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"What is this strange place we find ourselves in
trapped in the open"
Our souls are imprisoned in these temporary vessels,
Some sent here for great things,
Others lost gazing at the stars,
One thing is for certain,
We all have been given freedom to do whatever we like whenever we like however we like,
However those who choose to embrace the inner
desires of their hearts
searching for the one who made them
These are the people that establish great civilizations,
and form covenants of moralistic notion
Divine scripture and set bounds to an otherwise chaotic time,
The ones who bend their knee to the one higher being
that formed them from nothing,
accepting that in the grand scheme of things
This vessel like the matrix, a computer generated software
that when its time is done, it will go back to the software,
Similarly, this vessel will go back to the dirt
from whence it came,
The losers on the one the other hand
gaze at the open spacious sky
admiring the stars,
but are too haughty or too lazy to go amongst them
They turn society into chaos,
corrupting grand things till it fits them,
making societies fall,
and unlike unwanted programming getting deleted
The losers are destined to burned,
completely forgotten,
completely unnoticed.
Destination of dreams
Maps are folded and re-folded into pocket sized
destinations of our own heart’s desires
Routes become numbers and numbers become moments
as the planning cycle, with yellow highlighter in hand,
presents a “look forward to” scenario
Well beyond windows of curtained belief
and hedges shaped like poetic scribblings calling to me
The sidewalk of chalk marks in hopscotch etchings,
faded from the sun and foot smeared play dates,
leads to that place of affection filled dreams
and I see over the next sunrise a highway,
empty of detours and beckoning Winnebago wanderings
to this heart, from another, on windswept invitations
penned in frilly fonts and colors of imagination,
reaching deeply inside and holding tightly
A glance back as what is left behind brings a smile,
for what waits ahead is now everything new
In the grand scheme of things, what is found chiseled in fate
proves that destiny is a destination of dreams, of hopes and
of love . . . when that journey brings me to you
Strange - how one can know of a thing
yet not know it.
That I should perish someday is no secret ...
but how well do I know this?
My injuries before were always superficial.
A scar upon the surface
but no loss of function.
Now, my form has changed for the worse.
Not by much, perhaps, but such small changes
are the first stumbling steps toward the pit.
A small loss of enamel,
a thumb that may never bend as far as it once had done.
Trivial losses in the grand scheme of things.
But there is something utterly terrifying
in taking damage that cannot be repaired.
And the roads of tomorrow seem so much more
wreathed in shadow now.
31 August 2022
On a still but misty sandy sea shore; On one sleepless and sorry sorry night,
I looked up into the bright stary stary sky. Immediately, my eyes became fixated upon
a single star, and delightfully, I waved to say, "Hi". As if aghast at my greeting, it back away and said, "Bye".
At first I felt estranged from such impoliteness; and the the star's indifference triggered within me a quiet sigh.
But in a flash, I bounced back from my bewildered emotion! And feeling a loving embrace, I set aside my compulsion to cry.
That was when I realized that I was more than an insignificant me on a sorry sorry night, but was also a very loved one deeply entrenched
in the grand scheme of things. I had connected and interacted with a star in a galaxy so far far away in the distant universe. When I observed
that the inanimate star could not relate to me, I rediscoved my own significance, the acceptance of me, my own relevance, my own connection.
Embraced by the love of God, we remember that He sits above, below, and all around His vast universe, never losing sight of us, nor a falling sparrow.
07102017PSContest, Mid July Standard, Brian Strane, 3P Fictitious story
We should not destroy this thing that keeps us alive
This dot in the universe
A place where we all can roam
This place we all call our home
We are delusional if we think we have a place
On the grand scheme of things we are small
Smaller than grains of sand almost nothing at all
This blue dot in space is all we have for life
So why do we quarrel, fight and cause strife
This dot is all we know
Nothing above us and nothing below
A little piece of dust hanging in the heaven's
A place where we work and play
A place of war and peace
In the vastness of space we are alone
Yet we fail to help each other along the way
This blue dot in the vast universe
A place where we should not shed it to pieces
This blue dot we call home
This blue dot that we should cherish.
12/28/13
'Twas the twilight of the year
a twinkling tiara.
December 31st, digits dancing dunes
in the Sahara.
One, two, three, one, two, three,
it's a prance.
A numerical Irish step dance
given a whimsical chance.
