This Season Remember this promise... Month of purpose month that rings true. So easy to rebel so easy to forget that life is worth fighting til the end. Seasons of forgetfulness a mirage melted when awake to the light that pushes away the dark that game to stay, to break you down a little more everyday. You who are no ordinary mortal stand in the truth of who you are. Detach and attatch rewire your thinking rise from the water that promised you doom and claim your true destiny.
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The Waiting Gets Hard
The Waiting Gets Hard The waiting is hard when the way is crowded with all your doubts and Hope is shrouded in a storm cloud of unresloved unkown. The waiting is hard when you are told to stop and your dreams shimmy past your eyes and nothing is as it seems. The waiting is hard but we must stand our ground and to the Great One put all our trust.
When One Door Closes
When One Door Closes When one door closes thank God. That door means no more drama no more tears. No more of those barren years. That closed door means you survived now is your time to thrive. All the lies have been found out and in your mind is no more doubt, it's time to move on. When that door closes you can begin again. You made your mistakes no need to look back take that new escape you can get back on track. Look to the one now opened bid the closed door goodbye that was not the hill on which to die. Do not linger there before you say your amen.
Indaba
Indaba We will come like avengers from the four corners of the earth where we have been scattered and gather. Here around this fire we will tell stories of how we triumphed blazed through failures like wildfire and jumped the line of discord that tried to derail and intimidate. Here we will remember that we are someone mighty and valiant our Ori go before us and we are not afraid. No we cannot be stopped our energy comes from remembering. We are forked lightning that can never be stopped.
Life
Life Life is a harsh teacher and you will learn the grass isn't always greener and youthful exuberance relegated to its urn. Life doesn't give you extra point because you meant well. It will show you, you don't know what you need to know by bringing you low. Life uses time as the tool to showcase the rules, that can keep you from dying. Though you start off sprinting Life slows you us down, so in this lifetime you can make your imprint.
So Much Trouble in the World
So Much Trouble in the World The devil says... Let's imbibe negativity find all the hate and insensitivity give it exclusivity and a voice. Let's kill all that is good until every last soul cries as those around them die helplessly hopelessly... But can we try to resist the temptation to revel in distate and hate? Can we try to find good again smile again walk in the light again even when we wrestle with our private pain?
Still Running
Still Running Still running even when I fall and have to crawl. Still running even when the bullies stand tall and try to overshadow me. Still running though fear trips me along the way. Still running even when I'm out of breath. Still running can't stop because to stop is death.
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