Loudness N silence

I will say this....silence is the greatest counterfeiter, and loudness a scream often not heard ! So I asked silence to make a defense...but sounds overpowered ! Be free in all the things, reconcile for the unspoken, interpret the loud cries in your path.

Raphael G

what dulls the senses ?

                                         what dulls the senses ?     

Until death do us apart, or until insanity and grief carves a better outlet,

I want no part of neither one, I'm not a masochistic or on a joy ride for proving grounds.

I'm bless to to know I can decipher my conscience, and since I'm material and imperfect I carry out my sentence, cautiously  and under reason.

I slave for what is good and righteous...a resistor to broken will. There is no markers pointing to either directions. If my faith is challenged my Divine being shall cover for my weaknesses.

Yet I have not failed in my quest to understanding. My sacrifice is to my beloved...but God first, this much I know !

My Lord is very close at hand all the time as the enemy extends his madness...but I'm aware on his countless attempts. The Almighty Divine always at the scene...if God on my side whom against me ?

The superlative call is to the braves, those whom yearn and sigh, mourn the greater revelation. It is to them the ancient of ancient...eternal of old, that keeps the consuming fire alive rosie hot. If one stays the course of the conscience, your days will have no end.

Freewill or the challenge, what dulls the senses ?

Extremism, fanaticism, over-zealous..applying a perfect law to a imperfect body, blindly.

Carrying out the mandates to the point of exhaustion. I have reasons to amend a broken rhythm (my limited scope on what is superlative).

My contention, it takes a great plot to balance out the fine prints. In my insensible chase...the senses have yielded a fine tune conscience, that is the product to work with. I beg forgiveness by stretching the boundaries in my contemptible state...I await the superlative expression that which is bestow to my conscience !

06/14/17

Rafael G Gonzalez

Projections

What projection one finds more appealing ? The outer shell (materialistic being ) or the inner shell (spiritualistic being )? The outer shell is here today and gone tomorrow...the inner shell is here today and remains forever, eternalized in mass energy.

The question will query the answers on what foundations one builds enduring or perishable expectations. Again the question will probe a heart condition, predetermined or yielding accordingly to knowledge gained on one's projections.

The balancing act absorbs the mass energy in projections, when trivial is first and question secondary. Of what significance is gaining the world and losing the most valuable ? In our formless state, during time absent of guidance (unguided energy) by laws beyond our reach the miracle begins, energies attract energies to the point we become material....but energy first.

Being that we are materialistic and spiritualistic...why is a higher energy (power) attracted to the inner shell ? And is there a condescending attachment to which we are not synchronized with ? As human beings we are inseparable to both...yet there is higher leaning at best towards the inner shell (spiritualistic) self why ? In our formless state, then material, energy, programming is absent...during our incubation period projection come in the form passed from generation, after generation implants and gifts that become question and answers in gained or loss knowledge.

So we have this yearning, innate, superlative gift expressive as conscience, the ever awaken other half which becomes a pathway into transcendency. To be fully aware or at least able to manage the wide over-load of these projections, one must have accurate knowledge...this being the safe guard to which becomes the light itself, without crashing the fragile gains we so much take to granted.

Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? In other words energies is always manifesting in our lives, For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb (sacred Chamber). I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that fully well.

Coincidences is a word I rarely use when it comes to energies, its almost impossible for opposites to make lasting bonding connections to each other. So the product that you have become, may not be the final product to which you are called. Let me explain...to fully deploy our senses and gifts, during the incubation period some malevolent lost energies have misplaced errors in the genetic codes through tinkering with those divine expressions. 

We are not half the projection we are meant to be...and then there is choice. The superlative expression is not absent of conscience...never. It actually seeks the choicest energies on which to merge. It is an ongoing process of time consuming separation, some will find themselves through trial and chance while others inherit more expressive vibrations. In the long run the ultimate goal is finding you, and not conceding to the primordial lost energies to which we are all subjects...one way or the other.

We find everyday that something is fighting us, or we are fighting it. Call it what you elect to relate, and then we move on. Its not that simply its very persistent, hanging around until our last death stroke. It is subtle...benign, almost to the point we consider it part of our make-up of the twist and turns, reasons the gullible slave to which you are the call. Confuse and distracted from the daily routines we, some how by-pass true meaning and its disguise.

Again the age old conspiracy manifest disguise and meaning in the form of active or passive energies, the inexperienced become the prefer target since they are still trying to harness the greater expression. No matter the many transformation it plots, we are summons with deep rooted divine gifts to counter some very sophisticated projections, only the few will ever chart its' pathway to really break free. Its a challenge for the choicest expression woven with special characters deep in the sacred chambers...the workshop of a superlative spiritual guide.

