“Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry in which every thread is guided by an unspeakable tender hand, placed beside another thread and held and carried by a hundred others.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke


There has been so much talk about relationships coming and going, especially in the Second World. Heck, sometimes it’s rather comical to watch the: “dating”, “taken”, “engaged”, “unengaged”, “can’t stand the mofo’s” that glitter sparkly across friends Facebook pages from one day to the next. It’s almost like virtual people are oft more into “speed dating” relationships with a final fatal twist (I like to call it fast-food commitment) more than actual committed alliances. Sadly though, this sort of behavior seems to litter a lot of our first lives as well. I talk often about the tapestry of our soul and how I feel every experience we have from birth to childhood weaves a thread to this tapestry gleaning the work of art, our history, with the finest of silks and colors that we can’t even imagine and how as we age the people we touch, and who touch us, add a thread here and there and when we are gone the threads we have left on others souls is our legacy.

The thing is, I think this is specifically true of those we choose to love. No, not that speed dating sort of love that fills you with enough angst you feel the urge to hack your lunch to get your youthful girlish figure back, that’s not life, that’s fantasy, a nice diversion for some I suppose, but is it real? Love is a commitment and sure at times it’s fiery and strong, but other times the love with this same person runs a little thin too. No love is always as constantly powerful and heady as we would like, the tapestry would burn and over power the hearts eyes. The thing is, it’s in those worn thin spots that a person committed to love refuses to quit, they will keep trying, gently tying those thin little loose threads together to make them stronger, fortifying them in the process. The best part, when your tapestry is done, and you look back at what you have created with your life, your beautiful legacy, though when you look at the back side of your work, you can see and remember those slightly marred moments when you had to tie the little strands together, however from the front, there is nothing viewed but the carefully, thoughtfully woven tapestry of love you created together. Just makes me wonder what my legacy will look like. How about yours?


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12 thoughts on “Forgotten

  1. Love like Life is a rollercoaster ride. You speed to the top in that first burst of love and then dip down into the valleys. Enjoy the top and learn to love through the, seemingly bottomless swamp, you sometimes get mired in. Let the joy of the peaks help you through. And remember you will see the sun and the stars in the sky again when your eyes are clouded with sadness and you think you will never climb up again. You will!

  2. Genocide, Slavery, Greed

    We cry for the slavery that led to such wealth,

    This is not just the land of the free.

    We witness genocide all over this earth.

    What can we do to end greed?

    We cry for the land, full of modified crops

    We must work to save human life.

    What will our grandchildren have to live through

    Since our appetite causes such strife?

    The oil wars that started a decade ago

    Have moved toward the Caspian Sea.

    We are the dissidents, loud, without fear,

    Even if we are cut at the knees.

    We cry for the news they keep off TV,

    The grapevine could snap any day.

    Disinformation is the age we live in,

    So who’s going to show us the way?

    The answer is simple, we grow as a team,

    A new brotherhood in the light.

    We must build the village, invite all your friends,

    This is no time to give up the fight!

    They have all the bombs, the juntas abound,

    Monsanto is spraying the poor.

    We must dig our hands into arable land
    Or genetics will foul every spore.

    Profit mongers have sucked the earth dry,

    We must reclaim all that we can.

    Industrial China, the last frontier,

    Soon money will own every man.

    The kids on the streets are locked-down together,

    Push a bike, and you could get ten years!

    All this is forced because we stopped caring,

    Yet some offer blood, sweat and tears.

    We couldn’t stop bosses from shipping our jobs,

    The replacement is for-profit jails.

    Our schools are rotting, so teach if you can,

    Where it counts, not Harvard or Yale.

    The time is upon us, united as friends

    We can make anything grow.

    Come join the party, sing and dance all the day,

    Tomorrow we get out the vote.

    We cry for the genocide, slavery, greed

    That persists after thousands of years.

    It’s late, but there’s time, if we really work hard

    We can stop the torrent of tears.

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