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Nothing is as black and white as it seems,

If the world seems drab,

Color it,

A picture can paint a thousand words.

 

2023, Welcome to another colorful year!

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Snow

When all that glitters,

is not gold.

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It has taken me some time to silence the thoughts of others and cipher through their parables and codes.

Social media is inundated with an extraordinary amount of negativity.  Many comments are meant to debilitate the vitality of opponents who dare think outside of the box.  It is easy to attack someone whom you cannot see. 

It is also easier to control those whose faces are covered. It removes the aspects of humanism.  Covering ones nose and mouth deprives the brain of oxygen and weakens soundness of mind.

I suspect the past few years has done irreparable damage to human kind.

(I can still feel the agony of those who withheld their screams of terror and disbelief until their eyes deadened and their hearts hardened.)

It’s easier to follow the masses than it is to stand alone. 

Fear can be a strict task master. It drives groups together but it can also break them apart.

Many people gave up. 

Others allowed themselves to become disabled through the pressure tactics forced upon them. Hypnotized, they consumed propaganda spoon fed to them by daily dose of dishonesty and negativity.   They became the fanatical converts who threatened non-believers. Non-believers were ostracized and pushed into seclusion.

There are many fanatics today that seek continued control over the populous.  They have a surplus of information ordained to frighten the weak into a continued life of subservience. 

They want the masses to move through life like robots – zombies with dead eyes, stiff movements and no heart because when you stunt growth or imagination, there is no individuality – no freedom.  This is called censorship. 

What they do not know is that you cannot cripple the heart or mind of an artist! 

The individual pain each person endures throughout life is precisely the gold that shines through an entrapped mindset to create an artist.  Seclusion is all that is needed to break free of the trap.  When one enters the silence, true beauty is created.  This beauty is art.

Art means something different to everyone.  It is a distinct experience distinguished by you alone. Art heals crippled minds, broken hearts and beckons to the individual in each of us, bringing hope.  

You cannot censor hope!

Hope is a light engrained so deeply within the Universe that death cannot even snuff it out.

Artists know this secret.

 They are able to read between the lines. 

They are the truth seekers.

They are the free-thinkers fanatics want to silence.

You cannot cripple an artist, excluding them or forcing them into silence is a gift. 

Silence is where an artist goes to create beauty.  

We can always use more of them – so please, censor away – for in the end, it will be the artist’s who heal the world with their beautiful stories.

 

Remember:

“Those who speak in parables and code harbour great secrets.”

 

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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When clouds of dissension swirl about you, rise above like an eagle.

Don’t let someone else’s thunder rain on your parade.

Realize; there are cracks in everything, that’s how the light gets in.

Let the power of lightning inspire you towards a brighter future.

Remember; some of the best things that happen are the one’s you never thought could.

Be grateful, a storm can deliver many gifts.

Welcome them with open arms.

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Compassion is about forgiveness;                                                  Learn how to forgive;                          
Start with yourself...

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Trust in your instincts;

Follow your heart without delay;

This is how you become a leader.

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I am beyond the circle today, racing toward freedom.  “Oh, how I love to run.”

There is strength in my legs and courage in my heart.  My vision is keen.  I am galloping into uncharted territory but ancient wisdom within tells me I have traveled this path before.  I am not afraid.  With this knowledge, I strive forward gathering increased energy and speed.  The air on my face feels good.  It is cool and fresh.  My white mane and tail flow out behind me uninhibited.  I am breathing deeply, nostrils wide.  The inhalation of crisp translucent air has cleansed all senses.  My exhalations are mere puffs of white.  Purity has allowed my feet to float above the obstructions below so that I may glide along like wind.  All restrictions have been removed.  I have become a leader.  But, in my exuberance with the race toward freedom, I have forgotten my herd.  They have fallen behind. (more…)

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When you judge another; You are judging yourself; Let go of your illusions.

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Alight,

The moment you pause,

Then realize,

You have already landed at the spot,

You were meant to be.

 

 

 

 

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Circles

 

The moon was still high when Vesta emerged from the lean-to.  She knelt by the fire and added kindling to the embers coaxing it to flame then added larger pieces of wood.  She could hear steady rhythmic breathing and snores.  The babe still slept soundly as well.  Vesta was certain her daughter was in good hands.  She needed to go and quietly sit away from camp in order to decipher the dreams that so disturbed her rest.

A movement to her right caught her eye, a red fox. It had stolen a meaty bone and was scampering away from camp.  Sly little fox, they were never to be trusted Vesta had learned.  They’re too smart for their own good she remembered as she thought back to the time she’d watched one get over confident when trying to steal from a wolf.  Its greed had been its undoing.  But, that was nature’s way. The strongest and more intelligent species survived.

She wrapped a fur blanket around her shoulders and started walking through the foothills toward the flat land.  From the edge of a grove of trees, yellow eyes followed her.

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