By : Raphael G

03/17/17

Admirer's reproach II

Admirer’s Reproach

“Why did you leave the window open?

Were you expecting a stranger in the night?
Every day I sit by the front door way, you past by like I wasn't there;
Yet your fragrances are fresh like morning dew I know better.
Your never lonely in your house angels guard your safe keeping.
Go ahead ask me where I have been? I tell you things just keep happening,
I must speak of what I have abandon, the vaulted sky the earth below, shadows tossed, and the land of broken dreams.

If I could find comfort for just a while it would be in the corner stairways;
Leading to my admirer’s reproach! Like autumn’s foliage that chariots to their winter bed,
Where is my resting place for today? Like dust driven away my soul finds no refuge…I have become tired, exhausted in my quest to reveal the sacred spiral, who is worthy in my madness?
 

Lead me captive in the sorrows of my beloved strange host where the sun rises from the Far East touching my deeps wounds. 

The many whom my strangeness admired, but stranger than none; here to abide with it in my strange loved. I lay me down until my next resurrection in the near coming spring the day of my birth many years ago when my father woven me in the secret place, not troubling where I sweetly slept.”

 She's a kaleidoscope of charm and chant,

she's like a complex maze and puzzles,

that lead to a wealth of findings and intrigue.

She's like a continuous melody that resounds like the pounding of my heart,

like a fresh spring breeze that last many seasons.

She's like a cascade that echoes in waterless regions, bringing to life anything

in its path.

She's stands alone in the presences of many, in silence she instructs her audience,

she's an inspiration of thoughts...a pool of resources, silence surrounds me as she goes about her way.
 
From the Far East a descending voice toss in the wind made its way on a long journey towards the west, From Its interpretation I was able to decipher its codes and well meant meaning. I became enchanted and eager to reveal, relentless and compulsive in what maybe its true secrets. 

I felt again promoting the rituals the heart only understand and feels, I resigned in holding back the inspiration once again. I embrace like a young child if this maybe real and worthy of conspiring with or just another natures play. Nature has many healing ways so I trust and let go of any preconceived agenda and ideas, to the amazement of my innocence,

What a treat to a child still embracing and holding true to a ritual little understood’. Within time the soft voice from the Far East continue its presentation and disclosed the paradox for which it was sent. If words where hard to find than it was certainly here that I began my stutter and stammering, a person of my endowment lost for words and thought. 

Hear me O’ wind allied of mysteries and revealer of mix thoughts bring to me your irony or paradox, hold back nothing that is worthy of inquiry and that can be of purpose and instruction. Help me find hope, as I long for the await scene of truth, happiness, love, compassion, mercy and the spirit that guides it. Deliverer of dreams tossed; show me the pathway to this wonderful journey of ruse and fascination.

BY: Raphael G

Dilemma of the desire

                      DILEMMA OF THE DESIRE

My young years have flown by like migratory birds which will never return,

All things I, desire to do and yet not accomplished,

My desire is a great pain in my intestines and bones, that feed on me and though there isn't no greater desire, that road also has its Burdens,

Those I, rely on and associate with have been of no significant help but despair. Though I don't condemn them for they to ride a similar road,

My surroundings are like a prison which I, constantly war against because of circumstance. Many lost can be attributed to my surroundings,

I daily question why things go this way, and is there a purpose? I'm flatter of how life has been for me, and I, look ahead for more surprises as I, struggle to fulfill my desire.

BY: Raphael G

Sept.1992

infinite quotes

To the many surprise that life offers, the only surprise to me is the lost of a true friend.

To the many roads that spread before us, the inexperienced claims victory.

To understanding, discernment, and wisdom the righteous knowledge has been revealed, and the path of such ones is like the light of the morning sun that gets brighter and brighter as the day draws to a close.

By : Raphael G

The weight of talent

                                      The weight of talent

Far beyond our scope of reason there lays comfort,

Beyond our maturing minds we find a host of complex reasoning,

As our experience increases we are set free or imprisoned by the offset of outcome,

As time presses on we embrace for a new challenge,

we are as vulnerable as the last subject who conceived a brighter tomorrow,

Who among us can grasp the wind?

Who among us can see the sound?

Who among us can dictate the time?

We must press on with unwavering conviction that a true gesture is our only allied, and that our only escape from the falsehood that heavily entangles our motives is not to concede.

The character of many is refined through a process, the good deeds become a blurry cloud that obscures our vision,

We know so much and yet so little, so little and yet find a way. Can a physically blind man see a physical realm?

