The Other Side of Hope

February 15, 2014
What is the other side of Hope? Is it the Night sky on a Starless Night, Even the Moon only a Sliver of Light? In these Moments in Time 
Everything in our World Shockingly Halts,
As if our Lives were immortal (!) 
The wheels under our feet Screech to a Stop
Everything that seemed so important just Seconds ago.... 
Meaningless Now....so Frivolous, like the Garnish on a Silver plate
Hope-lessness evokes the sound of a Long and Tired Sigh
But Feels coated in Eggplant Purple
Shining an iridescent Light
Beaming Brightly into our Heart Center
Imagine your Heart like a Warm and Fuzzy Thing
Its arms wide Open, Just waiting to be Hugged
In that Moment that seemed Hope-less
We can finally Hear the Whispering Wisdom of Intuition.
"Just Feel and Be Free."
We hear this voice so clearly when a loved one passes from our lives, Suddenly the neurons of our Heart are given recognition.
But for how long?
Inevitably the Wheel beneath our feet begins Spinning again
And we allow ourselves to be Carried along, Comforting ourselves with the Illusion of Tomorrow.
If Intuition had a Beating Heart that we could decipher with words, Right now it would tell me to Stop.
So much of this seems Crazy and Senseless
What are we really Doing here?
And why do we keep doing it?
I am a Human-Being... Not a human-doing.
Today Time Stopped...and Hope-lessness?
It Transformed itself
Into the Wisdom I always Held...
But never Acknowledged...