We shall see

Life is precious. Enjoy the morsel of the moment. There is an algorithm ever present along our destined path. Have faith in your strength. Believe in the power of your story.

 

Remember the proverb of the Chinese farmer. His son found a wild and beautiful stallion and captured it and brought it home. The people of the village said, Congratulations, we hear your son has found a beautiful wild stallion. The old farmer merely replied, "We shall see". The villagers confused walked away. A few days later the son was breaking this stallion in and broke his leg in the middle of doing so. The villagers came by and offered their condolences. The old farmer said, "We shall see". Puzzled, they walked away from this strange old man. Two weeks later as the son was laid up in a cast and trying to hobble along through his day soldiers came to fulfill a draft. The son was of age, but due to his broken leg, he was not drafted. The people of the village were overwhelmed with joy, and came by to congratulate the old farmer. As usual, he replied, "We shall see". Several months into the long, cold war, the man's house burned down and the son, still healing was trapped in the fire and died. The people of the village were overwhelmed with sorrow realizing that if the son had been at war, he would not have been trapped in the fire. The old man surprised them with his level answer. We shall see.

 

I am sure you have heard this before. The point is that you never know what the obstacles or sorrows of life are designed to perform. Have faith. Enjoy the morsel of the moment. Choose to be happy no matter what the current circumstance. If you get wrapped up in the past or the future, you are jeopardizing the fullness of the moment.

Live each moment to its fullest potential.

And imagine what "We Shall See!"

Lizard with a Taped on Tail

My day yesterday was a strange & beautiful day full of ups and downs, blessings and obstacles. I think the strangest thing that happened (even stranger than the lizard with the taped on tail!) was the note that was left on one of the tables I served yesterday at the restaurant. It read, "The original Caligula, after his reign of sadism and terror." What it means to me, I have no idea. Perhaps, it wasn't even meant for me. However, the way it was left on the table makes me feel as though it was in deed intended for me. I know little to nothing about Caligula (which is about to change). Anyone that has two cents to add, please feel free. I am very curious. I do feel that our life is an algorithm that we must figure out as we go along our destined path. I feel that there are puzzle pieces that occur and we must be watching to understand their mathematical value to our spiritual purpose. I am grateful to say, I feel like I am putting scabs over my wounds, finding the significance of the recent obstacles I have encountered. I feel as though I am factoring in these recent puzzle pieces and moving forward. Thanks again for all the continued to support through this hardest chapter of my life so far.

Love & Light,
Lady Rain.

Angels in the Knightmare

"Finding supporting ideas "
Next step on my destiny
Moving ahead
On this unmanned trajectory
Status unknown but destination proclaimed
Freedom for the people
Who remain enslaved
Revamp the system
Step out of the box
They made us captive behind this glass block
No lid but we remain
Like creatures in a cage
I can hit a mic and blow up a stage
But it's about time for the chapter and page to change
So you can call me Moses or you can call me Malcolm
However the mathematics
I only care about the outcome
So run if you must
From the burden at hand
But we will wave our banner high
All across this land
I don't care to ever be
A part of the status quo
White female may be where it's at
But the soul inside me knows
I am more than from this place
And I am not my race, my age
My gender is not relevant
To all my spirit estimates
We are the warriors we have been waiting for
Careful on your mission
For the wolf waits at the door
I am marching us to Zion
Freedom is at hand
And all the ones who believe
Are the ones who understand
So now is the time
Now is the hour
Our Spirit understands
Our Divinity gives us power
Angels in the Knightmare
Following the War
We are the ones we have been waiting for
It is our time to rise

No Place Like Home

I have to admit some of the joy of coming home to my new house has been taken away from me by force. I had to call my mother tonight and have her stay on the phone with me until I could breathe easy and feel at peace. As it stands, all the lights in my house are on. There is a service that the county provides women in my position to move to a new location. I cannot lie. I have thought about it several times. Amanda and her husband have offered to install a security system here or wherever I go should I choose to move. This is all a lot at once. Many things I have not shared with the many things I have. I cannot say I am happy about what happened or say that I understand it. What I can say is that I recognize the algorithm of life at work within me and that the spectrum of what we experience from our greatest joy to our deepest pain all serves a greater purpose. I am grateful that I can hold on to that at this time. I am also happy to say that I am working on a couple new songs. I wrote some intense poetry that served as a great release. School is going well, and so is my internship. Money is tight but my bills are paid, and I get stronger every day. Thanks to all of you who have lent an ear, offered a hand, a shoulder to cry on, words of support, prayers and meditations. I could not be me without all of you. My love and my gratitude goes out to each and every one of you.

See what you've done to me.

I want to be your constancy
I think about you constantly
Look what you've gone and done to me
I am your A to Z
Freedom is as Freedom does
Cannot predict by only what was
There is no manual of love
Not everything right fits like a glove

Copper!

Copper is the color of my karma
Bare-boned beneath the skin
My unadulterated dogma
Skeletons of amber hue
Dance outside my closet
I watch the raindrops
Fall like pain
From a sky that feels like crying
Indigo my tree like bones
Embrace the moistened soil
Tell me it is worth the work
And I will maintain the toil
I am swimming up this stream
Like a salmon in her season
Picking up momentum now
And contemplating treason
Weaving in and out
These thought processes of mine
Osmosis moves left brain to right
Answers seek to find
Harmonic balance
Sigh
I fly on wings of passion
Which will never be denied
Size me up
Fill my cup
Or simply walk on by
I always give the best of me
Even when I'm wrong
If you doubt my story now
Just listen to my song

Equilibrium

Copper is the color of my karma
Thin skinned
As I am digging
Amber bones
From my deepest, darkest closet

She sopheted to me
Like a substrate to an enzyme
Reminding me
Once again
The time had come to find
Equilibrium

I am swimming up a stream
Like a salmon in its season
Picking up momentum now
Contemplating treason

Weaving in and out
Thought processes
The answers seek to find
Osmosis moves left brain to right
Harmonic balance
Sigh

I fly on wings of passion
Which will never be denied
Size me up
Or fill my cup
Or simply walk on by

I always give the best of me
Even when I am wrong
If you doubt my story now
Just listen to my song

Wings

Indigo three point oh
The lamppost flickers on
When the light begins to fade
The time will call us home
We hone in on our extra senses
Watching for the signs
Puzzle piece
We dance on streets
All roads lead to Rome
Zoning rights begin to fight
For territorial design
We ignore the signs
And treat the symptoms
Blind lead the blind
Power holds the wealthy hand
And soldiers march in alone
The weary back
Begins to crack
And the powerful call it weak
We weep on knees
Nothing left to bleed
Yet somehow still believe
Faith writes within the margin
What most may never see
Her private thoughts
Are wrought like iron
Truth most cannot believe

Shower

I am Karma's broken daughter
Copper colored
Defiantly defending my dogma
Amber bones
Clutter the darkness
Of my closet
I undress
Redress
Ready to march across the water

I will do all that it takes to be
All that I am
Ready to rise up and lay claim to this land
My hands raised
Palms wide open
This faith I was born from
Has my spiritual open

I am the firstborn child
Of the wing-ed lion
Ready to lead my people
To the freedom of Zion
I could choose to be daunted by all I have seen
But I would rather continue to believe

All people are made up
Of light and of darkness
And somewhere within us
That still voice is calling

Choices are made
To demons we hearken
My mission is strong
I will not falter

more people than not
Will choose to be
Safety over slaughter
Love over fear

My destined path is
Filled with obstacles and pain
But Life will always return
Beneath the shower of the Rain