In the calendar's corners,
a magical mystery unfurls.
As the date spins and swirls
like a jester's jingling twirls.
One, two, three, one, two, three,
in a line.
A date so divine,
it deserves its own shrine
so fine!
But wait, what's this? A satirical twist!
The date's just a number
it doesn't exist!
One, two, three, one, two, three,
what's the fuss?
Wait… all dates are human-
created
YES, by us!
The numbers are shocked
feeling quite superfluous.
In the grand scheme of things
oh so ridiculous!
So here's to the New Year
let's raise a toast.
To the date that we've come
to boast the most.
With champagne that sparkles
and tastes like the sun.
2023 is yet undone
run from the old
to the new one,
run, run, run!
In the canon of the digits
a lesson we see.
Time is a construct
as fluid as the sea.
So let's celebrate the moments
both big and small.
For, in the end
they're the most
precious of all.
Astrology isnt real. You cannot read the stars. Your sign isnt a sigil. It has no recollection of being a part of you. You are not a light being. In the grand scheme of things, your destiny was marked with an asterisk until further notice. You claim spirituality but you look within when you are without merit. You arent special nor rare & what makes you who you are isnt defined by the sum of your birth but by remembrance of those youve affected. You live upon a throne of lies & shield yourself within the walls of self indulgence bearing the sign of delusion. You deserve nothing & have only earned your effort in being present. Your past is meaningless unless you're able to change it which you cannot & your future is irrelevant as long as you dont tear down those binds made of self destruction woven by those who bore the weight of your creation.
You want more but fail to achieve it because life's a maze and discernment is the compass.
The beginning is and will always be the second you start your progress towards self actualization through the lense of perseverance and focused obligation because you have no rights until you take it back from those you let manifest them away from you through psychological warfare and emotional dependency.
Sweet one, don't sweat the small stuff.
In the grand scheme of things, this life is but a pale blue puff.
Enjoy this chrysalis of fleshed pleasure while you can.
Live it up -live it down, light it up, let it swirl in your mouth.
Splash about the champagne and the mud.
Sweet one, I think it must be ok live for the day.
But don't forget to heart pray just in case.
It's an insurance policy for eternity.
Common sense tells me
The universe is no accident, and we're part of a plan.
The creator travels a bit faster than the speed of light.
That's why we cannot grasp the effervescence of the divine.
Sweet one, don't sweat the small stuff.
Love is in the soul dust of the universe.
Cherish time like a rosy dream.
In the grand scheme of things, this life is but a pale blue puff.
Often it is I wonder of things my life’s supplied
Some things I had wanted - others were denied
Some things I planned, oh so carefully
Other things just happened, rather naturally
There are people I have met, all those places that I’ve seen,
And, of course, all those other things wedged tightly in between
Ah … such a marvel, all those things that I have done
I wonder now, when this life ends: Will there be another one?
Can it ever end, Nature’s Grand Scheme of things?
Does it go on forever, in other worlds of happenings?
Does it abruptly end, in a chasm dark and cold,
Or is there another world of wonders to behold?
If there is another world in which we will abide
I’ve not heard from anyone who’s reached that “other side”
I guess it matters not, while it is we live and breathe
But another world beyond this one – I simply can’t conceive.
How could it be much better, when we think of things right here
Sunlight, fresh air, and … holding someone dear?
Seasons come and go with each its’ wondrous fare
To think there’s something better – oh, I mustn’t dare!
To travel down the Road of Life my being has supplied
Allowed me to absorb those things taken in my stride
And assisting in my absorption of those things I did accrue
Many would not have come to me, without the person who is you.
Equal pay for all they’ll abort
It’s the mantra of our Supreme Court
Now some have health care
Marry off any pair
But keeping us poor is their sport
Author's note: To be fair, the "Affordable Care Act" does (through subsidy) re-distribute some wealth. That is why certain politicians hate it! BTW, it's great for the insurance companies and is not the way real health care should be set up. It is, however, an improvement over what we had before. In a similar vein, extending rights to gay people (which is a good thing) also may help them economically. So, a small but important victory has occurred.
n the grand scheme of things, the inequality that pervades our society is getting worse. The politicians say that we have to allow everyone to have expectations and opportunity for improvement. When I hear that statement, I think of trickle down economics. How can it be anything else when big money owns politics?