Sand to Sand.

She laughed, she cried, she danced, she sang,

She's done her best and she's proven her worth,

In all her effort, a new life sprang,

Then suddenly, she was heard!

Success brings excitement; which dissipates quickly into void,

Now, is she truly happy?

What then remains but youth and beauty?

Its' true value, not thought about with enough gratitude.

We know how the patterns cycle,

Thus, the future made known,

In the final moment, when the earth stood still,

There was no choice, nor will.

Where creation sparkled,

Beyond the sands of time,

In Eternity I am bestowed,

The joy to call You mine.

The Only Way.

There are many paths to a single destination,
This is accepted, that is not,
It's been thought of before,
Perhaps this is a loop and not a path?

The very act of self realisation.
Who is to say, hasn't this already been fought?
That one is with everything, yet all means nothing.
In circles we go, in patterns we are found.

Choices Exist.

Scars.
Healing.
Projection of Self.
Opportunity.
Disobedience.
Rejection.
Self Worth.
Love.

Two people in their personal journeys of self discovery sit for a conversation and testify their experience. They speak with uncertainty of what they're certain of. How? By very means of hearing themselves say what they thought they believe, they begin to doubt. They resonate so profoundly as they mutually empathise. With much to agree on and little to nothing to resist, the time spent was most certainly enjoyable.

I judge the foolishness of feeling a certain level of cringe to their like-mindedness. I liken it to sipping hot chocolate after eating chocolate cake. Rather than to achieve a desired state that is to complement, they were redundant instead!

Effortless.
Nature.
Light, light.
Peace.
Oneness.
Acceptance.
Present.
Goal.

Action Of Worth.

An attempt was made to uncover reason, discovering method. Visual queues pleases an appreciation, though insufficient when posed a question as such; Why not? The primary guide has to be felt. Locking on to good which isn't objective, but subjective to one's self. When the compass points to that which feels good, that which works, thus begin momentum's full build to unleashing destiny, the very greatness within.

Abandon all that has been taught, reapply teaching through self exploration and personal experience. Connect dots by links. Dots be ideas, links be the process, and connection by will. Each and every idea must be processed deliberately to achieve its full potential.

Three Parts.

That which is broken, to whom was hurt,
The passing of a phase, the pain of sin,
Tortured, trampled, treated as dirt,
Bow down Ego, take a back seat now Id!
This isn't mutiny, just a take on harmony,
A choice to give, similarly received,
The very idea is, to
Forgive.

A momentary silence...

A thought arises.

Picture rich white and gold, a soft halo glow,

A spell to break moans, whines, and grumbles,

Reaction for an expression, the sound of content,

A humble utter, coated with grace,

Not necessarily louder, yet filled with power,

Release it in one breath, count to two, 

A simple,

Thank-you.

Now to empower gratitude and the wash of misgivings,

A feeling arises.

Imagine food in abundance for none to hunger,

A world with love, for the flowers.

Passion for justice, the people in full believe,

Hands in unity, united supremacy.

When all is strengthened, who then but weak?

Emotional and ideal, perceived as meek,

Truly, Hope is all we ever need.

Through this trinity,

Love! arises.

White Dragon.

Shy from attention, mountain deep.
Facade of culture to cover in sleep.

Come the ninth month, skies part.
Crowds gather in delight, fireworks spark.

From a sombre slumber, a purr...
The white dragon, finally stirs.

Robin.

Small and soft she quivers in my palm,

She is a free thing,

Not to be contained.

Yet,

Not yet,

I hold her a little tighter.

I take pleasure in this guilt,

I think,

What if I snap a leg?

What if I squeeze so tight I pop a head?

Countless ways to kill…

To express my pain through her suffering!

I envy her freedom,

She’s free from thoughts,

Strictly survival,

No choices; no decisions,

No bills, just bliss…

Fly then,

"Leave me as you would!”

By all that is natural,

The subtlest truth,

With all she knew,

She flew.