Eternal Moonlight

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Eternal Moonlight by Nicola Karesh

(written while on retreat….)

Free is giving birth to that wail of sorrow that feels your pain
… my pain …
not holding it in so it becomes
muted and has no voice
I am free to be me when the laughter wants to burst forth and I let it.
“What’s the joke?” you say.
“I don’t know,” I say.
On the surface, there’s nothing.
But somewhere below,
I can feel the current of joy
and I grab hold
and ride it.
The freedom to be me shifts
with the passing of time
As this me erupts into the next
Time shapes, molds, cajoles, wears down
And I am in this now
and this now
and this now
and this…
Now
Am I free to be me?
Sometimes, I show up and I ache
with an eternity of sadness.
The sadness that wants trees to live forever
and tigers to have homes.

Sometimes, I show up, fierce and growling.
I might as well wear a sign that reads
Tread lightly.
Danger ahead.

Sometimes, life feels too much
and I want to burrow down
deep in a hole
to never come out

unless…

someone or some thing speaks softly,
sweetly, gently… inviting
like the lullaby of the leaves
And my spirit sighs
It recognises God in your depths
And what could be more
freeing than that?

Sometimes, I open the door.
I free myself
For I remember,
The real me dances with the Divine
in eternal moonlight
It is the One who holds life itself
in Its grasp
who knows no bounds
or restrictions
How could you curtail freedom?

It may take itself on a royal adventure
that mimics hell.
At some point before the dawning of eternity
Inevitably,
It will break free to abandon the ride.

For remember…
we are meant to dance with freedom
under a moonlit sky
eternally blessed
with Divine Light.

Nicola Karesh, copyright © 2014 – All rights reserved.

It’s About Damn Time!

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It’s About Damn Time! by Nicola Rickards Karesh

If I were a black man in today’s society, I doubt that I would be able to keep a level head.

I am considering whether or not to go for brutal honesty, or to carefully weigh my words for fear of inciting the rabble to rouse!

Dial the years back a few… change my gender, recorded ethnicity so someone can squeeze my rich heritage into a tiny box,  keep emotions and personality as they were…

I’d be liable to be running wild in a street, protesting, burning a GMO field or two or three or…. not pulling over in a remote area for anyone no matter that I see a badge or a uniform.  I am driving to the well-lit, populated parking lot, so I have a witness with nothing going down in the dark, behind-the-scenes, alley. 

I doubt that I’d be embracing turn the other cheek mentality.  How long would I have to intern under Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., or be a devout disciple to Jesus to be crucified without a physical fight? These men had fire in their bellies and peace lighting their hearts.  I wasn’t that enlightened back then and it’s questionable, even though I’d like to think that I’m noble, if I would be an angel when greeted with a constant, barrage of darkness.

Lift me up God. Show me the holy way.

At 18, I had fire, but peace was not yet a permanent fixture in my house.  I’m sure I’d be making a list and thinking up ways to get retribution.  I wouldn’t be forgetting anything! Every wrongful death, unwarranted imprisonment, misuse of force and power, would be notches on my belt and by hell or high water, I’m going to get every one of you back.  See, I hadn’t learned the serenity prayer yet. 

I would have the wild-eyed bravado to think I can affect change and if the now corrupt, legal channels weren’t working for me, then who am I to become a doormat? 

Complacency has never been my middle name.I would have the wild-eyed bravado to think I can affect change and if the now corrupt, legal channels weren’t working for me, then who am I to become a doormat? 

I’m surprised that there aren’t more riots.  I’m surprised there isn’t more destruction.  I’m not surprised that people are beginning to rise up.  It’s about damn time.

Nicola Rickards Karesh, copyright © 2014 – All rights reserved.

A Canadian’s View On Our Disrespect Of President Obama’s Presidency

Excellent! Perspective is everything. People need to wake up to the “new national rudeness” that has definitely “gone way, way too far.”

The Fifth Column

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America – He’s Your President for Goodness Sake!

By William Thomas

There was a time not so long ago when Americans, regardless of their political stripes, rallied round their president. Once elected, the man who won the White House was no longer viewed as a republican or democrat, but the President of the United States. The oath of office was taken, the wagons were circled around the country’s borders and it was America versus the rest of the world with the president of all the people at the helm.

Suddenly President Barack Obama, with the potential to become an exceptional president has become the glaring exception to that unwritten, patriotic rule.

Four days before President Obama’s inauguration, before he officially took charge of the American government, Rush Limbaugh boasted publicly that he hoped the president would fail. Of course, when the president fails the country flounders. Wishing harm upon…

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