Vow for 2011

Lighthouse Dreams - by Jacqueline Lee

Like the Lighthouse beacon,
That guides in broad beams of light.
Shining saviour in dark and stormy seas,
I aspire to your philanthropic heights.

Let I be a humble ewer,
Pouring forth praise in bliss,
Of the effortless perfection
In which wondrous Nature exists.

Let my eyes be a mirror,
That silently records
The mundane and the Marvels,
Let them quietly reflect.

Let my hands serve Creation.
My laughter ring resounding,
As I glory in Reality,
My being humbled; Light.

I will lift my voice in sincerity,
Of the lessons we have been left,
To live in harmony, and with Love.
To create worth, lead worthy lives.

I will lift my voice to sing of
the Deeds that taught those lessons.
Bought at the personal cost of pain,
Held sacred in living memory.

Let my voice rise in reminder,
Of the cost of war won honours.
That the price of ambitious conquest,
Is paid with lives of the Loved.

In intangible, eternally valid
Coins of Sorrow and Despair.
An immeasurable weight in tears
Shed in longing for our Lost.

Oh Humanity!
We are creatures of moving Water!
Tears and laughter we both shed.
We all gush, a running-red.

Our basic bodily needs,
Urgent, force us to heed.
Thus, Scarcity is the name
That breeds both brutality and pain.

Yet alone of all earthly beasts,
We kill for pride and for pleasure.
Humanity, are we best or worst then?
Amongst all whom share this planet.

I say, the best of us are Magnificent!
Those who beautify and ease pain.
I say, the worst of us are foulest.
Violence without reason, cruel unending pain.

We are born to walk the balance,
Walking ever-changing shades of grey.
Between gain for our Selves,
At the cost of loss, of another's dismay.

We can only humbly hope, to redress
Such distress, whenever we are able.
And aim always to achieve
Mutual gain above all needs.

Our innate inclination,
Is to Beauty and the Bright.
Wondrous is Human Destiny,
Each Voice to Rejoice, in the Symphony of Life.

Grant I grow in capability,
Guiding those whom I can,
Above our base and basic natures,
Towards our genetic destiny.

Let us make our Selves, Worthy,
Our luminous planet, Haven,
As She hangs, haloed in the Heavens,
God-Graced, among our Sister-Stars.






Dictionary.com: Grace 1. an elegance of form, manner, motion, and action.
2. the freely given, unmerited favour and love of God.

Believe

With one breath,
a candle flickers, small.

With another,
a golden flame awakes.

Fleeting Sweetness

You and I.
Walking down the streets.
Hand in hand.
Sunlight gilds your face.

Who are you to choose me. Who am I to say yes or no.

Your every action spells adoration. I soak in your love like sunlight.

Like a thirsty man craves cool water.

But this brightness that you bring...

I can taste its fleeting sweetness, the promise of pain to come.

How can I bring myself to trust it or you?

Stop talking.

Shut up.

Words

"Like a butterfly trapped in amber, I hope these words will preserve this memory" - Wintermute

Meaning...

It comes to me that I have ceased to ponder.

Why life?

Why you?

Why me?

Is there ever a stage that these questions cease their incessant buzzing, wave upon upon wave of unbearable curiosity not slaked, perhaps insatiable.

Is this world perfect? This instantaneous meanings that we have been taught to assign each and every mutable, tangible thing... What does it mean?

Language, itself, the first thing we were taught (immersed, drowned) is the very essence of the assignation of meaning. Without meaning what are we? And why are we, driven to seek meaning?

What is...meaning?

Do people have meanings? actions?
candles and roses and things?

Why do words have meanings and people dont?

Why do actions mean something, what are feelings.

Why does one thing mean they like us, another mean they dont.

What is guilt, can guilt exist without a conscience? If I consciously assign meaning that I have caused you sorrow, then is it justifiable that I feel guilty? Is it possible therefore to assume that I have assigned meaning incorrectly that one can be guilty without reason. Then what is the correlation between meaning and reason?

Reason is the why, I suppose.

What does this mean.

I'm sorry.

sweet, sweet, sweet!

There is nothing so delightful as honey.

A delicate textured sweetness that dissolves on the tongue,

that lingers in the back of your throat like a light, floral kiss.

Honey.

Makes you feel

sweet, sweet, sweet!

Sing

There are so many things in this world that are important. So many things in this world to do.
I think, your worst enemy and your best friend will always be youself.

The conflict between your desires, the blindfolds you personally put on and tie a knot, you look around you and smile and say

"Thank you! I can see perfectly fine."

These glasses that we wear, that we take up ourselves, these lenses through which we gaze the world....

Have I put on a new one?

Have I taken an old pair off?

Something inside me has shifted and changed. I'm not exactly sure what.

I will wait and see.

I'm going to spend time on my future now. I'm going whisper to it, I'm going caress it, and mould it....

I'm going to sing to you, shape you, make you mine.

come closer...............