Just one spark of decency against a starlit night.. one glow and hope of dignity a child can follow the light?

Question

Everyday people?
Everyday shame?
Everyday promise shot down in flames?
Everyday sunrise?
Another everyday story?
Rise from the ashes and blaze
In everyday glory?

If the future's looking dark
We're the ones who have to shine?
If there's no one in control
We're the ones who draw the line?
Though we live in trying times
We're the ones who have to try?
Though we know that time has wings
We're the ones who have to fly...?
No matter what they say?
(thanks Neil Peart)

Answer 1

'Well said.

'Well said.

What is done who is not willing to do it? Such is how any plane, heaven, universe, or world is born and any the Great Game comes into being.

More and more today a different drummer had as lief become common, fast and in the right way, as allow our conditions to persist.

What is the child but the soul not yet fully tested but who yet again wishes to write the exam -- and where is he or she who can expect no tests to face, who can be said fully-tested; is there any who may affect to present charms against these? -- I tell you, none; thus who willingly draws both sword and shield and resolves to confront his or her lower nature, and in that wise summons Mind itself with a challenge, which venture and daring thereafter is truly the grueling, the slow, rough go indeed.

But by just that very intent, that notion and willingness, even before the action commences, amid shaking, trembling knees, does the Light approach him or her at once and bring the Sound, bestowing unmerited favor, quicker than any the Einsteinian speed much less that of Thought.

Have pity upon these ones. What mission hereafter!

Answer 2

One of the most remarkable aspects of a spiritual "path" for me has been the unwinding of what I was so sure I thought I understood and saw to be "what it was" and where it would take me, to where I Am and how I choose to be in it.

To be present in the smallest of moments, moment after moment, and to grasp that this is It, is to become so perceptively mindful...and what this mindfulness then naturally takes me to, time after time, is an outflowing of love, of kindness, of joy; how may I serve you, how may I bring you a moment of peace, a smile, a shared laugh. These, the smallest of moments in our lives, seem to then radiate outward of their own accord, gathering momentum, and creating ripples of cause and affect.

It would seem to me that this simple place of receiving someone, sharing yourself with someone, can stand as the foundation of all it is that we look to create. Magic happens when we are in that ~ we know our deepest Self, we know how and where to draw the line (boundaries are necessary, until they aren't...), how to best shine ourselves in that moment, and that those who do see must continue to describe possibilities until all can see.

Meet me in the field......

Answer 3

Yes, everyday glory. Living in truth, living in life, this is all there is, the Phoenix rises from the ashes. ~ : )

Answer 4

Thank you (and Neil Peart- fantastic drummer)

Answer 5

certainly I do my trendy pirate!! i like laying out on a heat summers night on the infants trampoline...merely me, the celebrities and each and all of the little satellites floating around. Its outstanding!!

Answer 6

Amazing grace, and very true.

Thank you, Sunman.

Answer 7

Very good, thought-provoking.

Answer 8

No matter WHAT they say, Sunman, no matter WHAT.

(((Sunman)))

Answer 9

Love it!

Was this Neil's? Or yours?


Thanks for your poem

Answer 10

So be it.