Story for the seed

There was a man who sat by swimming roots 

And read to carriers of breath

As though before a crowd in a speakers square

Though his company conversed in the chatter between leaves 

And the calling from the beasts 

His message still was spread to the timeless mind of all

So in shadows cast from the elders growth

He stood in-between fingers of the sun 

And opened pages to greet his flowering bloom 

Stood over there, they say 

That spot where all forms flow and peace becomes your brother

mF

Moonlit Man

                

Moonlit drops fill the silver chalice 

While outstretched hands clasp it's coolness 

The Moutains ledge holds his feet

Like a branch under sparrows toe

The shadow cast on rocky surround 

Line a figure moulded on pure intention 

And dreamers mist parts verily before it's dashing dance 

The moon whispers in light

A touch of an old friend 

Raising a smile like two arms in thanks to the heavens 

Waiting there on the peak of silence 

Sipping the soup of heavenly rains

A man who awaits his calling 

Stands in the strength of stars 

And borderless domains 

mF

More Thoughts into this world and humanity

Entertaining ourselves seems to be the major focus of the general population.

Sitting still in silence is only for the moment before sleep.

I think perhaps we are removing our own self understanding as a result of constantly filling our time with outer focuses in manufactured entertainment.

Most spend there weekdays watching this program or that, between this we watch our phones to see who is doing what.

Even to enjoy ourselves in the company of others on our free days, we feel that the mind must be muddled further from our inner focus with alcohol. Because the seriousness of being our sober true self is much to boring for the possibility of having a laugh or good company. 

I think a problem lyes in the majority of time we actually spend amongst the world which is while working.

We believe the weekend is our freedom, and our total capacity is reached be the positions we fill.

Slotting us safely in this category of personality or that. Leaving us in a role based attitude whilst dealing with other people on a day to day basis. Disregarding others as our brethren, but merely as other workers who also wait for their work time role/shift to be over. 

I've asked a lot recently- who or what exactly am I ?

But a question I'm lead to as a result is who or what is humanity as a whole ?

We just seem to accept that life is just doing our job, filling in our other time with shallow entertainment and clouding our senses to relax from it all, etc etc.

Could we make the world different ? 

Is the life we seem to have created the best it can be? 

Is eating something purely for the momentary pleasure a right of ourselves exercising our gifted free will ? 

Or drinking alcohol something that allows us to detach from our life's seriousness really ok for us all ? 

Or are these things just blown out examples of our free choices, coupled with years upon years if physical and subliminal conditioning ?

Put simply - what would we all be like if we had not created foods that were unnatural ?

If there were no alcohol 

If there were no recreational drugs ? 

If we only entertained ourselves with something pertaining to inner knowledge and understanding, supporting constructive gains? 

If money did not exist ? 

If borders did not exist ? 

If we were one in faith and love ? 

If we worked, not for personal gain but for the companionship and developmental support of our families, communities or fellow human beings. As a duty of gratitude of our togetherness ? 

I said earlier that I asked " who or what is humanity ? " I think after trying on this question, one is left with this...

HOW is humanity the way it is ? 

Some of my wanderings and inner feeling has led me to that it is all a test.

It's like looking around an obstacle course knowing that by traversing along the unbalanced path you gain the most fitness or physical gain. 

So perhaps it is this way for the developmental stepping of our selves through a testing environment. Which has led to many an idea in my time in this life cycle. 

I think the other factor that substantiates the test idea goes back to my first question, " who or what am I ? ". 

Now ask yourself truly-if it wasn't for loss in all it's forms, would you have learnt some of your most valuable lessons ? 

If it wasn't for pain would you have learnt the repercussions of this action or that? 

How many people do you know, including yourself, know or have been told the answer/truth to a problem before them, and then not truly understood until they discover it themselves. When tripping over the warnings that may well have been known, but hold no sway until that dust of fallen findings is swept away. 

Loss is the lesson of the human.

Without imbalance we would not progress. It is what defines and writes the laws of this plane perhaps? 

The pre-school of the children of light. 

Is there a tipping point though, when a singular form of obstacle distracts the movement into others? 

A time where the school requires renovations at the growth and resulting imbalances that growth produces. 

A moment when a teacher has to step in and re-focus attention onto the most beneficial pathway.

Just a few more thoughts I've left to think on. 

mF

Stairways Flight

I sit in fields of brushing growth

I call in rolling wind

I arch to the solace of dropping light 

I move in rippled steps

To valleys the flipping page opens up 

To clouds overhanging time 

To rivers of starry divide 

To peace pulsing from the giants spin

I see with eyes closed gently

I float in a golden sphere 

I mark the sand for others to pass

And I bow to the fiddlers play,

In the melodies of motion to the heavens 

mF

(Image by Blake)

Dark Clouds

Storms gather on the rim of humanity 

The sound of thunder rolls down to the swell of living 

Feeling moved by electric emanations 

The listeners donned their final dress

Openings of knowing spread amongst all walks

Under vision of the sun

Though doors handle lost in skewed sight 

Tumbling pillars crash silently among strengths of man 

And weakness snakes in currents around them

The blind see not the rushing of the skies towards them

Into darkness a path is drawn 

Where it seems stars hang breathless 

mF