Virtual Walls – August 12, 2016

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Artist Unknown

I’m starting to realize just how lonely most people truly are.

Could it be that the warm tenderness we used to feel through human contact has been deeply severed;

Consequences of modern technology, which has intensely crated a false sense of togetherness.

Where we befriend people from afar without getting “too personal,”

Each one of them parading behind a mask;

Acting out their magnificent role on their glorious stage,

A beautiful theatrical performance specifically catered to its audience.

A virtual reality where we can no longer differentiate between truth and deception.

A dangerous story which could leave us vulnerable to unfathomable pain.

And so we choose protection by creating walls that enslave us.

Resulting in our no longer being spectators, but also now participants,

In the very same cold and disconnected world;

leaving us empty;

making us creators of our very own lonely world.

~gg

 

 

Infinity – 8.1.2016

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Sun Analemma in ancient Delphi, Greece. Photographer Anthony Ayuomamitis Source:National Geographic

You feel it, don’t you?

The way the storms move inside your chest?

Does your skin crawl with every breathe you take?

When did you notice it?

That full heaviness that sets in right in middle of your chest.

It’s new, isn’t it?

You don’t even know where it comes from,

Or when it was that it first appeared.

But it’s the interconnectedness of it all.

The feel of the gravitational pull of the earth.

Pushing you forward, setting you onto your destined course.

An infinite oneness;

A mixture of both

joy and the pain;

fear and the love;

And all because….we are one.

~gg

 

 

 

 

The Game ~ August 1, 2016

Photographer Unknown


You win and you lose.

Choices are given to us,

Like a binary code inside a programmed game,

We choose left or right; yes or a no.

But we are blind, and confused. And all we can do is hope.

Feeling powerless along the way,

We look back and learn from what’s happened to us.

Until we realize we can take our power back,

And learn to play.

~gg

Unlocking the Key ~July 28, 2016

picture taken by me July 24, 2016

“If you have all this power,” she urged,  “why don’t you use it to get yourself out of jail? Do something!”

Only moments before he had been showing her how powerful he was by moving objects with his mind.

“I can’t use my power for things like that,” the old man answered, “I am here to live out my purpose.”

He walked away and went inside the court room where he was being tried for murder.

She knew he was innocent.

He, however, was choosing to allow his destiny to unravel itself at the mercy of the universe.

After several hours inside the courtroom he came out smiling, now a free man.

He walked over to her and stated,  “she did her part. She testified even though she barely knew me, and she brought forth evidence that demonstrated my innocence.”

She felt relieved.

She was relieved to know that her sister had chosen not to hold any grudges over him; even though they had just learned he was their estranged grandfather.

She knew how her sister was and she had feared she would chose not to help him.  The old man was a stranger to them.  He had been gone their entire lifetime.

She had not expected for her to come forward, but was pleased that she had, having for a moment felt so so powerless with the inability to intervene.

And then,  reading her thoughts, he looked deep into her eyes and explained,”I was at her mercy. We all have to play our part.”

“You see,” he continued, “each relationship is made up of two pieces. Like if balancing out an equation, each one of us must do our part in accomplishing our piece of the puzzle.”

He further explained, “I had to go to jail even though I could have used my power to influence my innocence. But it was up to your sister to come forward and do her part. It was her part of the lesson.”

She looked at him in awe.  She could not believe he had been willing to stand still.  To have allowed his future to rest in the hands of her sister.

Smiling he nodded and quietly said:

“We must each do our part to accomplish the lesson on boths sides. This is how we unlock the key.  That is how we are able to proceed to the next level…..

And now because of this, I am truly free.”

~gg

The Climb Out ~ June 30, 2016

The Rabbit Hole – photographer unknown

We can choose to be victims, or choose to be avid students on a journey of self-discovery.
Things do not happen to us, but instead happen for us.
Therefore,
Let yourself fall into the rabbit hole.
Allow yourself to feel the sharp heart wrenching pain as you hit the floor.
Stay there for a little while and relish in your anger.
Savor that moment where you, dumb founded, realize how naively foolish you have been.
Humbled even more now, take a short rest.
Having given too much, you have earned this.
Life has started weighing on your soul.
Like a bag of tea you quietly seep into the depth of your thoughts.
But then after a long while, once you have fully digested all of it,
You start dancing with the idea that there is nothing wrong with you.
Instead, you have this epiphany:
Being different is not a burden; it’s what sets you apart.
You are light inside a universe full of dark matter.
The sun gives off its light so that your energy may give off color.
Your very existence sheds happiness and a glimmer of hope into this world.
And as you gain back your strength and get back up, you realize that you have one of the universe’s greatest treasure.
Resilience.
You will ALWAYS rise above stronger than before.
-gg

Eyes wide shut ~ June 26, 2016

You love, but you are running on empty

New eyes that see with disappointment 

Running on empty

Seeing the reality; the ugly truth

Running on empty 

Overvaluing situations 

Running on empty 

Discovering new truths

Running on empty 

Questioning why something you thought was so beautiful no longer is.

Running on empty 

Eyes wide open 

Running on empty

Waking up from a dream that never was.

Running on empty 

And yet with all the emptiness, there’s still hope that the touch of your love left some color in the emptiness.