Christmas celebration is now past by days…
The celebratory spirit it brings with it lingers still.
That of this year seemed different to me…
People seems more honest in their gift giving…
And in their celebration…
Why this change?
Could it be that the current economic quagmire induce this change?
Could it be that there is a mass recognition of the true meaning of Christmas?
Could it be that commercialism is finally letting go of the death grip it has on Christmas?
Maybe it’s all in my head, or just a fluke…
The honesty and innocency of Christmas almost shone through…
Almost, for certainty of that may not be embrace at this time
Till the next Christmas affirms of denies this…
Now let’s move on and see what the next Christmas has to say about this.
Now that it is all done and over with
I hope the elected remember their promises…
To keep and to uphold till they are fulfilled.
It is one thing to win the votes in an election
But another to win and keep the minds of the voters,
Some vote out of duty, some out of ignorant, others out of passion and zeal…
Nevertheless the voters have all spoken
and a winer has emerged…
Emerged to what or for what…
Is the question that has to be answered
Is this a wining victory, or a loosing victory for the elected?
Time shall tell…
Now that it is all done…
Let’s wait and see..
Ours is a society of constant learning
We learn continually…
Accumulation of information in hopes of increase in knowledge
How to get this done….
How to get that done…
We are so enamored with learning how to
That we run the risk of not making time for the actual doing
In being so preoccupied with the study of life…
We never make the time to live life.
Always learning…
But never getting any wiser
Becoming more inform in theories…
Practically becoming more bankrupt existentially
We are studying ourselves in to imbecility
It is awfully quiet here…
The silence is so definite and overbearing
My feelings can not sense the silence…
But somehow I can tell of the empty silence
Engulfing me like a shroud…
But leaving no sense of touch or contact
My nerves reach out…
Striving and straining to sense the surrounding
Perplex by the void senseless sensation…
I think but I can not think
I sensed somehow, though I can not sense
That I am cocooned over by void of silence
I can not feel…
Please do not ask me how I know…
For I do not know, but know somehow.
I feel nothing…
Not even me, myself or I
In that moment when time seems to freeze
And you are left in silence devoid of feelings
When you can not even feel you…
Senses feelings are phantoms here
Some situations are just so enigmatic
That the mind can’t fathom…
Where to begin or what thoughts to think
The heart does the thinking this time
But oh, how deep are the thoughts of the heart
The mind, struggle it may to understand but to no avail.
There is a thought, a reasoning process of the heart
That the mind can never understand…
Just like the physical can never fully understand the spirit.
This is the mystery am facing…
