What is a Day

The Reveal

The “I” in “I AM” is that of a historical nature. To determine, who one is, is a reflection of one’s actions. So when determining oneself, we must look at our history. History, a time-line of choices, behaviors identifying oneself with truth of who you are written in pages of past events… the accumulation of a lifetime. So it is at the end of life the true determination is exposed. Prior to the end is the time of making... the glimmering sun rises as we ask ourselves, “who will i be today?”

Purpose

To Validate

I have talent, but it is hidden away. Locked in a room, which is keyless. I question, “How do I open this door, freeing the self into the world?” It is not enough being hidden away.
The world must know who I am.
The world must know my contribution.
Finding oneself is not enough. One must contribute in this world. It is your contribution that validates such earthly existence, the one that is yours. How shall I contribute? The daunting question plagues the mind, heart and soul. What is my greater good? I am clueless. Life should be more then to wake in a day, filled with activities to pass time till the next. But what is it which proves true purpose in this world at this time of existence. I do not know. I am locked away from this world, as time passes me by...remaining clueless.

Living

Freedom is NOW

a stroll is the night air clears the mind
ones senses are revealed
one walks with the earth
the mother of our world
frees one from captivity
the congestion of the day
flees with wind
as it brushes the brow
kisses the cheek
it is freedom-which is adored and desired
it is freedom-for life is lived in the now

With Each Step

Walking the Path

deity empower my soul
providing the power to mold
a life of honor and peace within
this is the way my life transcends

thank you deity for your gift
which strength the magick within
I set it free worldwide
profound magick shall ride
blesses be

Connected

Bound By Nature

I give thanks to the earth
its energy within
soothe the mind
and strengthen the magick
I call to life
by sending its energy
intertwined with dreams
to enhance my life and those around
to the earth I shall be bound
blesses be to the mother of thee

choices

Who AM I


In the misted of trying times are the moments which reveal the true colors of who
we are and what we can be. Though difficult, without these moments we could never
know our full potential. At our weakest hour we must ask, can we lift ourselves from
this Dark place? Whether it is with our own strength or with the hand of another, or
will we chose to lay ourselves down in sorrow and stop the rotation of our world.
Which will dampen our heart, putting out the flame that drives life. Only you will
know at that moment which path will be followed when this divergence is placed.
But fear not, what you choose at the first particular instant may matters not. The true
reveal may fall in the next moment. When we must ask ourselves again, “Now- will I
be strong?”

BEWARE

Beware

OUT OF MIND
TRAVEL BEWARE
THERE IS NO LOCATION ONLY DESPAIR
WHERE HAVE I STRAYED
I HAVE LOST MY STANCE
THESE MOMENT PASS IN JUST A GLANCE
I HAVE CRIED FROM MY HEART AND CRIED FORM MY SOUL
I HAVE LOST MY WAY THIS JOURNEY FROM HOME
8/11/05

golden rays

Truth in Spirit

Step back... an attempt to reflect and understand these moments- my eyes become clouded. Unable to see, I feel a hand stretched out pulling me from the darkest of days as this hand helps me out of the darkness, I begin to see a light, which shines brighter than any light. I raise my hand to ease the glare in my eyes and it is then that I can see. It is a face with endearing eyes and a calming voice. This face is familiar to me. I focus on its eyes and I can see it is my spirit staring back at me. There, is my salvation, a kind heart and soul created this bright light. In ease, I realize this bright light is truth within... Light- it is the true me.

                                                                                                                       11-1-2009

freedom is yours

I will be free

It is strange how the voyage towards salvation anguishes within my
soul. If these moments of existents where simplistic would the
passionate drive for fulfillment be less the fruit it bears. I am a
wondering stranger lost in travel touching the world with my
finger tips, tasting with my lips. It is completeness that I seek. The
fields of passion so sweet, I crave for this sweet passion. Contrived
existence will be yours said the spirit...I feel the call. Wind beckoning,
it whirls, vivacious chills against my warmed body, creeping bumps
serpentine down my back. The raw soul is pure. Tantalizing dreams,
fantasies...Run in the wild with the wolves, I am free, branches of life
beating against my tattered body, blood drips from and and feet...
swim to the mystical depths in the sea, I am free, the dolphins splash
calling with there shrilling bark ringing, ringing it drums in my ears...
fly riding the wind, I am free floating in a sea of gases elements, like
a bird I shell fly high in my sky free for all even me. Listen close.
Celestial sounds call, singing songs, cherubic voices of angles say my
name...you who dwell in the shadows of this earth shell find refuge.
I am a tree reaching up, up, up, dance the dance with the winds against
my coarse dilapidated bark with chirping song of everlasting music
interwoven amongst my branches, the birds shout. Blind
foolish ones see stamina and fortitude standing tall miles high the
solid trunk is my being...look deep at my base, deeper- you must pierce
my body with your eyes only then will you see how deep my roots lie.
That is my dark side untouched by the rays of warmth, hope. It lie deeper
then my dreams and fantasies. Weaving between the rock and dirt.
Jaunty cold wet earth saturates my heart. Stretching arms wide
embracing the darkness, its my journey to hell.

finding yourself

Is It A Question of Healing?

There are moments in my life which seem to last forever.
Each breath I take may only last a single second-lingers on
into eternity.

It is the compounding nature of life that bares the weight
of a load which is impossible to carry. As life proceeds, each
step must be carefully placed, so as not to stumble under the
great weight of these travesties.To stumble will bring about
an avalanche of emotions which will bury the soul. One can
only hope that this will not bring about the end of all that
comforts and relieves a weary soul and a troubled mind.
And if this tumble is inevitable, how will one find their
footing after one falls?

This question has plagued my thoughts for the many years
I have struggled with this disorder.

I have been told, that time heals all. But how much time is
needed to heal a wound which is constantly opened under
the great weight that life bestows upon us.The answer can
not be found in any book, or taught by any teacher. It is a
answer which can only be found after searching within. This
answer resides within all of us. This great weight will only
lessen as it is revealed.

This brings about another troubling question.The trials of
life which forms the monstrosity which we bare, inevitably
confuses the mind and impairs the senses. One can become
lost in even the most familiar surroundings. One loses the
ability to rightfully exist in their own space- their physical
body. If the mind is lost and the body alien. How does one
self-examine the soul to cure this persistent wound which plagues
their life? Which if not tended to, will eventually crush and
deaden you spirit, emptiness shall reign and you will be but
a shell of the person that you were born to be.
Marlo Suderski
Hospital 1/8/07