Purpose Will Always Be Greater Than Its Presence

Purpose 
Will Always Be Greater

There are days " that are ",

 are days " that are not ",

but it is neither here nor there,

because in the grand scheme of things,

come what may,

a genuine need will always be fulfilled

whether or not it's purpose is seen or not seen

at the time of delivery

for it's purpose will always be

greater than its presence.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Eighth Day

 Of The 
Ninth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

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michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

A Little Something That Wasn't There Before

A Little Something That Wasn't There Before

One morning not more than a few days ago, I sat quietly in a comfy leather chair at my favorite coffee shop. I come here almost every morning to think and write in my leather bound diary. I find it very relaxing and a great way to start my day. I can't tell you how long I was sitting for that particular morning when a patron from out of no where politely interrupted my morning ritual to asked if the chair directly across from me was taken. I looked up and found myself looking into two stunningly beautiful bright blue eyes. I had never seen her here before. She was not just the regular kind of beauty...oh no, she was something special. Her beauty went well beyond her physical appearance. I quickly responded back by saying "no not at all, your welcome to sit there". She wasted no time in making herself at home. Seconds later she commented on how busy it was and I simply said that this is usually how it is. Before long we were talking like old friends, as if we had known each other for decades. A feeling came over me that I had not felt in years but I wasn't about to tell her my little newly found secret.  She appeared to be younger than I was yet without a doubt I could see that she was an old sole like me. I fell in love instantly. In my fragile state of recently going through a divorce just 4 years prior, my inner voice quickly convinced me that I had no chance at all. I guess its just how guys think sometimes.  How could such perfection have any interest in a man like me. And its not like I haven't grown from the past: quite the opposite really. I think its because I know fair well that I have aged in appearance and the last thing a woman of her caliber looks for is a guy like me. Now wait a minute.....I know what you might be thinking this very moment;  that a woman is not attracted to a man that displays a lack of confidence and rightfully so. But lets be realistic here, I have confidence and I see myself as good looking but there are lots of other things going on here in my head far beyond my confidence and appearance. As a person gets older they are less likely to take chances and more inclined to lean toward security and a sure thing. And in my case the odds are stacked against me. First off, I have no place of my own (I rent). And secondly I don't have a huge income at the moment (work in progress). What does this have to do with anything you might ask. Well, to start with, If I were to date again I would like to have something to offer a person besides love and at this point I think that I would be cheating someone out of a good life because I am lacking in those areas. Both are equally important in my books....Love and financial security. Regardless of all that stuff, I felt that she liked me too and that was enough for me. Someday I will have financial success that I can add to my loving heart and kind personality, giving me the ability to successfully support a lasting relationship with a beautiful and complete woman like her. I would like to imagine that someday her and I could meet again and on that day we would become one dancing close together until the end of time, but I certainly won't hold my breath. It was only a dream from my perspective and that's all it will ever be; just a dream.....but it gave me hope and added a little something to my life that wasn't there before. Thank you !!!

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifteenth Day

 Of The 
Ninth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

M.iddle E.arth

M.iddle E.arth

As predictable as our thoughts and physical world are in reality, they are equally as unpredictable.

Thoughts are bound by no limits in any direction in terms of possibilities, except for meanings each individual chooses to perceive and accept as their truth. In this place, boundaries become self-illusionary boarders. A person can have everything so desired and yet, at the same time, they can feel overwhelmed by the feeling of emptiness and solitude. On-the-other-hand: a person can have nothing and feel content and humble with that which has been given no-matter how little it may be. But unbeknownst to most, a perception of balance exists between meaning, the physical reality. Here, in this place, one can dance in synchronicity with light creating a feeling of true fulfillment. The choice is there before them to "NOT" choose one opposition over the other but instead become one with the all-encompassing consciousness of their true being that exists between them both. I call this place "M.iddle E.arth"

Written By: 
Michael K. Englmann
September 13. 2015

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Build Your Home From Blood And Stone

Build Your Home From Blood And Stone

Lay Low

Off the radar

Incognito

As quite as a torpedo

Then......

Run, Run, Run....

Don't be dumb

Go out and have some fun

Feast on an avocado and a hot cross bun

For homeward bound the sacred sacrificed cows will never come

And if you wait to long you may never get you fair share of some

Fat lady, fat lady will then sing you a song, saying you have won

But the crossed eyed cat will still blow his own horn 

With the most distasteful tone

None-the-less dance your little jig

As you admire the life that you have sewn

While you dip you hot little tongue into a cold vanilla ice cream cone

All the seasoned knowledge that you have ever known

Can now assist to build your home from blood and stone  

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Thirtieth   Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

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michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

From This Point On

From This Point On

Neither one of you will ever be the same
from this point on.
You'll need to hold on tight
through the laughter and through the shame.
It should never be a question
of who's wrong or who's to blame.
because you've both been there before
and know fair well it's about forgiveness
and not about keeping score.
Its more about loving each other, not less,
but more and more and more.
You have my blessing from here on in.....

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Second  Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

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michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Life Is So Fragile

Life Is So Fragile

Life is so fragile. It can last a day or go for miles.

No one really knows when their time will come.

Each day is a blessing from morning till the setting sun

Frank gave his all the best way he knew how.

This may be his final bow

And if this is to be his last few days

Let us forever hold dear his loving ways

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Second  Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Take A Deep Breath

Take A Deep Breath

I am just a man that lives to understand the inner and outer space of the human race. For me, it's never been the case of power or control but more along the lines of freedom for my heart and soul. So when I sit alone, I am never on my own: for I am just a little fellow in a wide wide world full of wonder and inspiration. So always remember that happiness can be found in all of God's creations. There is no exceptions, just deceptions. Please don't let that worry you, for you are fair and beautiful and there are many who care for you deeper than you know. I being one of them. Take a deep breath and breath the free air once again my friend.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Second Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

The Strong Man That Found His Heart Of Gold

The Strong Man 
That Found His Heart Of Gold

Strong-Man, Kind-Man would never hesitate to offer up his skills for a day
But his so-called friends would always hesitate to offer him his rightful pay
Tired was he from all this work and toil
His heart had stretched and his thoughts began to boil
He yearned to be free from hands so worn and deeply soiled
What about me ? He would say,
Who will help me when my day is done ?
I am no longer having any fun
As love would have it
Along came a new friend......a true friend
Offering to help him for a change
At first the Strong-Man thought this was a little strange
But soon his restrictive walls came tumbling down
Now he could finally have a good look around
And he was amazed at what he'd found
He realized that he was so busy helping others
That he had forgotten to help himself
Overwhelmed with emotion......his tears began to flow
It was in me all along thought the man that was so strong
He had finally found the buried treasure he was searching for
It was in him all along
He found that his heart was made of gold
But now the Strong-Man was very old
So from that day forth he loved and helped himself more than ever before
And he never thought twice to close the door to his so-called friends
But when they came-a-calling for help
He would simple say:
"My intensions are good and I would certainly help you if I could
But I have my own dreams that have not yet come true. So I am sorry
that, this time, I can not help you"

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Sixth  Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Paper-Pen-Wax And String

Paper-Pen-Wax And String

 The opening of the well-orchestrated, emotional sky

May wash the ground away

But here I'll safely stay
While I eat my pie
Warm and cozy within my bowers

My lizard and I will talk for hours

As we wait for the fragrant spring-time flowers

that will blossom once again

We're not searching for fortune

And we always stay far from fame

Our pleasure comes from simple things

Like Paper, Pen, Wax and String

And if by chance you pass our way

Your more than welcome to stay

But don't forget to bring more pie !!!

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Ninth  Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca