In modern society, we say that people cannot make us feel a particular way, that it is just our perspective that creates that emotional experience. And this is said all in good faith, as a refusal to take ownership of our feelings is a denial of our own power. By giving others words power over … Continue reading Boundaries, cultural appropriation, expectation and suffering.
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.
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.
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.
Being away from her is agony; my love for her is all encompassing. Her eyes, her smile... her laugh - oh, the beauty, oh the joy! She is an angel sent from outer-space to hold me and kiss my face. Everyone else pales in comparison to the beauty that she holds: not just visually, but … Continue reading A dumb love confession.
Oh how I love her so; out of reach, but I don't know if it's forever. One tells themselves it's forever, so as to enable moving on, to make it easier, to let go and replant - to grow. But distance, temporal nor physical seems to separate us so. To and fro, like the waves … Continue reading Hope is a dangerous game.
Yearning, craving: just a few more hours, Sleepy eyes and a weary body, a mind that cannot rest without the thought of my head on your breast, Rest from the thought of you, Separated temporarily only a few more hours yet, Until I can hold you once again, A warm embrace and a gentle kiss, … Continue reading Sleepy eyes: a few more hours.
Oh my Sarah, I'll take care of you, If you ask me to, Pierced my armour, O' how easily too, Like water you flow, To and fro', You know, your eyes are like galaxies, too, Into which I stare deep, And back you gaze into me staring into the darkest depths of my soul, Oh … Continue reading Oh, Sarah.