Like a flower we fade away

Loosing someone is so hard
Especially when so close to your heart
It takes a moment too,
Find out all the things they meant to you

Sometimes we go through life
Starting this or that drama or fight
Along with all pleasure, there must be a pain
But we remain in each others lives, or leave the scene

Long after the flowers of you and I have fallen
I can see them blooming a garden inside me
What made me love, and even hate so....
Passionatly, I have to use that emotion, to fertilize
.....to grow

To know?
Like a flower we fade away

I have so many comings and goings
So many who say they are there, but
.....who knows?
I guess in the end it's just me
I deal with my own life, it's stories of glory
and the realness built out of it's tragedies

I have come into your life
I really do try to do right, but
sometimes I falter, sometimes we fail
I am forgotten, even worse misbegotten!

I was never born to be perfect, no life is
I was made to fall down
To pick myself up again and again
To try to be better, begin again and again
and again.

Still....
Like a flower we fade away

Understand my story as my truth
I am human, I bleed my proof
People cannot be one anothers ideal
and it's sometimes very hard to have compassion
to heal, or deal, with others
(understanding sisters and brothers)

So we wander in and out of lives
Looking for someone to understand our strife
To lift each other up
From darkeness into the light
Keep fighting for what you know
(empowerment is right)

We cling to those momments it is our life
Who has lifted who has made us take flight!
How we all desearve to be perfect, in someones eyes
Just being who we are regardless of flaws, misteps
....or personal lies

Who can see the shining life behind the protective disguise?

Dignity.....humanity...equality

To understand the human heart
Is to understand both joy and hurt,
I have to love until I can't and then
If there is no second, third chance, I'll fade
.....fade away

Like a flower, we all someday........ will fade away

Aaron Dolson
July 24th 2014

A Faerie tale:The story of weaving

Once long before the traffic and noise
Their lived the woman of the woods the daughter of the moon,
Octal the weaver of all things on earth
And from her womb she spun the web connecting all things to her grandmother, through her mother the moon.
It happened one day that she was weaving, and two small girls walked out of the woods, nude as the day they were born for they had not worn clothing during this time.
“well hello dear ones, I am surprised you have found me here weaving the earth from my loom!”
the two girls looked at one another
“well since you have found me I will have to teach you a secret, and this you shall share with your daughters as my mother and grandmother have shared this wisdom with me!”
she proceeded to take the girls into her lap one on each leg
and she proceeded to continue her weaving.
Wolves jumped from her loom and trees and shadows and the breeze.
Then she gave the girls the loom to try.
But no animals jumped from the loom, no trees no bees.
Here she said let me see this thing.
She took the loom and out jumped a sheep, such a pretty little sheep, and she took her shears from behind her ears, and cut the fur of the sheep.
“now dear ones, here is a more suitable thing for you to weave”
she balled up the fur, thread it in and they both began to weave a string, next they took the string at her command and onto the loom it went, like magic they wove fabric on the loom, smiling and singing the weaving tune, then the evening came,
“I must return to my mother the moon, here though now you have a secret to share with your daughter’s and granddaughters, just as my mother and grandmother have shared this with me, but understand this magic can enslave you or set you free, always share it with those who can see nothing become something, never share it with anyone who wishes to use this power to dictate, or forever will your people be enslaved.”
And with this she split into three maid mother and crone one going into the earth one going through the moon and one going up into the stars.
And the girls knowing the secret of weaving walked off into different directions to share their secret with the ones who show great care, to not enslave, but to share.

Locked in my dreams a world unseen a path of acceptance a road to reflection,

I wander these twists an turns, cut by thorns and briars of scorn self pity self hate just a moment on my path not my fate but a reason to change knowing how to find my name realize we are all the same as the same, the stars the galaxies they all sing our names.
Sometimes I look up to see the way out stumbling crying, screaming I shout, “why must my path be so alone,” no one replies so I fall back into my lies a thin disguise, illusions of a home other than my heart, that is square one, each day I learn to start as if it were the first the morning haze of my birth into change the morning dew my breast milk, I drink from the goddesses teat an the creatures occasionally come out to greet me as a friend, but they only wait with me for the moment, and I keep moving along my path of conception looking past the deceptions of things I release the material possession which make the path harder to climb, like Sisyphus the boulder I let go of returns to remind me move on on down my path past the mountainous gates of the eternal landscape of a past which is a life, not held in strife or pain along the path comes fallen rain reminding me many must cleanse allow the hurt to drain into the colors of the sunset the oceans will help us remember forget our moment, we dive in swimming through tears across to the other side I am still alive not drowned but refreshed dive in, there never was time to regret, so I am beget to traverse through a new land with many paths many directions not just one many ways of moving towards the moon mother the father the sun I choose the path of conflict for the experience the overgrown weeds the piles of composting leaves the high grass I stop to smell how sweet the new world of hills and dales maybe I might meet someone I think, we might exchange great tales of our travels, but when I look to the horizon I see not one other person, it could seem lonely or fearful but at the drop of my tears on the earth a flower emerges, telling me not to stop but to keep pushing forward and up, up I go to the highest point I stop and contemplate solitude, no more loneliness no more fear I leave those on top of this mountain look out and see another trail which leads me down into the valley of my dreams, it is only a moment this path it is not like any of us are really ever trapped think of the moment watch it pass, nothing is forever nothing lasts, we can choose to let go to become willing to show the beauty we know is true moving through our moments of solitude loneliness fear and joy we are capable of so much more than one direction we are capable of making the paths have a connection, at that moment my epiphany arises I begin to see the others who are just like me and out of the breeze across the plains a circle of hands rises and people call out my name, I have reached the center of myself and because I have not been afraid to see the people on the path behind beside become apparent to me, and I no longer have doubts no longer have pain for I reach out to those who circle and loving those who find life sacred I now find the truth of eternity is seeing we are all the same, I was never alone, I needed to not see myself to accept myself before I could see others, sisters brothers, and though the path was long tedious and hard at the end is a beginning of a new world where all beings sacred together, lovers and friends together we see all roads lead to the unification of you and me, this is free, this is a place to call home no more will we ever be alone, we are home welcome home, welcome home, I love you, this is how we have grown

Activating your life, an accumulation of dreams,
Is this your epic and mythic theme?
Or are we just living in some patriarch’s dream?
Living each life with unfulfilled schemes?
Throughout the centuries we’ve traveled?
Along same paths and many roads?

