collective reckoning, forsaken beckoning
is the reality we create ever experience-able by any other than ourselves
through our own eyes and with our own hearts.
how do you allow patience for deliverance, in the wake of so much suffering-
deliberation, manifestation,
acquisition of faith... begets broken promises
false ideals... unequated words..no syllables that can free the pure intent, as its dilution is inevitable if the frequency is wrong.
resounding notions of freedom become whispers in the latent resolution that sits still underneath the window of awareness... a formidable realness, a heavy handed motive with yet underlying quality...
fortune says you must learn from its misses.
deliberate instinctual action amidst so much chaotic immobility.
we are alone and never alone, not forsaken in our finest hours of pain, but one with the eternal emptiness that alleviates all...
can faith be restored with simple forgiveness or are there amendments to forgiveness' foundation; particulars that alter the integrity of belief.
trust is a delicate veil that permits us to be, act and expect in accordance with true-hearted belief.
if we dismiss its fragility by testing its vulnerable areas, can we overcome, mend breakage with forgiveness, or do the loopholes depend on circumstance?
seeking the balance between masochism and selflove, sacrifice and martyrdom.. where does the line exist between allowing; and asking for it.

i pray words in time with breath breath in time with heart
alive in the presence and returned to the source that drives the unseen momentum


words embody the notions that i cannot otherwise release,
emulating the motions of the soul.


" it is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything "

as with all things new, destruction breeds creation and like the phoenix we shatter ideals and demolish barriers and turn breakdowns into breakthroughs with so much fury when impassioned to rise up.
the way of non-violence must instigate a more subtle and organic form of commencement.

along the path to discovery we listen for clues whispered in the breeze. silently conspiring to strive for peace while mired in excess and aggression both sensory and otherwise...and the wind will tell us the sacred stories of nature that reflect our own innocence, our innate ability to sprout naturally and sans-violence and destruction, of forcefulcounterproduction
...everything beautiful is born from suffering, and to loiter too long down the halls of seeming ineptitude leaves space for the chaos to breed.
believe in the way of organic creation,a peaceful and purposeful place to begin is paved with faith.

occupying.

" dont miss the point because you dont like how it looks on the outside. the world needs people who have a voice. the reason the world is in this situation, now, is in part due to the fact that people dont really, truly have any real power over the larger issues. and that sense of powerlessness breeds another great host of issues... as it stands; things are set in place by forces much bigger than us, and we abide and obey and work to flourish within them. we call it a free world. yet people starve everyday, people who work 80 hours a week to feed their kids, peeps who cant afford healthcare- die slowly, the list is endless, and yet you are right, the corporations only get bigger, richest get richer, and we, in chaos, kill each other, and we blow up countries... sterilize for population control,  we reward greed..... what kind of fucking species destroys its home? humanity's evolution has been suppressed. .... we've done a great job of silencing ourselves... i dont disagree in one regard, with your anti-protest perspective, as sitting around with a painted sign, cant foster any real change,  but in another regard, i fullheartedly believe that there is no way life on this planet will survive without a real revolution."

that was an excerpt from a conversation that transpired around a friend's encounter with the occupy toronto protest, in response to his expression of 'embarrassment over the state of st. james park'
its his belief that no real change can happen by the act of " sitting around complaining and pointing the finger"
my perspective round this is manyfaceted.
given that the medium is the message; it stands to reason that the outward appearance of this movement, ( " hippies sitting in parks smoking reefer" was one take i heard. )
could be perceived,  as a messy answer to an undeniable, ever-present dilemma.

that said; the bigger intention, the bigger motivation, the bigger message,
what the movement is based on,
is what matters,
not what a bunch of peeps, who are occupying a park, are doing whilst being present.
consequently, the medium is the message, and thus the way peeps get portrayed, the perceptions of others, the actions of some, the ignorance of others, unfortunately, makes a very important message somewhat distorted..

i believe the real question ought to be
how do we improve our quality of life without destroying one another, and the world we live in?
big question.
there are a thousand answers, there are no new ideas, only different interpretations,
what is within our capacity, is to believe, to strive to overcome, to make change where we can truly affect it, within our own minds and hearts...
the revolution starts within.
barriers are illusory.
freedom is in being first, and doing second.
translated to action :
give voice to your authenticity. create more beauty. bring more value.
focus within,
be compassionate; sans-judgment, with presence and loyalty to the undeniable true power;
love.


 ' occupy'
to engage or employ the mind, energy, or attention of.
to be a resident or tenant of; or dwell in.

the purpose behind the premise is presence, being present, in this moment in time.
whether its en-masse or in silence, the concept is correct and its a perspective that can free.