We are not a idiots
we are human beings
struggling to live a decent life
in a world controlled by indecent humans

There’s nothing wrong in falling down
even less when we’re pushed down
we may take a little break to heal
afterward we’ll get up again, yes we will

The hawk rises whether alone or with prey in its claws
if the prey is too heavy
the hawk may drop it or stop to eat it, to then rise
the hawk always rises

When we feel locked away
in dungeons of darkness and despair
remember the key cannot be gotten
only accept the one already Offered

Perhaps in this part of the realm
things look not right
but within the Realm
all is as it should be

On this level of our immediate reality
much damage is done, we are hurt
but the rotten grapes upon the vine
are soon pruned and removed

We need but to live and act in Love
remain watchful in all things
resist evil (by non-participation?)
and consider always Who succors us

I love you,


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12 Responses to Encouragement

  1. A touch here, it reaches honey. My, my it reaches.

    My dad recently popped by my wavelength. Even from his distance the heat hit all too heavy, hard, at once. His token of wisdom? Resist, and it shall flee.

    What does that mean?

    It’s been said that non-disclosure in certain circumstances is weighted equally with participation itself.

    What then? We disclose and it becomes eminent that action follows.

    What about the hollowed out moments where faith in righteousness meets opposition by the depth of unrighteousness we see with our fragile eyes?

    Living by faith and not by sight in times such as these is much like dying five times before being reborn only once, every minute, forever. Oh man.

    How does the rock apologize to the ground on which it rolls?

    Men profit in greed with a confident grin, then weep massive tears upon leaving it behind.

    But what about the smiling? Shall redemption bear its own birth in this emptiest loss? The soul, not the flesh, it weeps man. It weeps.

    This infinitely rising compassion within you is a tangible lifeline, upon which the heart is reminded how to sing.

    I love you.


    • Turbulence…

      “And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.” (Mark 4:39)

      “Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.” Mikhail Lermontov

      “On this day there was soon wind enough and to spare. The same might have been said of the sea. The Spray was in the midst of the turbulent Gulf Stream itself. She was jumping like a porpoise over the uneasy waves.” Joshua Slocum

      Without turbulence, fish cannot swim, birds cannot fly, and the flame cannot burn… ah, but if only all turbulence were like that of children splashing around on a hot summer day…

      Love you,


  2. bert0001 says:

    Great and Concise


  3. ♡eM says:

    We need but to live and act in love.



  4. risinghawk says:

    “The Hawk Always Rises.” I love of that, of course – it reflects the sentiment behind the name given to me by a very dear, old Apache friend, now passed from this earth – “Rising Hawk.” Wonderful, and well said! Blessings…

    Rising Hawk


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