...when our laughter has been replaced by electronic beeps, our voices lost in the hum of machines...even our music is electronic, mechanical. You turn on the radio...and hear electronic beeps, keyboards and synthesizers...open the window. You'll hear the birds sing, the wind in the trees...music is life...life has music...
Color...does sound have color? Some say it does...I've been told my voice is blue...what does that mean? I don't know...I always thought of it as round... 
Sight, and sound, touch, and laughter...are they one in the same...to see sound and hear color...blue is clear...the sky is clear and bright...there's no way to prove that of course...there is no way to capture an audio recording of color...I suppose its like trying to explain "blue" to a blind person...they can never truely know...and neither can we...sometimes I feel like that...like I can never know...because I've never known...and don't know where to begin.
Blah...shallow people...I listen to my friends talk and all I hear is sports, or boys, or fashion, or schoolwork...just once I'd like to hear someone my own age ask "what do you want out of life?"..."what do you value?"..."what's most important to you?"...I may not be able to answer these questions myself...but at least I can understand them...do you know how you would answer those questions? I want freedom in life...maybe not freedom in the traditional sense...but freedom from the constraints so many try to place on us all...I want knowledge...maybe knowledge isnt the right word...I want to know what's inside myself...how to listen to that little voice...I want prosperity...and I don't mean money. I want the satisfaction of knowing that I accomplished something...fullfillment...health...love...How many people want "a good job, a nice house, a car and a family"? I value honesty, duty, honor, love...I value kindness and mercy...but not giving in...acceptance is not surrender, someone once said and I'm inclined to agree...What's most important to me? LIFE...life is important to me...noticing the little things...
No one seems to ask these questions anymore...although they'll ask "does my hair look ok?"...language has become shallow...just words...collections of syllables when put together matching a definition in a book...words that only really mean other words....what happened to the days when words carried a piece of the essence of that which they described? When words *were* the idea, instead of simply describing it?
Poetry...rythm to words...the ideas in poetry lies not in the words, but between them...in the barely perceptible spaces between the words...in the flow of it, the music of it...the overall effect far greater than the sum of its parts....similes...metaphors...alone these words mean nothing...together they mean the world...
There is life in the rustle of leaves, the glint of sun on the water...music in the raindrops, in the dripping, melting snow and cracking ice...music that in autumn bids farewell to the sun...and haralds its return as new life begins...
Belief...I don't have belief...I have knowledge...people ask me if I believe in God...I don't believe. I KNOW. When there is no doubt in your mind, it is not belief...when you wake up and look out the window and feel the presence...the leaves, in the sun, in the moon...feel the magic...and know its there...anything is possible...my home feels empty without my Gods...it is not my home without them, only a house...I carry them with me wherever I go...I've no need of a church or a temple...because they are there with me...everywhere I go is sacred...
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