Sit And Speak.

Seeing counts with memory,

Depth understood in recognition,

Ambition skewed by glory,

Persisting focus self sought.

Joy in worship and service,

Cheeky comedy and grin,

Mysteries of spritual secrecy,

Reside now clear certainty.

Crumbled, Not Collapsing.

They’re shaped thin and wide,
Pressed flat yet agile,
Beneath the skin they glide,
Feeding of the soul and bile.

Such fears make our Fate,
The land’s surface is abandoned,
Barren voices float of drain grates,
Hope arises from cutting through pain.

Echos of The Mind.

In the room with curtains, no walls to bind,

The wind walks in like an old, lost friend.

A one-eyed cat keeps watch, half-blind,

While silence curls at each loosened end.

The city hums through fabric thin,

A breathless space that does not keep.

No door to close, no way to win—

Just wind, and fur, and nights without sleep.

And one soft eye that never weeps.

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.

Reasoning.

I wish to know where to go,
Is there someplace that I should be?
Be there where growth is free.

I wish to know what to do,
Is there a clue?
Be true through thoughts and deeds.

I wish to know how to live,
Is there a need for me?
Be, just simply,
Be.

Blood, Flowers, Both And Between.

The heat is real, dirt in abundance, through it and for all, everything is made. What more challenging than to come in agreement with what an action truly is? As it grows, everything shifts, itself and themselves. Is man fool for his constant, the unwillingness to change?

Godlike.

There’s an undercurrent swiftly flowing unbeknownst, perhaps forgotten is appropriate; we (must) as well stop navigating, anchors raised, allowing an effect as such as the wind would rush through a tunnel, not cumbered, even if blocked, in a moment. This thread needled with certainty into many folds of ridiculous nature. One reason, to excuse a risk. 

Until this flower bleeds out, both sides and in between, will accept. 

Red Gray Alike.

Rush of force into an eternal space deep within.

It didn't seem real, it never does because it changes so often like waking up from a dream; a second a reality, the next a realisation.

I beg for selfishness so thoughts would cease and the execution materialises.

A calamity of the mind.

Wondrous possibilities.

One Cause.

Dare to move and it wont go beyond truth
Reminiscing on self preservation
Make a hey/holla to round and around whats done

Given the chance,
They have done denied
What about now,
Come crawling begging chances

It wasn't always what you were expecting
End to a beginning as it is a start
Done, and move, let go-
Free your space,
From hate, race outta circles fake alike
Action- action, now take delight

Come night, grab what's left and run
Into starry yellow sun
Ha- gone, safe and say to sound
Peace of mind then left undone

Lurking Beneath Hope.

Destiny,
I fear you for I know not of you,
I am helpless for the very same reason,
I am angered by my helplessness for the fear I have of not knowing you.

There are many desires carried in the hearts of humanity. Why so? Many are left unfulfilled birthing regrets. Regret, a word spoken deeply yet courageously as lightly. A shift of beliefs towards the reality of fate; each being meant to do what's already done in the future. Understanding this would mean ceasing the existence of regret.

Coin this acceptance a bowing out of the fight for ambitions. Dreams be dreams, the manifestation of imaged thoughts by the very core of want.

My desperation is as clear as the sun's reflection upon the open sea. 

A Crown Once Forgotten.

They find it amusing to be 'in.' To speak, act, and dress; overall to be as popular culture would. There is an existing flow but why to swim along it? Truly, there should be praise for originality in an age where everything is. Known for righting wrongs, aligning misaligns, and praising beauty, to what extent must there be an active search, and doubt, should there be victory? Luck, it is called, to leave decisions to chance; a mix-matching of events building up to destined doings. DENYING Luck, believing self empowerment; full force of effort guided by goals or desires alike. We must learn to worship beauty...

... my heart darkens for pagan like thoughts, but with

Beauty comes the desire for peace, modernism, birth of a competitive era challenging minds to depths of thoughts yet unexplored. Let there be separation of minds, grouped according to common prejudice. Prisoners imprisoned for discrimination allowed opportunities to express their hate, by mutual hate, so then even blood shed shall have merit for purity. Step forward then the, (e.g., gracious, elegant, confident, sexual) devotees of beauty. The imperfect shall be perfected.

Allow me a chance to live for a worthy Queen, or marry a Royal mind.

Last Month.

A given chance to begin anew.

Write A Petition.

Something dark exists within, radiating its' hatred, amplifying harboured anger. This darkness came after hope is filtered through the realities of the world, realizing  that some dreams cannot come true, nothing is fair, and that the future is unpredictable.

Claw the eyes of Beauty, eat the heart of Joy, and steal all from Possession. Rope around neck, fling over a cliff while burning Fear. 

There can be greater misfortunes and evil, but this is real.

I pray for Purpose, wisdom, and change to come. 

Candle, It Took Just One.

Good, great, gone.

The start, the climb, and the peak looping through too quickly it has left me curious of what is to come.

Of recent years, I have full believe in the action reaction consequence of being human in this universe.

That being said, intuitively, I may, or I could be preparing myself for something that is to come.

Death, I have seen Your doing. Life, I have witnessed Your marvel. 

Might I add to both, too soon. Alas, who can argue!

It is my life, this is my time, our fragility.

Happy Birthday Darren.

Distasteful Teabag.

Just to pour some,

... how people change is amazing to watch, but if I continue staying in this state of awareness then it would be one of the best learning experiences for me.

I imagine taking the alpha role, dropping the queen title, and just blaze in passion for what seems to always last only a night. To pump my body up, squaring my jaw, shortening the length of my complexity but just be, straight and easy.

Hard conversations with people who are great in denial, but have the love for drama and trueness of self identity. It amazes me how much I am fond of them, because I see a little of myself in them. Perhaps, it could be a sense of belonging to the world, all the cultures I had absorbed in process of finding self.

Let me correct a wrong choice of word following popularity in usage; 'finding'. I believe in creation.

Stay, I say to myself, "Stay!"

Dive in deep, and swim down the darkest depths, and discover the newness of a reality none are comfortable with, in understanding.

Let there be love, then, too.