MY RANDOM THOUGHTS

Dear gentle reader  Here I go again  Writing about dreams  If you ask me about my dream  I would not know what to tell you  As Carl Jung said "If a path before you is very clear, you're probably following on someone else's" I have yet to marry my dream to my purpose. What is my dream? All i know is, I am writing  As I have always written  Words flowing, cascading through the pages To make sense of the world within and without me To unravel the chaos To let in the light wherein I would otherwise drown. My words, what weight do they carry? I have a hope though  That they would enlighten, inspire As my quest to fathom this journey called life  For I too have been lost I am bereft of judgement  Where my dreams take me My purpose will meet me there.  @Sue.Ketter

Have you thought of roads not taken  The choices you made  Where did they lead? The people who passed by you  The lessons you learnt Where did they go? The waves of change  Where they gentle,  Forming overtime?  As water flows to form a river Where they rough,  All consuming? As a raging as a storm  Now here, looking back  The unbecoming that led to becoming  Can you say, oh! that's why? Learnt patience, in the waiting  Learnt holding on, in the storm  The reason for being  Was in the growing  Strength in the knowing  Peace in the healing  Somewhere between then and now   @Sue.Ketter

A crown without a king Sits above the throne, For its owner to adorn it  He must be acknowledged  @Sue.Ketter

Ask me tomorrow  How yesterday became today  I'll tell you a tale about the dream maker from the world of Izel, who bestowed the gift of dreams to his people. From the dreams came, leaders, healers, teachers, farmers and Innovators They propelled the world forward  From land came nourishment From herbs came medicine  From earth came minerals, metals and gems alike. There was unity, harmony, benevolence  Until greed crept in, and in the name of free will some had misguided ways of reaching those dreams Their desire for more power, more wealth gave into oppression of their fellow people. From leaders came dictators From teachers came false prophets From innovators came death and destruction  What was once for good, was now maligned. So the dream maker sought to right the balance He chose a clairvoyant of whom he granted the gift of sight, She was the voice of reason  He chose an ascendant of whom he assigned the gift of sword, he was a vangua...