With Knowledge, We Grow

With Knowledge, We Grow.
We enter this world with nothing: no hate, no fear, no prejudice, no cares or worries, and no hidden demons.
Only as we experience life do these things become part of us.
We should aspire to keep them at bay, and to be better today than we were yesterday.
The spine which should support us all should consist of love, of self-control, of trust, respect, and of course, honesty.
Without these things we are nothing.
Through our experience we learn to choose whether we will be good, or bad, and those choices are reflected in how others see us.
Make those choices wisely, for if you do, you will be loved by others, and comfortable in yourself.
Do not judge, for others may judge you the same. Have an open mind, and a gentle demeanor, for in all things the good in you will shine through, as long as you let it.
Do not pretend to be something you are not. If others cannot accept you for who you really are, they may not be worthy of knowing you anyway.
With Knowledge, We Grow. Live this way and at the right time you may leave this existence at peace with yourself, and the rest of the world.

  written by MG back in 2006
http://www.seekers.org.uk/With%20Knowledge%20We%20Grow.htm

Memory Lane

"Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.”
~T.S. Eliot

This slave finds a wistfulness for both what was, as well as what was "not". What "was" went too soon. The seasons change,time slips by and with each passing year this one longs to hold onto summer's fleeting days, reminding me of youthful laughter and warmth and pleasure.
The freezing of those perfect moments when they graced us is sadly impossible, time marches on, no matter what, we can but try to hold in memory every second and allow it to fill our soul to sustain during the chill and darkness.

Slavery's moments change as do all moments. My wistfulness comes due to lack of understanding of the impermanence of time. The moment which mark this slave's soul and heart keeps me forever bound to my Master even when the mark is no longer present on the flesh.

Re posted from December 2010: MG was so pleased with this post In His memory i re post now
 Rest Peacefully now my darling my memories will hold you close always

Alter bridge- Watch over you

Yesterday is a memory, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift, which is why it is called the present. 

What the caterpillar perceives is the end; to the butterfly is just the beginning. 

Everything that has a beginning has an ending. 

Make your peace with that and all will be well

Tears

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love.".Washington Irving

Life moments

How long is a man's life, finally?
Is it a thousand days, or only one?
One week, or few centuries?
How long does a man's death last?
And what do we mean when we say, 'gone forever'?

Adrift in such preoccupations, we seek clarification.
We can go to the philosophers,
But they will grow tired of our questions.
We can go to the priests and the rabbis
But they might be too busy with administrations.

So, how long does a man live, finally?
And how much does he live while he lives?
We fret, and ask so many questions
Then when it comes to us
The answer is so simple

A man lives for as long as we carry him inside us,
For as long as we carry the harvest of his dreams,
For as long as we ourselves live,
Holding memories in common, a man lives.

His lover will carry his man's scent, his touch:
His children will carry the weight of his love.
One friend will carry his argument,
Another will hum his favourite tunes,
Another will still share his terrors.

And the days will pass with baffled faces,
Then the weeks, then the months,
Then there will be a day when no question is asked
And the knots of grief will loosen in the stomach,
And the puffed faces will calm.
And on that day he will not have ceased,
But will have ceased to be separated by death.
How long does a man live, finally?

R.I.P my darling

19.7.1956 - 18.10.2012

My Master Past away on 18th October 2012 after almost a year fighting a battle with cancer that he could never win. i had sat at his side for 7 weeks and if i could have taken His place,  removed His pain  i surely would have but my lot in life is to be the one left behind to carry on.

 and i shall and make Him proud of me.so i begin a new phase of my life without my soul mate, without my Master. how will i cope, right now i have absolutely no idea.