This is not in reference to spouses, or mates, as they are our companions, yet far from likely the soul mate, a soul mate is a friend that brings us to our fullest potential.

Our deepest fear in seeking this is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It’s not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

To let our light shine brightest we lean towards those willing to share their lives and souls with us, enriching who we are, through their passion for life and zest for seeking what makes one complete. In the process of searching out this completion and reaching out to the willing soul that can walk through life with us we become a seeker.

We find our inner strength and power, from the hand held out to us, by the individuals who find us searching, and wish to guide us along the path. How we grasp that hand and hold on to release that full power determines whether we shine, or whether the light of our soul becomes dim and we cannot find the beauty during adversity and discontent.

When we as seekers have found the one that will complete our soul that is when self doubt becomes apparent. We tend to lean away, feeling uneasy, unsure, and doubting, not realizing life is a mountain we must climb to reach the full potential within and the steeper the mountain the harder the climb the better the view from the finishing line. For we, as the seeker, cannot grasp or comprehend we need them as much as they need us. Thus we become lost in life as a commoner with just enough light to live, yet not truly living.

So while going through your everyday life, when that individual finds you, as the seeker grasp that hand and hold on tight and begin to live, for if you walk away, or wait, then you have lost the ability to exhume your true power from within, and then you never feel complete, for everyone needs someone, that someone that can inspire their soul, write upon the heart a friendship so cherished that the power and energy for life spreads and you can share it when another seeker crosses your path.

Finding is the success, yet when presented, do not move away, for your potential cannot reach fullest until it is presented and brought out by another who inspires. We must become the change we want to see. When sought and found, take notice and take hold, give it all you’ve got because you never know if there’s going to be a next time. There may be false next times yet they will never fulfill what is missing, and what we have not taken hold of cannot truly be replaced.

It is like when you come to the edge of all the light you know, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, and have faith in knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.

Life is about living to our fullest potential. Do more than belong: participate. Do more than care: be there. Do more than believe: practice. Do more than be fair: be kind. Do more than forgive: forget. Do more than dream: achieve.

I have known

The overwhelming yearning

To be complete

And the temptation

To seek my completion thru finding the missing pieces in my life,

One day I long to be strong enough

To delve into the deep recesses of myself,

To brave all fears,

To win time over to my side,

And to find my completion

In that hidden kingdom

Established in me

Before my time began.

I bloom

And Become Translucent

My flesh sings,

My senses open up,

I melt into the spring.

I rise again,

Death of the soul,

Only a servant.

My life finds a form

Into which it can flow.

With this strength I can fly,

It is easy to lift off

Because I am immortal.

I am still here

But I stand in the light transformed,

I cannot be restrained,

I am without boundaries.

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I saw that Movie one time called “Hope Floats”, and laughed to myself thinking.  How could one consider that an expression positive, when dog crap floats too, well at least it does in a swimming pool.

We all search for the best in everything holding out hope, with anticipation that everything good will come and nothing bad will happen.  Reality is, the majority of the negative in our lives, we could have prevented by making different choices.  But the beauty of free will is the ability to wish, hope and dream. Inside every individual is a dream, a desire to find what’s missing.  If I could find the courage to tell that someone what I feel when I do, It would be something like this…..

Be my mirror (just look at me), and tell me that you recognize me.

In your eyes I will recognize myself.

You call me forth, with your kindness and warmth.

I want to believe, that you can see wings growing on me.

I only feel the pain of breaking.

I long to shed what I have been, and like a butterfly

That’s left its form, I want to fly.

Boldly we could conquer the world together

The world in us, the one we have never walked on.

The heart is wild

And wild the life that tames it.

Let us stop time, just be here, let questions remain questions

And sense the density of life.

From moment to moment, shed the past and future like bothersome weights

And take hold of the present.

Fine-fibered packed full of riches

Symphony of colors and forms, like heaven fallen to the earth.

We could have nothing but this moment.

All loving and living, could begin now.

Against the sky, we are silhouettes, we are fingers stretched out, words looking for listeners.

We are skin wanting to be touched.

Will you help me change my fears into wisdom?

Will you be the touch that calls my skin to life?

Will you lure words across my lips?

Will you be the heart my fingertips encounter?

Will you be the color compassionately encircling my world?

Will you stand by me?

Will you throw yourself into the search for more,

If you do, loneliness will become non-existent for both of us.

Forms and colors will surrender their secrets

And in our tumble into life we will not be shattered.

You are more valuable to me than you think.

You remind me of all that is yet to come and all that could be if you listen with your heart and soul, and do not let the opportunity pass you by.

And all that can be or should be I will soon be, us, together and happy.

There comes a time in our lives when circumstances change.  Whether we like them or not they change us.  We either learn to grow from them through the pain they inflict upon our soul, or we let them destroy us.  I wrote this poem during one of those phases in my life, when it was time for change, time for renewal and time to make chapters of my life anew.  I held out hope, then said goodbye, then made changes.  It still to this day amazes me how educated people can make some of the most unwise choices when it comes to matter of the heart.

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