Tag: The Past

My strength is in my writing!

Sometimes we have to go to the depths of despair to find the core of our being. 2018 was just such a year for me. But dwelling on the past has never helped anyone. The future cannot change, redeem, or soften the past. It is what it is. So whether you reflect in sadness or fantasize about happier times returning, let go! These are the hardest words I have ever penned.

That said, I know my strength is in my writing. I chose to use my strength to face the future. Wish me luck! The same to all of you!

FICTION IS REALITY!

What we dream is an alternate reality we bring into being…

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FICTION, REFLECTED IN A DREAM

Fiction is the only reality.

 

Which may not have found a soul yet to implant wonders for the future or wisdom of the past.

 

The stories must be told to a questing mind, not of this time and place, but of eternity.

 

The Universal spirit of belief, faith, inner knowing, precognition; destined to forever last

 

In the visions and dreams of consciousness … for infinity.

 

One day you will see self in another face, reflected in a looking glass

 

And grasp that FICTION is but another dimension, an extension

 

Of all the incarnations that simply must be.

 

You will scrutinize, then recognize, and only then will you finally, truly BELIEVE!

 

(by Deborah A. Bowman, Copyrighted 2018, permission to share with author’s credit)
http://www.bowmanauthor.com

 

 

The Past and How It Affects the Future

Gone are the days of history…

by Deborah A. Bowman

Gone are the days of yesteryear.
Gone are smiles, miles, tears and fears.
We of the present can learn from history.
Those of the future will fulfill our destiny.
The past comes alive as sins and wins are repeated.
Triumphs are heralded; Foes are defeated.
If only we could stop the challenges.
If only we could heighten the balances.
It makes me wonder as I ponder,
If all on earth have wandered
These paths before in yesteryear
And have returned with our hopes and fears.
History repeats itself,
But we remain ourselves
Through thick and thin, but in different skins.
Reacting the same way as we begin
Lifetimes in new bodies, when we are given
A chance to redeem our numerous sins
Or spread truth and love, strong and sage,
As we enter life in a future age.
Will I live again
Or is this the end?

Perhaps is this me in a previous life?