In search of truth

universe_speaks__we_listen_by_Laura.Siadak

The further along the difficult path of spirituality I started long ago the more clear it has become that the answers I seek are less likely to be found among religion or spiritual teachings or gurus and more readily obtained through careful consideration of the mundane.

A single line of poetry in a obscure work, something a co-worker says without being aware of the implications, the flight of a red-tailed hawk as it rises and falls with the wind. These things all hold a higher value than the books of a modern day self proclaimed messiah or the doctrines of any antiquated or recycled movement.

The truth, though transient and subject to the interpretation and experiences of the observer, reveals itself in its own way and is a personal experience.

The Universe is constantly calling for us to join her but our own voices are so loud that we seldom hear her. My job is to recognize those truths when they are presented and to be grateful for the gift that they are, to quiet myself and the voices of the egocentric prophets and listen when she speaks, to filter out the untruths and find divine perfection in the world around me.

Those are my truths.

Find your truth. Live it.


Image: “Universe Speaks, We Listen” by Laura “Pelick” Siadak

Belong

S.Mash

Raven born to a sparrows nest
Soulless
Craving
Motherless

An uninvited Judas guest
Pain full
Crying
Cradleless

Icy folds seek the warmth of flesh
And shelter from this dream gone wrong

More than he is
And something less
Neither damned
Nor is he blessed

He simply does not belong

He raises just one filthy fist
The other holds tight to what’s not his
And stands ready once to make his flight
Then falters

Staggers

And falls

 

Image by S. Mash

Fit

Paul.Apal.kin

Fit
Like a hand in a glove
A foot in a sock

Fit
Like a runner
A body building world winner

Fit
Like the colors on my walls
The echoes in my halls

Fit
In my clothes
My cottons and my wools

Fit
On my desk
My chair pulled tight to my chest

Fit
In the air I breathe
The life I keep and lies I lead

Fit
Like a glove

Fit
Into a world that has no meaning

Fit

Fit
Fit

A square peg

 

Image by Paul Apal’kin