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Ariaecheflame 02-12-2019 04:02 AM

Conversations...
 
Conversations with another

The gentle art
Of conversation unfolded
Rather awkwardly between
Two souls with an
Awful lot of space between them...

Mutually we decided that
Silence was the best and
Wisest choice, worth
More then anything words
Could achieve.

The silence unfolded naturally and
Connection was made when acceptance of
Space was achieved.

Perhaps the art of
Silence is what is
Called for...

Words have
Simply failed before...
Here we might restore
Each others faith
Through mutual recognition of
Contented silence.

Ariaecheflame 02-12-2019 04:19 AM

Conversation with Younger Self


Worth is not a status symbol
Reserved for a few,
Some create
Rules to value others
According to many
Impermanent traits or
A list of transient
Personality states.

If I could go back and
Hold you as a child...
I'd tell you that your worth is
More valuable then what you do, how
You act, what you create...
With patience, kindness and grace
I'd take the
Time to show you how
Mistakes are opportunities
Which do not need punishment and
Mean nothing unless you are
Keeping score.

I'd help you to re-evaluate how
You perceive your flaws,
You would grow up with faith in
Yourself and would treat your life as
A beautiful miracle...

Ariaecheflame 02-12-2019 11:04 PM

Conversation with kindness

Don't let them
Get into your heart
With their tentacles...
There is a mutual agreement
That if you only get so close
If you only explore
Well trodden paths...
You will only have to love and
Be loved
So much... And no more.

You deserve more then what
Is at this table -
You say that you are
A certain way but
I see a freedom for you
Which is miles away from
The shackles which bind
You in this cage.

Ariaecheflame 03-12-2019 10:09 PM

conversation with existence

Set all your bets
Down at the table,
The cards are in your favour,
Everybody will win.
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Harvest time was delayed
For some seasons -
These things do not happen
Without reason.

Songbirds sing to
Coming rain...
Greens and golds
Shall flourish again.

Treasure love in
All its flavours for
All love lends its
Favour...

Remember what I say...
That when pain and plagues fall away,
Kindness shall rule the day...

So -
Savour coming conversations
For each one is a teacher -
Love always plays in favour for
The faithful believer.

Ariaecheflame 03-12-2019 10:37 PM

Conversation about Hearts Intent

Each moment,
With intention
You beat.
With dedication you
Take each and
Every opportunity
To remind me to
Breath and to follow
Such whimsical... Often
Non -sensical dreams!

Now, by hearts decree...
You speak to me with much
Authority -
The weight of the heart
Cannot be measured
When it's very presence is ignored.

The scale of love which fills and
Flows through the void of eternal living is
Immeasurable and
It rarely follows the rules!

Why do humans place
So many rules upon the heart...
It is so loyal to us and
Yet we treat it like a child
From the 1950's!

"Spare the hand,
Spoil the child"...
The heart should go unheard...
It should stay immaculate and docile
Just like the godly child!!

Perhaps it really is
Time to get with the times!
The modern heart goes uncultivated...
It grows wild, it grows it's own way
It is nurtured by
The very observance of its existence...

These are perhaps the times
For the unshackling of
Human resistance -
The welcoming of loves
Enduring persistence.

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End.

Miss Hepburn 04-12-2019 12:50 AM

:wink: Pretty good ! :smile:
Nice black and white photo, too.

Nowayout 06-12-2019 04:38 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ariaecheflame
Conversation about Hearts Intent

Each moment,
With intention
You beat.
With dedication you
Take each and
Every opportunity
To remind me to
Breath and to follow
Such whimsical... Often
Non -sensical dreams!

Now, by hearts decree...
You speak to me with much
Authority -
The weight of the heart
Cannot be measured
When it's very presence is ignored.

The scale of love which fills and
Flows through the void of eternal living is
Immeasurable and
It rarely follows the rules!

Why do humans place
So many rules upon the heart...
It is so loyal to us and
Yet we treat it like a child
From the 1950's!

"Spare the hand,
Spoil the child"...
The heart should go unheard...
It should stay immaculate and docile
Just like the godly child!!

Perhaps it really is
Time to get with the times!
The modern heart goes uncultivated...
It grows wild, it grows it's own way
It is nurtured by
The very observance of its existence...

These are perhaps the times
For the unshackling of
Human resistance -
The welcoming of loves
Enduring persistence.

---------------------------------
End.


My father would spank me, but he always had a loving way about it. He would tell me why I was being spanked and what I needed to change in my behavior.

I loved and respected him a great deal, spankings and all.

Ariaecheflame 07-12-2019 09:53 PM

Hello Miss H.:smile:

The photo is a post (I wasn't trying to be funny) of a small shack.
The shack sits by a lake in great condition. It looks out over a lake in the bush and sits sheltered underneath wattle trees.

The lake is a welcome paradise for all kinds of birds and reptiles. It was a little surprise to stumble upon this shelter on my way along a 5 hour hiking trail.

Ariaecheflame 07-12-2019 10:12 PM

I can somewhat relate Nowwayout. Lol... I don't know why I'm laughing, I'm not laughing at you. You knew why you were being reprimanded, I often did not or often it was because I was trying to connect, asking for a hug or something.


You know what? I always had a sense of being very loved and I loved my parents too and I still do. They are after all, human, they did their best just like the rest of us. I respect their journey and I even feel a sense of admiration for where we all arrived to as a group.

These lines pertained more to the church I guess, there was mostly a rule with an iron hand attitude and little room for compassion in the system.

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None of this endures though, I'm often reminded of the word 'mirage'. It's a word which follows me around a bit.
Pain is a mirage which I have travelled through and what is beyond it is an oasis.

Ariaecheflame 07-12-2019 10:28 PM

"remember"

You took a pen and
Placed it on the paper,
You wrote one word in cursive...

It was all I needed to know.

I still look at this note today,
It clears away all the things
Which are not important...

Leaving me with just one word.


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