Rise of the new leaders.

One amongst many, that's what I am.

The time for new leaders has come.

Waking up, to the truth.

Rising up, for Justice.

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No hay nada que cualquier persona me puede decir

Me parece, que he perdido algo.

Que profundamente me duele.

Estoy roto.

Estoy en trocos.

Es un proceso interno tan intenso que he observado através del tiempo que no hay nada que cualquier persona me puede decir que puede resolver esta 'rotura'.

Es mio.

Este proceso es mio.

Es una lucha entre realizar deseos y acceptar lo que hay ahora, en este momento.

Es dificil acceptar lo que hay. Me siento una soledad profunda.

Es dentro de la solitud que existe la solución?

De enterarse en la tierra de la solidad.

Oscuro.

Como una semilla en la tierra,

Escuchando la voz de las estrellas en el cielo oscuro.

Esperando por el momento justo para salir a saludar el sol de un nuevo día.

Alli es donde esta?

No lo se.

Voy donde me lleva el camino, aunque tengo miedos, voy a enfrentar cada paso con una mente y corazón abierta.

La unica cosa que se, es que no se nada.

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Humbled

What do these moments mean? When life brings me to my knees?

Is it my own blind deception that leads me down this road of suffering?

Or is it the Great Spirit, trying to show me something, and me too afraid to look at it? and so I wander, with my eyes closed, until finally I stumble and fall to my knees again?

What is His Will?

What does He want from me?

Does He not want what I want? Are we not the same?

He whispers to me, telling me that what I want, I cannot have and that I can only have everything I want when I've truly accepted everything that I already have.

To not accept everything that I have is to not be grateful for what I have.

And how can I be gracious, how can grace fall upon me, if I am not grateful and with an open heart?

If I do not recognise the fortune that I have then how can I be lucky?

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Do what I love, with love, and do it well.

Why do I stress myself about getting things done?

If I love what I do ...

then why should there be stress?

All will take care of itself in time will it not?

I want to do what I love, with love, and do it well.

I don't want to let the stress
of getting it done
get in the way
of being
in love
with
doing it.

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Free at last, Free at last

Inside me there is a little boy crying.

Inside me there is an old man dying.

Waiting for the day to come.

When they will become one.

'Free at last' they shall sing.

Free at last.

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Union Within, Communion Without.

One of the highest ideas that touches my mind is the idea of co-creation.

For me, this is the idea that when two worlds meet - in Love - then there is the possibility of a creation that is filled with beauty, truth and love.

What is the intention of this meeting? What is the intention and direction of these two worlds and can they work together to bring harmony rather than discord? An important question in a true meeting of heart and mind.

Can two worlds merge and become one? Is this possible even? With all the human emotions and drives that we each have to contend with that throw us out of balance and that can cause us to have conflicts even just within ourselves?

How can two worlds really merge and become one? If I have the vision that it is possible then surely it must be. One can only try.

Union within will bring communion without. Communion will naturally result in co-creation of the highest order.

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Strange addiction to who I used to be.

How can I explain my predicament?

I am finding it hard.

There are things that seem to be out of my control.

Like the circumstances that befall me or the situation I find myself in, even though I chose to be here somehow but not sure, looking back, thinking about whether I made the right decisions, the decisions, that potentially lead me here.

So where do I find myself?

I find myself in a lonely place. So alone. I have the feeling sometimes like as if I am so disconnected from everything. Where is the love that I used to feel? Where is the I that I used to love?

I only have one thing guiding me now, and that's my dream.

But my heart is heavy. If it were lighter things would be so much easier.

Why is my heart so lonely and afraid? I don't know. I am realising the fears I carry are stronger than what I've ever felt before in my life. I am afraid of the changes that I may go through, or maybe I'm afraid of not even knowing anything about what's going to happen. I fear failure, I must be honest about that.

The dream is my seed.

As I grow,
I grow to know,
How sad and sorry is life at this moment.
For whatever happened to that used to be me,
and why do I long for his return?
Am I still not he,
Who now knows the limits,
Of how far his expectations can take him?
But who does not know,
to where the dream will lead?

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