Seeking Perfection

She has shoes with holes, it’s raining, the toes squelch, she can hear the noise, she walks even slower, she is embarrassed, doesn’t want her friends to know. A dry table, a place to sit, a cup of tea or coffee, a few minutes to sip,

to rest, to feel normal, is like seeking perfection. Her home is now a dorm, her needs are met, you could call her lucky, her doctor tells her she is all right. A little mental instability, it spiraled, she lost control in a rage, picked up a bottle, lost her home, an apartment, when they sent her to jail. Lucky girl, it was one of those modern facilities; a case of a little business, when the Government farmed out the prison service, how you farm out care, is one of those mysteries, in a world seeking perfection. $$$$

Solomon read the old story tellers lament; the lack of literacy, and the inherent problems that it causes, and how its’ revealed in the prison population. No one cares said the old sage, it’s been like this for ages and gets worse as time lengthens. So many worry about the perfect smile, are the teeth straight, how can I get my lips to pout, do you think it would be better with highlights, the hair, do I really need a second face lift; choices.

It’s how you spend your time; seeking perfection, its’ the eye of the worrier, amen.

Young and Free

Child plays with her mother, eats from a biscuit, her eyes wander, filling the head, Solomon looks at his cigarette, puts it out of sight, what habits do I want to encourage, He recalls the movies he has seen as a child, the cigarette moments, the way the smoke lifts from the lips of the seductress, so persuasive, hypnotising when your a mere child. The young girl looks at the Mother, the mother smiles, the little girl wanders a little further, knows her mother is watching, she will be okay, young and free. Imagine it, Solomon had, no one living was perfect, but imagine it, the old days, those in charge of the Spiritual teaching, making it difficult for those who wanted to believe, coming up with complex rules, Jesus is watching this, he wonders are they for real, inside he sighs, this is simple, don’t harbour harm, be gentle, show compassion, and when you do love, be for real.¬† Solomon watched the playful child, doing what a child does best, being playful, no fears. In a very short time, those little eyes would have to deal with the elephant in the room, the interest everyone shows in the modern day cigarette, the mobile phone. The signs were coming fast, and miracles are happening, times like these that they dreamed of over a thousand years ago, happening today for real. Young and free, amen, listen.

Self Image

Who am I, the thoughts in that head, where did they come from, where was the nurture, who encouraged them, was it all an accident, are we chosen. The thoughts run through the mind, the ideas that rise and fade, the morning workout, the night time surf, the eyes, you didn’t see that, the quite footsteps, seriously, like a thief in the night. Image, Solomon

was looking in a window, if he was hungry it was a restaurant, if it was a bookstore it was a mind, the world to him was a menu of choices, was that the message that needed to be shouted out loud. Look, try another one, she won’t notice, she raises the hem of her dress, you want some, seductive or not, choices. the menu was a living one.

The trek to another part of the world, to perform the obscene, then the trip home, the flowers and the presents, got away with that you think, choices. What choice did a child have, depended on the example around them, self image, they do we do, amen. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, it was not delusion, and the events in his life, were, just that, out of this world, so long as you make good choices, amen.

Together

As one body united there is nothing you can’t get done, his words were strong and the audience was astounded, for years they had been treated as mere slaves nothing more, but they had the history of Moses to rely on, remain in the zone of true love, and the Mighty God of Elijah, Moses, Abraham, Joel, Isaiah will protect us, those were the words he spoke. My Father comes from a land far from here, and this is his eternal promise. The Elders didn’t like the words of the fiery prophet, he came from nowhere, well, nothing good every came from his town-land, but his message was freedom, if they could be trusted. Your child is sick, well, have faith, and he will be healed, your demons will be destroyed, you will be set free, all you have to do is love, as I have loved you. The older pharisee’s, the local power-brokers, didn’t like the attention this man was receiving, we have to get rid of him, but because he was under the divine protection of God Most High, he was able to evade them, and could have destroyed them, he only had to ask his father. But there was a bigger issue at stake, the faith of many believers, the fate of heaven on earth, the demons greatest fear!.

Solomon was reminding himself of the threat love posed, to those who sought to control it, and how it ended up becoming a dangerous pursuit. Remind them he prayed, those who tried to dismiss the real power of Love, as was known, not the hybrid version so many put up with. He prayed for the easing of storms, he prayed for enlightenment, he prayed for others, and the results were there for all to see. The deceivers were now under the divine radar, and those taken in by those masquerading as good, were getting instruction in divine reality, amen.

Is it only me!

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try to explain despite all the pleas, the hurt that the world creates,

but on countless occasions after trauma’s and invasions, i sometimes

think it’s not worth it, is it only me

I’m simple you see no flash suits or glee, but i fear the pain when i see the

strain, in the child that hides that smile, obvious to all with a heart you see,

i wonder is it only me

fear and pain that society creates in hearts that were once young and free,

sends waves of horrors roaring out of the great seas, it makes me wonder this great

waste, is it only me

i forget for a while till the next tsunami arrives when it’s fresh again in the mind,

the world goes  into mourning worldwide then forgets when the disaster subsides,

perhaps it’s only me

so off i go to Tennessee till the next time i imagine till it starts over again,

when my hair goes grey my teeth yellow and and my heart begins to ache,

as i watch it happen all over again, is it only me!