Only when we are empty do we become full... the breath that is held, is lost. When we are left breathless, no sooner are we aware than the breath returns to us in full. And just like that, that which we let go of hath returned. Wholeness and emptiness are one and of the same. … Continue reading Emptiness.
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Sailors brave, of past and present.
We sail the seas like our boats are built to withstand, the tidal energy of poseidon's hand, the body of water stretching from land to land, and yet when the seas swell and the storms rage, on the other side lies stillness and awe, these seas are rough; known to sink, the boats of many … Continue reading Sailors brave, of past and present.
Acceptance.
Doors close and others open; sometimes we need to step away, so that we can take steps in the right direction. Life is a gamble, and you never may know what the future holds, but just know that the future only arrives for those who can let go of the past, for the past and … Continue reading Acceptance.
My ode to you, my dear.
I feel as if I am floating on clouds, high above civilisation in my own little world. The way she carrasses me heals this weary heart, and when she speaks her soul spills over mine, like pen to page, like the dawn of a new day - of a new life. The rational mind does … Continue reading My ode to you, my dear.
Invisible damage.
Sometimes it feels like I am the only one who has suffered, although I know this to be false it feels as if it were so. Everyone with their pre-packaged interiorly designed lives with sparkly loving childhoods, it feels so... lonely. Maybe it's because those who suffer like I have do not often overcome circumstance, … Continue reading Invisible damage.
The cosmic agenda.
The comfort of your company feels like a deep breath, the kind that relaxes your shoulders and unfurrows your brow. Your eyes steady my gaze, affixed on me, transfixed by you; deep and tender, the qualities that make me surrender. Beating hearts make for an intensity of mind body and soul, like we've known forever … Continue reading The cosmic agenda.
my rage.
Buried 10,000 fathoms deep, a cage sunken down full of venom and rage, sometimes rises to the surface and unleashes itself onto the world. It cares not what stands in its path, for it is a one eyed monster - it wants blood, and it wants it now. It wants to rip doors off hinges … Continue reading my rage.
Where to meow?
Cats belong to no one. They venture beyond the garden, scaling walls, starting brawls and selectively show affection to strangers. They are fed and have their thirst quenched by a human or two, and they may even claim a room, too - but they belong to no one, they merely stop by to visit. Cats … Continue reading Where to meow?
Tender hearts break easily
Why do we open our hearts up when the most likely outcome is pain and suffering? Why do I choose this path, over and over and over and over... have I not learned my lesson... will I ever? Tender hearts break easily, porcelain falls, accidentally, ricocheting off of the tiles; 'twas but an accident, a … Continue reading Tender hearts break easily
The Tides of Life.
Life is breath, and breath is flux; in, out - forever undulating, well at least until the last breath of life is breathed. To live is to change, literally. The universe is and always has been falling apart; entropy. True in relationships, too. Expectations are artificial, for how can you impose rigidity and structure on … Continue reading The Tides of Life.