And does a thinker becomes weighted down because his projection of thought?

If I’m wrong condemn me, if I’m right execute a judgment.

By : Raphael G

Ink n paper

                                           Ink and paper

The ability to self-express, I mean really to convey the true person (the secret person) individual,
takes on a whole dimension and approach.
Being spontaneous to many is like bursting with words and actions aimlessly. But to the well trained and sight, being the true-self, took on a life time of achievements.

The emotional-self (nurturing being) and logical-self (mechanical being) these characters are at a cross-point, since the beginning of time, and just as ancient ! The balance of gifts, may take someone a life cycle and then at our last death stroke we become endow with the ultimate expression.

To be truly free is not rationalizing that we are the wind...to ride the wind is an abstract mindset.

To flow like a mighty river or a gentle stream invokes great passion, when the spirit is stirred it reveals wonders...yet there is a hollow void that chokes at the end.

So where are we ? When the questions and answers are so inspiringly crafted, that seeking the ultimate-expression can lead to a host of the unknown !

Again I take to the Ink and white paper, they hold and record the knowledge...lost and found, seeking its audience, breaking all barriers...setting a path on which there can be guidance, not demanding nor dictating , just benevolent...patient and all embracing.

10/20-1/2016
Raphael G

Lament for departed doll

                   Lament for departed doll

Here once again I sit surrounded by creation. By a small stream of water that tell tales about my life's esteems that once were so plentiful and massive trees that reveal history. By musical bird’s that play haunting melodies, expressing their version of happiness. By laborious creatures that don't give up trying and a restless sunlight beaming on the leaves of where I shade.

Here I sit in the middle of nowhere all directions I look there's a road or a passageway someone once took, my heart desires to help but, who knows how far they stumble forth?

As I patiently sit observing my surroundings I saw a cat decorated in flashing colors distracted and even took no notice of me determine by her pains and a belly full of unborn kittens, she flagged by anxious about her where about's.

Here in the middle of nowhere one comes to meditate and initiate contact with his creator. As I sat patiently a few cautious passers bye's managed to stroll along their path and I wandered!

I long to know and press ever forward too that extra mile to find a road or a path that can lead me to you. For every breath of air fills me with wonderful thoughts about you. Here I send you things a heart can do.

Everything in life is temporarily but the memories of you are everlasting. Your innocent smile brings joy to all low in spirit. Present yourself to me in ways unknown and I, will judge you righteous, for your ways are wonderful, beautiful, and charming. I'm the one who knows and will not give in trying to interpret them. For your ways, are signals to those who follow.

I have found my way towards you, with the little courage that resides me, and the valor I can summons from above. Truly I'm like a young lad in search of understanding, Like the birth of a new star awaiting acceptance, awaiting placing, seeking instruction, finding little hope, stumbling to reach hearts, and yet I weep, I joy, I endure, with many thanks for my very existence is a privilege.

Renew your friendship with me, just as the season compliments one another. Point my way out to the light again, lead my soul out of captivity, be the one to save me and I will be in debt to you forever. Compassion, mercy, reason, and love had a debate at the end they all gave way and rejoiced.

                                
(5/2-10/12-94)               

BY:Raphael G

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If life is a Struggle

If life is a Struggle

If life is a struggle, what does death offers in the long run?

Why do we grief over our short comings?

In high places sits the arrogant, time makes the calls and he is of little means!

Time is a thief it robs us of our youth, it makes us gray and savvy, only to reverse as we become children again in our unstable state.

If only we could remain children’s forever can we challenge time?

Time produces; time reduces, and time the crook that steals values as it never burns out. When one wonders time laughs, when one is hurting time laughs, when one is lonely time laughs, time follows no command it is space to be filled, infinite like the thief’s treachery, ever present to observe and molest our slightest moments, like a 

motionless predator it works its web, and consumes, destroys.

The time capsule that never runs out, the subjects trapped in its belly with little hope, time the unscrupulous vigilant, the giver and taker of life.

Time drags when it is having greater moments, the time is and the time will come for all under its sight to time no more!

If not for the cosmos, and the seasons we would be like the dust particles, cosmic drift tossed in the wind, miniature particles of matter that resemble time itself in so many ways.

The Great Spirit is great, find him and make him your allied. Bow to the mysteries and secrets that simple minds charge at, because understanding is not its helper.

The balance of nature is becoming undone, who can reverse it? Oh father/mother earth that sustains life for a little while, you that shelters the offspring’s of creation in the bosom of paradise, she calls for the souls to fertilize her grounds, she cries out with open mouth and a belly that’s never satisfied.

(C) write protected

Raphael G

Spring of 2010