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.
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.
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.
I feel so hurt that I cannot cry; my eyes are a desert, and I'm lost wondering alone. You are a concealed blade that comes to play during the most intimate embrace. You are violent and selfish, and I am dumb and enamoured. I hate that I love you, and I hate you, too. I … Continue reading Dry eyes.
What does it mean to forgive? Not in a flippant, half-hearted lip-service way, but to really forgive. Those who trespass against us, even the bible said we must forgive them, and yet it is difficult. We perceive situations of transgression, error, fault and betrayal as being consciously orchestrated against little old us, as if it … Continue reading Forgive like you wish to be forgiven.
I feel so hurt, betrayed, and uncertain. I hate feeling like this, I hate feeling like I can't rely on someone, and I hate feeling disrespected and unappreciated. The feeling that one wrong move is the end of your relationship is a torturous feeling. One error, one misstep, one... difference, and then you are in … Continue reading Anxious feelings.
Sensory sensations arising in my conscious awareness, reverberating throughout my field of awareness, infusing with my psychophysiology. All consuming, immersive and overwhelming, this is better than its opposite - thought, thinking, words and grammatical forms. Dip my toes in your waters, my feet pressed on your sands; my lips drinking from your vanilla chai soul. … Continue reading Sensory sensations.
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.
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.
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