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Stand Up !

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By CHICKMELIONfreelance

Stand up
take courage
be counted as ONE
who cares what the others
have said or done?
What's right
what's wrong
you know in your heart
if you know what will fix it
why wait for someone else to start?
Settle the troubles
that crowd in your head
deal with them correctly
and sleep well in your bed.
Don't stand there and just talk
get on up and do
It's action not talking
that makes success pull through.
STAND UP!

WHEN I LEARN TO FLY

When I Learn To Fly...
I am a well crafted, amply blessed, lovingly painted, hand molded soul.
Made by ONE... as a unique entity in a universe of unique entities.
For the time being I am apprenticing in the safety of a molecular body,
( I look at it as protective gear for a game called life.)
I am charged with for the most part positive energy,
which I learn to regenerate from both heaven and earth.
Thus I learn to honor Father and Mother.
I am a replica of the universe.
I demonstrate to myself and to those who look at me,
the unity and balance that we all are.
Many in one... and one in many.
Working in conjunction yet as individuals; ever moving, ever evolving, ever changing, ever growing and ever seeking universal balance.
I am learning to be in this fluidity without being a harm.
Kicking at the "Oneness" .
Causing it to be off balance by my choices.
I learn the universal rule, "seek balance as a singular entity".
I learn not to be a free-radical that threatens.
I learn there is nothing new under the sun,
all is cyclical, for us all to learn.
I am taught that as bacteria threatens a molecular body, (as my eyes behold)....
my choices threaten the heavenly body, (as my spiritual eye beholds.)
I am as you are... and as all children born are;
proof that our creator has not lost faith in us.
Has not given up on mankind.
That all is not for nothing.
I am freedom of choice.
I am learning by freedom of choice.
I am free to build or destroy.
I am free to in a molecular state see the consequences of these choices.
Feel the consequences.
This choice is not infringed upon by He who crafted me.
It is His tool, as a wise parent, which allows me to taste, test, and see the integrity of positive by knowing negative.
For how then can I know the fullness of joy unless I have something to measure it with?
How then can I appreciate my soul unless it is bound by my molecular shroud?
By the wisdom of ONE, I am ever growing to a point where I will no longer need my shroud of a body to protect me.
I will have learned to be a heavenly body....
I will have learned to make my foot print light.

I will have learned to fly.....

I'm Gonna Try Peace

by chickmelion,

Gonna lay my head down in the sand,
let the wind blow over my face.
Gonna render my body to the land,
and give it my sweet tears to taste.
Gonna lay my sword down on the soil
I am not going to swing it no more,
I have nothing to show for all the toil,
been stalemated , “settling the score.”
Gonna put my hands behind my back,
and let the will of heaven flow,
pray for some mercy to put me on track,
and refresh a weary parched soul.
Going to pick up a staff to hold instead,
and try to walk a mile in bare feet.
Gonna listen to what history has said
and pound my drum to a different beat.
Hold words in my mouth of a different plan,
and learn a whole different speech.
Gonna hold them to action as best as I can…
this time I gonna try PEACE!

There is a claim that miracles
are the fancy of imaginations;
and indeed they will be
if you are not open to receive them.
If you hold no faith,
if you do not use your eyes to see them,
if your definition is to tightly wrapped.
All these blocking the vital energy
that all miracles flow on.

You can not see
if you do not look!.
No one will hear you
if you do not speak.
Indeed you will not be tested ,
if you do not stand up for something,
but again....
you will never need a miracle either!
Nor will you experience the euphoria
of being blessed by one ,
unless you put yourself out there in faith,
standing firm in your convictions.

Life is a miracle in it's self,
and you would be squandering your life
unless you put yourself out there as well

by CMD

My passion is humanity....

Give a little of yourself each day.....

It is my experience that It all comes full circle. My friends give me as much thought and care as I try to spread to them, and our corner of the world is a little brighter for it.

This is the way I look at it, we have only two options when it comes to our impact on our world; we can either be a positive force, and if all falls flat on it's face, at least we have no regrets about our part in it. Or we can impact it negatively; with our fears, disappointments, shallowness, self-gratification, (even complaicency holds a negative impact.)

We live in the energy that our efforts, and words have created. And this energy encompasses not only us, but spreads with momentum to all those around us.

