Only Then Can The Human Race Be One

Only Then 
Can The Human Race Be One

The Bill Boards posted the life of a man that ran a race he could not win. Now he's dead and all that remains in our heads is the bullshit that he fed. There was no love in his heart right from the start. He always put the horse before the cart, while proclaiming to the world, "look at me, look at me, I'm so smart. Generation after generation, continued to repeat the same. But who I ask, is really to blame for creating this illusionary game that's so insane: saying, "There is no gain without any pain". When will they learn that what they do is hurting me and you ? Sadly, very few will ever see the light of day: will ever see the truth. I hope some day you get it, and stop stomping on your soul with the iron shoe. I believe humans can undo the damage they have done by removing separation and loving each and every one.
Only Then Can The Human Race Be One.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Nineteenth  Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

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michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Good-Bye My Friend..... Good-Bye

Good-Bye My Friend
Good-Bye

No pain or frustration exists in my heart

Just love and a fleeting sense of embarrassment.

Friendship is far more important

Like the whales out at sea

And the roots of an old grown tree

I find peace in observation without judgement

And freedom for all things to be what they choose to be

Visible and naked for all to see

I walk forward with confidence

Unknowing of the feeling of fear

No one needs to know

So humble is thee

Like the careful foot steps of the woodland deer

And the passing of semi translucent clouds

That smear the blue sky above

There is a gift of comfort when I hear you say hello

But as it is with all things

I know someday you too must go

So, I will take a deep breath

Remember our time together deep within my heart

And let out an endearing sigh

Good-bye my friend;;;;;;;   Good-bye

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Sixteenth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

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michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

So Called Life

So Called Life

The unforgiving ground they pound

Cursing breath and clamping down

The road ahead is hard and steep

And every night they get no sleep

There's no time to stop and weep

All the brothers steal and cheat

Nightly Sisters lie and creep

Shit is shoveled in a heap

Side-to-side they learn to leap

Worldly foes they must defeat

And in the end True God they'll meet

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifteenth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

We Are Not Alone ?

We Are Not Alone ?

It has been remarked by some that by trying to imagine nothing is rather impossible, because the process of imaging nothing is a process in itself. Therefore, trying to imagine nothing is actually  something, and more a matter of removing the clutter while retaining ones self consciousness and awareness of their environment without getting personal. I guess the real question then would be: Is there anything to gain from successfully imagining nothing, and if there is, then have we just added more of something to our purpose of trying to imaging nothing ? The answer is YES.  In other words, something can be created out of nothing, and that in itself is a comforting thought because it tells us that "We Are Not Alone".

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifteenth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Freedom

Freedom

Backpack, backpack safely on my back.

I am but a mouse without a house.

And every where I roam

I quickly call my home

I have no boarders

I take no orders

I only use what I am given

Until I reach the gates of Heaven

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifteenth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Man-Kind Not So-Kind

Man-kind    Not    So-Kind

Men and Woman seem to believe that they have discovered "|The Secret"

to claiming Lordship over these lands...

But, unbeknownst to them, "Material Possessions"

have claimed Lordship over them.....

In plain site !!!.....This I tell you is " No Secret"

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

The Nature Of Forgiveness

The Nature Of Forgiveness

If a man goes into the forest with intent to kill a deer

to feed himself and his family,

the deer's family will never seek revenge on the man.

Instead, they will forgive the man and carry on

and keep peace in their hearts

But if an animal kills a man with intent 

to feed himself and his family....

the man will seek revenge and hunt the animal down.

And the man will live in fear, filled with grief

forever more.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

If The Moon Could Hear Me Whisper

If The Moon Could Hear Me Whisper

On this night the moon is bright and full of beauty and kindness. The fading winter's chill is warmed by the blessings that the moon reflects back to the earth. It plays a game of peek-a-boo behind the passing clouds. What new stories will the moon have to tell as it journeys around the earth one more time before returning to the sky above me. I wonder if the moon knows I'm here. I wonder if the moon can see me looking back at it. I would like to think it can. And if the moon could hear me whisper, it would smile and blush from what it heard. Thank you moon so very much for the light you send; my heart is touched. I want to share the same with you by writing words of love, so true, just for you. Good Night Moon.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Third Day

 Of The 
Forth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

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michaelenglmann@shaw.ca