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la"Oh I do believe, in all the things you say,"
"What comes is better, than what came before.."

-I found a reason by Cat power

"Emotions are a taught behaviour"

When a friend of mine posted that I argued fiercely against it.[Well im not violent nor one to argue, but I inquired as to why and had a pleasant calm discussion about it]

But i've come to realize through a triangle discussion[meaning three people]

That emotions are not a taught behaviour, but reside within all of us.

What IS taught is the way we express them, and the severity and when or where is the appropriate timing and form, etc.

Then today I began to think....... Love...........and Human capacity....... What Man can really do.

it's frightening when that potential is put into the wrong play.

When Love is forgotten..

When we forget our roots and deny that we were born of this land.

We all have such a great capacity of love and only few can ever really even grasp it in the slightest bit.

But..

When we do..

It is the most amazing feeling, such a release, a freedom of understanding,

a flooding of knowledge,

a fustration and pain that grows deeply within you.

It is because you understand and see everything.

It is difficult to explain if you have never felt it.

But it is when you are most whole.

When you are yourself.

When your being is alive and truly exists.



It is my soul that longs for this peace,
this quiet tranquility and feeling.
That I do long to be home again,
and One with all that is.
I hope that one day,
my body would return to the land from which is was born,
and given an existence,
and I do hope..
that one day my mind and soul,
the very centre to my being,
be returned to where hence it had come.

You all feel this deep inside of you as well,

for it is our trua nature.

that we desire this.

Life is such a beautiful thing,

but we waste it, that in each life we live,

we are torn from it,

and we drift farther and farther away.

Whereas the sea might take us to a newer place, there is no possible way to explain or make into analogy how we are being taken from this being.


It is like a child, whose innocence is stolen.

Like a flower, whose colour and petals meant nothing,

Like a child that isn't a child
who grew too quickly, knowing nothing of the world, knowing nothing of their origin, knowing nothing of the true capacity and potential of their life, their love, what is good.


It is within simplicity that we might find or even catch a glimpse of this.


But we are slowly losing our souls.


I feel...in speaking... I can only say the same thing over and over again...

just few warnings...so repeatedly.........

like a continous call, the repetitive voice of the waves that wash upon the shore,

the sound of the wind that blows to your ear..

each day, she warns you,

she'll tell you all you need if you only learn to listen,

she shows you the future,

all that we are doing.


Oh these silent whispers...


.....listen...




And when the sun came through,

shinning in the leaves,

she did say,

"When the Spring comes....... I'll be there...... and when the winters wakes... i'lll be in slumber. I hope that you may one day see, in the glistening beauty of the purity of white.. what you have done.."

And Our eternal Mother did sleep...

And she slept..

So that to this day, each winter..

we remain blind..

Listen the the rustling of the leaves.. and you can hear her voice that remains..


......."......listen........"


For though I do sleep.. I am still here...












-R.S.L.S














.............................silence