Every morning I have a choice to play a role, small or not, in the molding of this planet I share . I choose to build, and not destroy! And believe me there are mornings when it is a hard pressed conscious effort, ...cirrcumstances often bite... but my dear and precious friends, never fail pick me up when I need it by spreading a laugh, or a warm thought; and round and round it goes. It is like cultivating a garden, and reaping it's blessings on a daily basis! Afterall is that not what brotherhood is all about?

Take care ... give good....and have a beautiful day!

Even if all you have is a smile,
even if all you can spare is a dime,
even if there is only one good word left on your lips-
GIVE IT!

Don't worry about it's loss,
give without expectations.
Guaranteed a grateful universe will give back.
Remember, what may seem insignificant and trite to you
can mean the world of difference to someone else.

Why expect a smile, if you do not give one?
Why look for compassion, if you do not give it yourself?
Why even speak, if there is nothing good to say?
Why then even wonder where your blessingd
have melted away to?

When you think you are but just one
too insignificant to make any difference,
remember momentum can start with just one push,
and it can take just one, to bring down a mountain slide.

Just something to think about....xoxoxoxox... Carla

Healing Tears
by chickmelion,

If every eye would shed but one tear,
if every heart would whisper just one prayer,
just one line,
for one brief moment in time
it costing nothing but a little thought to care,
and lift up a voice to a universal ear,
how much better would the world be here?

If every tear drop were combined,
if every prayer were of one mind,
for the peace and love of mankind,
what an ocean of healing we would all find.

If every heart could beat as one
if every malicious intent became undone
if even maybe just one
for one brief moment in time,
so we could taste what it could be,
to be truely free,
worry free ,
conscience free!

Would we return to the way we are,
living so close with hearts so far,
would we?
If we could truly see...
what it has cost for both you and me.
What it has cost earth, sky and sea,
Could we?

Fear not and do not fret! There is a plan for everything under the sun, .everything has it's own due time. A time line tailor made and personalized just for us; as part of the predetermined process for us to learn ,and to do what we must in order to grow into ourselves. Do not fret if something feels unaccomplished, incomplete, or unsettled. Give it time. Universal balance dictates a completion to everything. For there will be nothing hidden that will not come to light, nothing left empty that will not be filled... because the energy from yearning for completion, begs to a universe of boundless energy. And the universe will always answer!

I have learned
to give
without expeted returns.
To stand
up,
regardless if I am the only one.
That selflessness
can be a very
lonely virtue.
I have learned
regardless of the threats and blows,
face
the storm anyway.
Look the snake in the eye.
I have learned to be counted
as singular
more often than not.
Not to let it discourage,
but to be
counted anyway.
I have learned
that it matters not
how many have felt
my touch
but how well my touch was felt.
that quality
always outshines
quantity.
I have learned all these
not to be a hero,
not for price or
reward,
I have learned all these
so I can....

Honor my Father.

The making of
the “Golden Calf”
　
It was fashioned by those who truly wanted to believe.
Were desperate to see;
of the promises made for eternity.
They longed for the promise of dark rich soil.
Yet drowned in seemingly endless toil.
They were torn by thistles and raked by thorns,
defeated by crows , all lost and folorn
Turned in disappointment
and returned to dis-jointment.
These were convinced He is just not comming .
Blind they came and blind they remain.

It was fashioned by those
who found life in their own hands.
Rejecting natural order for their own desires and plans.
They are careless, wreckless, greedy and guile,
but seemingly sucessful all the while.
Blind they came and blind they remain.

Dark is the land and dark are the people ,
dark are their hearts;
all lost and feeble.
For separation from God
as we all know well,
is it’s own special kind of hell.
With no eyes and no ears
how can these defend,
from their own jagged paths
with it’s endless twists and bends?
Where the shadows of fear,
and dissolusionment dwells;
how can they protect from themselves?

“There is no God,” they sit and think.
No one to comfort us, or give us drink.
We must make and do everything of our own.
For truly in this universe, we are all alone.
Let us mold our own imaginations,
fancies of gold.
Let us offer it our lives,
our toil, and our soul.
It will return to us joy
and blessings ten fold.
Blind they remain... blinded by their gold.

And out of their golden creativity;
they sought to find their own "happy."
A reason to move forward,
a reason to fight,
a good replacement
for God's fictatious light.
They fooled themselves into thinking
they were content and complete.
And soon fashioned their own altars
and their own merciless seats.
They gave in to the words of the enemy of defeat.

Growing as cold
as the idols that they made,
with eyes focused on gain,
they allowed their love
of life to fade.
With nothing to show
for the souls that they gave;
but trinkets and baubles
that line their lonely graves.

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