The question that remains unanswered…?

When I sit upon meaninglessness

how am I to be construed?

As a heartless observer, or a passive soul?

Do you,therefore, even wish to ‘see’ the truth?

Or do you wish to live within your comfort zone, without observing {in a true sense} pain?

Read this how you will, my friends,the answer is within your hearts.

                 Peace  :)!

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I cannot see into the heart, or can I?

… An odd question (?) but take a moment (if you please) to muse upon it’s meaning.
….. Did you do that? Cool! That [surely] is the first step on the path to understanding (the first rung on the ladder etc.)..
        If I have made my point clearly enough, you may ‘see’ it, if not- I am sure you can reason out the answer 🙂
Thankyou for taking the time to read this, have a nice day /night :)!

I understand why we protect the wilflowers now

johncoyote

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.

"

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.

I sit on the hill in the midst of a wildflower field.
Small flowers moving in the gentle breeze.

I sit at bay from a good friend grave.
I came to tell him that, I was alright.

His death broke me down.
I stayed home and he went to war alone.

We were comrades in many battles for 12 years.
Raised our children together.
He joined the National Guard and I was tire of war.

The howling storm of war.
Took my friend on three tours in Iraq.
A roll-over in Iraq took a father of two beautiful girl .
On the final journey.

I hear the leader’s telling me.
God is on our side.

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I understand why we protect the wilflowers now

johncoyote

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

"

Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.

"

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.

I sit on the hill in the midst of a wildflower field.
Small flowers moving in the gentle breeze.

I sit at bay from a good friend grave.
I came to tell him that, I was alright.

His death broke me down.
I stayed home and he went to war alone.

We were comrades in many battles for 12 years.
Raised our children together.
He joined the National Guard and I was tire of war.

The howling storm of war.
Took my friend on three tours in Iraq.
A roll-over in Iraq took a father of two beautiful girl .
On the final journey.

I hear the leader’s telling me.
God is on our side.

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.. What is to be written?

Have you (or any individual for that matter) ever felt unable to ‘speak’? By the inverted commas I mean – what do I mean? Which, of course is the point I wish to make. How many times has what someone said been misconstrued?
            Maybe I should leave this here. The thread of this, therefore, is yours to weave…
                          ~
Thankyou for reading this, have a nice day :)!

… The wailing {all around} shall not contain the spirit…

Never does it cease to amaze me – the strength of the human soul, I do mean.
      The heart which is open, reads many volumes of it’s own soul. – Do not judge that which you have no perception of, many thoughts I may offer, yet are they correct? Of course I am referring to my assumptions (I personally never make such judgements, I do not believe I have the knowledge.) Is my own personal belief correct? Who am I (a mere mortal, after all, to make that assumption?) when all is said and done, to decide what is best for another?
            Take these thoughts and if you wish to consider them do so(I do not wish to force my views upon you, as I am sure you can tell) – I wish you all the best, in whatever you do… I shall leave the rest up to you people, have a nice day /night :)!