The Night is Not My Own by Robin Clarissa The night is not my own Reality is not here, it's not there. Is it real? The wind sounds like waves Is it some distant waves crossing on the shore Or is it just the trees whisper ways back and forth? Slow down mind Slow down mind Slow down mind Piercing thoughts, race like the horse with no end in sight Do it again or do they end? That is the question I would love to know Darkness seeks revenge follows, but still sleeps Slow down mind Slow down mind Slow down mind Can you tell what is real? Have you put that notion there? What is black and what is white? It is neither. Colors only shadow and make believe that everything is fun Slow down mind Slow down mind Slow down our mind
Why does what I say matter? Because it matters to me. Only you can make what you want to say significant to yourself. What it means to others falls on them in how they have been shaped by their own experiences. Everyone's voice makes a difference, whether you agree with them or not. I am shaped by my experience and by my beliefs. Because I may not agree with how you view the world or God's word does not mean that I do not love you just as much. We all have opinions and the "right" to say or express our feelings. Sometimes it is not worth saying and sometimes it is. There will NEVER be a time when our beliefs will align with everyone or when politics will simply be real and unadulterated. Why do we have to then argue about every single issue? Is it going to change anything really? This life is short. God meant for us to love and for his love to reach others through us. We are not to compare ourselves to others because we were only meant to be ourselves and not those ot...
Nothing much to say today. I have gotten much accomplished today in the way of organization of my home but still have much more to do. I am too tired to get anymore done today so I am going to bed earlier than my normal. Seized the day and looking forward to tomorrow! Love, Robin
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