Within the darkest dreams,
A mind may find or see,
The depth of soul, from one to one,
Of what is meant to be.

The seeking and the searching,
Time a person takes.
To reach the levels and the depths,
Of this realm become awake.

A special day will come,
An awareness to believe,
Take hold of what you find,
For your mind to conceive.

A time of once before,
Where worlds merged endlessly,
A soul mate there for each and all,
And hearts merged naturally.

Within the darkest dreams,
Energy draws you near,
The strongest of the few,
A rarest breed to fear.

Yet space and time evolves,
As separation spread the worlds,
The broken pieces scattered,
As souls became unfurled.

The bloodline of this race,
Searches for those alike,
The yearning for their soul mate,
The heart, the core of strike.

Within the darkest dreams,
Pure silence going deeper.
To find the ones that truly know,
To awaken all the sleepers.

Come forth and find your realm,
Among each foreign race,
Go back to seek and search,
Leave not a single trace.

Far and few between,
Will fully understand,
The life that really was,
A life that was so grand.

The process can be quick,
Awakening a magical force,
Or some may wait centuries,
To find their inner source,

The path to lead and guide,
All ancient laws that be.
A rare breed indeed,
That only few shall see,

The light within the darkness,
A bonding of blood ties,
The source for those who know,
Will see your deceit and lies.

Within the darkest dreams,
The energy will flow,
Guiding to a place,
The ancient ones will know,

The writings on the walls,
And powers to be seen,
A spacial differential,
Of this world in between.

The visions that will come,
A knowledge to belong,
To the rarest breed of all,
Within the ancient songs.

“Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either
a wild beast or a god.”
Aristotle

“Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend, the cold, obscure shelter where moult the wings which will bear it farther than the suns and the stars. He who should inspire and lead his race must be defended from traveling with the souls of other men, from living, breathing, reading, and writing in the daily, time-worn yoke of their opinions. “In the morning – solitude;” said Pythagoras; that Nature may speak to the imagination, as she does never in company, and that her favorite may take acquaintance with those divine strengths which disclose themselves to serious and abstracted thought. ‘Tis very certain that Plato, Plotinus, Archimedes, Hermes, Newton, Milton, Wordsworth, did not live in a crowd, but descended into it from time to time as benefactors: and the wise instructor will press this point of securing to the young soul in the disposition of time and the arrangements of living, periods and habits of solitude.” — from Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Conduct of Life”

Each minute of each day cling to life as if there is no tomorrow, for a person never knows what the next minute will bring.  One of my dearest friends has cancer.  We have been friends since we were kids.  Many memories and many stories I could tell of how mischievous we were.  We even lived together for awhile and fought like two wildcats, yet to this day remain very close.  Though our lives have gone in different directions and there are times when we go months without speaking because life becomes so busy, it’s one of those lifetime friendships that is always there no matter which paths our life takes us.

My heart is breaking and while my heart is breaking, I feel selfish for hurting because she is the one going through the chemo, she is the one suffering through radiation, struggling to hang on to life.  She is a strong woman and even as I spoke to her today, she is clinging to her tenacious strength to keep on living.  The doctors have said she does not have much time, yet she fights with all she has to gain her health back, and keeps her determination to live at the forefront of her mind.  My precious, feisty, strong friend, who I have always loved and admired.

I was planning on going to Michigan in April to visit my Mom and then bring my Mom back to Ohio for a couple of weeks.  I may be going to Michigan before that now and spending some time with my friend.

She has dreams of getting well enough to go back to Korea for a visit, to see once again where she grew up, and to touch base with “home”.  She was adopted by a US couple when she was 12.  Even in her weakened state, being able to talk was difficult for her, yet you could still feel and hear her determination to become well. 

Again my selfishness kicks in and I hurt, but who am I to be hurt as she has such strength and faith with what she is going through.

So, for you my friend, I will set my selfishness aside, and ride along with your overwhelming strength and love of life. Appreciating you, loving and admiring you as always, as even now you teach me lessons of life that you are not even aware of.

~Friends Forever~