A reflection

Reflections

Its is said that only in a mirror will you see self, Yet I look at my children and see what I believe.

I give my time to my own goals, selfishly seeking a means, Yet I judge another on that what they do not do.

I seek the coalesce of harmony with in, Yet it is within I am challenged.

I awake my longing for a simple moment of belonging, Yet it is I who is the first to walk away.

My dreams are filled with horror, Yet they are an honor.

I am trapped with in these selfish beliefs that in one way I can change, Yet again they are but a reflection of you, a perception of me.

Alas I am far worse to judge me.

Can Computer teach better than humans

Computers are not personable, they are fast, they do not have the faults of humans, they are blind to race, they can not feel, nor see neither excitement nor disappointment.

Only a human can see and use awareness of the other I will challenge a computer to feel passion.

Alas most teaching starts well before a child enters school.

Art is an illusion

If success in art is expression, what is the most hidden in self is the quest.

The image is but a reflection, an illusion of that moment of self.

Change

Change.

How I worry about thee, thy decision put to actions, once started the journey slips and slides like an amusement park ride. ,

The fear of thee has crippled me, like thoughts replayed as a horror movie on constant reruns. My actions become routine as I flounder for the pause button. As if the pause will quiet demands of my own selfish inactions, as I hold on to what I know. Mostly the knowing of how I am chained to a history of thee.

The excitement of thee! Oh that power you flaunt at me like bait on a hook. Teasing my fear with dreams of better, As if you were a baker your manipulations presented in roll upon colorful sweet roll of temptations all lined up for me to try.

The reality of thee, you twist stance with the quickness of a child, you place histories on a hook to hold me there, while I wallow in inaction looking for even one morsel of the sweetness you promised, once tasted you become allusive like the a missing spice.

Your contempt for me is clear, like a bitter winter wind, you remind me, in my history there is only thee. From the moment I became until the length of my life’s threads end. You are twisted and weaved through my days, ever there, just out of sight, then you pounce into the light.

Alas for it will be, until I become thee.

US

Why is it that man seeks to control another by the few of belief?

Was this the greatest country in the world built by a conservative view, or a more liberal view of let us try something new. As in We the People.

What in the last 30 years has the conservative view brought us?

The savings and loan, high oil prices, over stated property values, failed banks, over stated insurance and hiding their money, all the while saying I am a conservative.

I for one would rather follow a prostitute; at least they would know a manipulation of control for what it is.

Honor

Honor is given by deed, the courage there of, not pride.

I spent sometime walking about thinking about this, I looked into history and found many great people and countless great deeds in which to read and remember. Part of it was wondering about me, and about my deeds. Could I live up to the concept, should I even try.

I went to a benefit concert the other day, to assist a child who is stricken with Cancer, it was there that the true meaning of Honor came out. I watched like many others this festival of music and dance, not a single performer showed pride. Humbly I watched a good friend step up to the mic, knowing this man I could see he was touched by the same display as I had seen all night. Yes he was like all the others humbly trying to excite attention for the child.

I stepped away from the hustle and bustle of the event, and wondered about my mind in a spin. How to express this display I had seen.

These others have given so much in deed.

Honor the courage of the child indeed.

A Journey

A wise man once said, you will see your path.

Fade not the spirit of the heart,

Your journey has just begun.

Leaders

There are leaders and there are those who lead.

Leaders hold a position of power or influence.

Those who lead inspire us.

Apologies

Apologies to everyone, I have been about another task. It would seem that when I go about them I become even more reclusive. I have a lot to reflect on and ideas to follow so I make no excuse.

For sure it has not been about any of you.