Do our intentions cross or weave?
Or is our heart meant not to believe?
It’s doubts that haunt me?
In my heart I am broken?
Need of some fixing, empowerment compassion?
Outside false messiahs, and false profits?
Am I a victim of my circumstance?
A survivor, a thriver coming into the light?
Do I perpetuate my truth?
The truth I have become wise of because of my oppression, from my youth?
Are we empowering each other’s truths?
Or are we empowering each other’s weakness?
Out of the darkness?
Into the light?
Up from a movement?
Born in the night?
Heroes shall rise?
Show the world a better way to survive?
A reason to wake each morning involved and alive?
Build up through strife?
Save your, our people’s lives?
Is this why you’re alive?
To change the coarse of the tides?
So that all of humanity is one?
Until this spell weaves and comes undone?
Will we live our day’s with praise?
Acknowledge the teachings that come our way?
What is an epic hero to do?
The revolution starts in me?
Does it start in you?
Do you feel so liberated and free?
What about the people living in slavery?
Is there death and war all over this planet?
You do see it don’t you?
Dammnit?
Is anything I am saying getting though?
We must rise up and make it through?
We must build a better world?
Cherish the humble?
All wholly as god?
Not more separation?
No more hatred?
No more war?
Restitution?
Humanism?
We create?
War with ourselves? War with others? War with the world?
Should we? Could we? Would we?
Create?
Revolution with the self? Revolution with others? Revolution with the world?
Is it this simple?
Can we claim responsibility for our own actions?
Can we activate consciousness with others?
Thus creating a current for mass change to happen?
Huh?
What?
Umm?
Gees?
Are we twittling our thumbs?
Not living by our words?
Not activating the ancestors in our DNA?
Are we clung up in the web?
Blinded by the fibers of a deceitful spell?
Removing all illusions?
Fibers are weak?
But control is strong?
Do you see me?
Am I feeling you?
Are we understanding?
Evolving?
Finding solutions?
Resolutions?
Perpetuating potions?
A notion to wake up?
Find devotion?
Self love?
Love of others?
Of all?
Activating it?
Relating?
No more self sabotage?
How have things become better?
Moving through obsessive abusive patterns?
Rising up from how much oppression?
Becoming adult?
Wise mystic elder?
A guiding light?
An inspirational life?
Do we see the changes inside?
As we grow into it?
Accept it?
Share it and reflect it?
Is it like a blinding light?
Are we afraid to walk into the truth?
Is it to soon?
“How soon is now?”
When does it all begin?
Didn’t it at our birth?
Hasn’t the truth been brewing inside?
All your life?
All the loss of life, we’ve seen?
People burned building a greedy dream?
Don’t you sometimes wanna scream it out?
Let the dogs out of the house?
But what does the rage do?
Do people want to listen to me or you?
When we build a cage built on rage?
Can we find the emotion that is crippling our approach?
Can we accept one another as eternal life coaches?
Is it ok to look into your eyes?
To look past your pain?
To find the truth hidden inside?
To pull it out?
Remove guilt fear and doubt?
to help it thrive?
So many questions?
So much time?
I hope the answers will complete my rhythm?
Finalize my rhyme?
So sign your name on the dotted line?
Is revolutionary evolution?
Right in our minds?

Aaron Dolson
2007

We create our reality around ourselves, we must come to understand moving away from fear guilt and shame, moving away from being a criminal, or a victim we are moving out of these patterns, of self hate and scorn into a place beyond all this. Acceptance. I wish to talk about all the sadness I have accumulated in my life, how this sadness has motivated me too much joy, and how much I appreciate real happiness now that I have found it. I haven't found it from other people or lovers, although they've taught me greatly, I found it within myself, I came to move past all those patterns spoken of above into a place of pure acceptance. Because I accept myself, because I am not stuck in those self-mutilating patterns, things have started organically to fall into place; life has become a gift and each day a romance. This is what I wish for every person, move out of those patterns that bind you, stop allowing oppression rule over your life, and you will stop oppressing the people around you. I speak of darkness I speak of light, I am just looking into both of them and working with cause and effect, bad things happen destruction happens, so creation and nurturing can be fostered. So our "New World what shall it be, I feel and foresee very strongly a world built on acceptance of self and others feelings for mind body and soul, the real revolution starts within each and every sentient being and motivates, permeates into the all consciousness. Collective consciousness, love the self, and begin to truly see understand and love others for similarities, our differences our "New World" cultural catharsis, let's come together in love to create educate and play!
Aaron Dolson
2008

Haiku

Practicing Haiku
1

I forgot the rain,

How hard it falls down, so to

Soften on the earth.
2

Cat sits next to me

Close to some sort of lightness

She's seeing futures.
3

I crossed the country

Finding that a selflessness

Has come too when gone.
4

Electric words drip

Like lighting in a bottle

Empower my voice
5

The sky shining so

Molecules dance like glitter

Across the heavens