When do we stop? Where is the end? In the beginning, we must know where we end and how we end; so that we can hold steadfast to our beliefs when we encounter road blocks. We strive for brilliance but before that dawn, we shall struggle with that eternal night. Where our will must be all. It is the tension in our fingers as a fist is formed, the ripples in our muscles as our arm arches back, but it is that determination in our eyes as we refuse to shut out the light!
So stand, stand with me, as we go to war. We fight not for prizes, riches and honour. We fight so that we can live the life we want. We fight to live! We fight for that right!! Where you, I and my brothers are equal. Though the world may not see it, I tell you, I do and I know who you are. You are human, you are my family, my brothers and sisters. Yes, I know we are much more than that! But look at the whole and realize how much more you truly are.
Though in the end, my knowledge is limited. What I know is that you and I are not the grains of sand on a beach, we are not the waves that batter that beach, nor are we the ocean that carries the sand into the far reaches! We are more! More than the land beneath our feet, bigger than the mountains that extend to the heavens. Greater are we still when compared to the Earth that grew from a grain of sand into a planet. For we tread upon the celestial bodies. Yet we look millions of miles away and wonder if life is upon them? This is nothing more than a folly. Because they look upon us and dream to come here, to walk amongst us because they are us.
You are more than the grain of sand, more than humanity, more than a planet and still more than a galaxy! You are limitless and your potential is without end. So when do we stop and where is that end? We never stop because our dreams are endless.
The ancients would yearn for immortality. They would yearn to be remembered. To be immortalised, so that they would never be forgotten in the aeons of time. But aeons later we would evolve into immortality.
We created a space within space. A virtual world where we could live and never be forgotten. There our thoughts can be more than written but recorded for all to share. So worry not about being listed amongst the forgotten. Worry about how you will be remembered.
Mortality is a gift. It highlights the preciousness of the moments we share. The importance of the struggles we bear. Your time is precious, even if what you say will last for ever. But your time is also important, because what you say can last forever.
But now I will tell you something that should be common knowledge. Your soul is eternal. It is the everlasting character we share with our God. But this life is mortal. Our actions and deeds, recorded or not, will determine how we spend eternity.
I’ve never truly seen her. But I’ve felt her hands moving across my cheeks. Her tender touches as she would wipe the sweat from my brow. Her gentle words blowing pass my ear. How insatiable she would be when I laid bare. And when her hands slowly glide over me, chills can be seen running down my spine.
Days when my temper flares and I’m burning with anger, her gentle breeze would keep me from buckling to my knees. My passionate nights would be unbearable without her. Her ever changing forms are so gentle and warm. My head spins thinking of nothing but her butterfly kisses.
Gently blowing through my hair. As if to reassure me that she would always be there. Though I may never see her, I most certainly feel her. Similar to faith, in believing in the things unseen. However, I’ll take it a step further by declaring I love her, the wind. When she hugs me I can take flight. I know her presence is fleeting, but in the moment, she is ever present. Faithfully by my side faithfully by your side.
Bury me when I’m dead! When my heart stops beating with the passion of life. When my world no longer struggles against the insidious currents of time. Bury me when my thoughts are content to worry, bury me then!
Bury me on that hill overlooking my loved ones. As they grow old let me fester there. Let these dry bones feed the watch dog that will forever protect the clan. His howls echo my determination and pride. Bury me there, under that dear moon light.
But bury me when I’m dead! When my soul stops. Because I’ve seen my dreams to their destination. Bury me after I’ve stood on that stage and stared down death! Bury me then! Bury me content, with a smile, having a laugh! Because you bury a man that have lived!
In my youth heaven was small it was barely an idea, yet it consumed my all. It consisted of slopes, soft and supple. It’s reach wrapped around me; comforting and warm. I couldn’t wait to enter those gates filled with charm. Little did I know my heaven, still grows.
Hardly a man still I say “I do”. By one, my heaven just grew. Hugs and kisses with little baby wishes; each night a blessing to share. Nine months, eight pounds and three ounces later. I’m a man now! You can add father to my title. My heaven grew again, by one foot and 7 inches.
Empty nesters now, no more missing food or vanishing money. My little troubles have grown up; graduated to long term relationships. My princess a woman now. But like any dad, I gave him the look, at the alter. Be sure to protect her!
A little wiser now? But my heaven is bursting at the seams! “Grandpa, Grandpa come look and see!” I’m a lot busier even though I’m a little slower and maybe a little wiser. My heaven grew with me and I can’t wait for tomorrow.
Scientists say that we look back in time each night we stare upon a star. As our lives burn so brightly shining with beauty. I may never see the origin of you nor how you came to be. But it’s where you’ll go, that I’m most interested to see.
They say that what we see is the travel of light. The imagery as it was when it happened. For what we see is delayed by a factor of time. Having only glimpsed your past as I struggle to understand your present. Know that no one can see your future, but you.
Take stock of who you are. Your value is immeasurable and unfathomable. No amount of machinery, research or deity can define who you are and what you are capable of. So look to your future beyond what you see. Beyond that pain and struggle of now. Picture your future, picture your smile and see what you know is real.
Time Travel by DK-ALF.
Photo source: Time travel archives | Ancient Code
(Short story, a one part mini.)
He laid there waiting as unwillingness could be seen from his eyes. The flames of war burned in his soul. Revolt against death he thought as he grimaced. But like a moth to a flame he was drawn to that warmth. Beckoning to him as he screamed seemingly his last breath.
Determined to be a phoenix; rising from the ashes. He got to his feet with tears in his eyes, biting his lips as blood could be seen slowly dripping. His consciousness faded but he would not allow it to slip noiselessly.
“I am not done!” He professed as the torment was visibly seen splashed across his face. Sweat dripping, jaw clenched and madness in his eyes! The embers of his memories smoldered as loved ones could be seen stoking his will to live.
A step, as he struggled for another and yet another! “I will not go!” he declared with his arms outstretched to the heavens. His head was tilted back as the rays of sunshine kissed his forehead. A smile appeared then laughter followed. It echoed his will and determination to the heavens!
He would not go, determined to change, to be anew. Rebirth his goal, death only an obstacle. Though he was beaten, battered and left for dead. He was undaunted and unwilling to accept the end. So he dared to change his fate regardless of the suffering! His phoenix call; clear and loud! “Let the heavens tremble as I shall be reborn!”
Going through the motions,
An emotional being?
You “put your face on” in the morning,
teeth all clean.
A pair of pants, a shirt and a tie.
As symmetric as can be.
Now, one foot before the other.
Your destination arrives.
Greet, smile and say a word or two.
These pleasantries repeated,
Their shyness retreated,
And comfort ensues.
These motions well rehearsed,
Practically programmed to perfection.
How alive are you?
I understand, certain things
You can’t compute.
But why not try to be different?
Why not try to be you?
Update, your definition on life,
And become engaged.
Though life can be seen
as a system of relays.
How you live it,
Is completely up to you.
So instead of recharging
your batteries tonight.
Give it a thought,
and explore your feelings.
Consider what it means to be human,
What it means, to be you.
Man or Machine By DK-ALF.
Photo source: The Matrix Trilogy