From every side pushed,
From every edge pressed
From every angle tested;
Guilt being used to shake things up
Fear to bring me back to the preconceived mold;
Flexible as an elastic band stretching,
Being brought to the ground abruptly,
Tension in the air
Peace in her soul
Segmented, judged, classified, routed with nonstop spoken words and infinite silences.
The little hole in the sky keeps her alive
The little light in her heart keeps her breathing
A fight for freedom of choice and courage to remain flying….
The road is bumpy. Fog and uncertainty ruling the way , but this walk cant be interrupted as The only way to live is to walk her walk
rain water feeding the pores
Moon’s reflection in her back
pretending she was sunlight
Footsteps decorating the sand
and artisan fingertips playing freely with that melted chocolate bar…
Nonstop monotonous thoughts but clarity of purpose
Breaking free from obstruction
Calming down from deception
Pursuing intriguing challenging dreams of never ending blossoming
Where is this fairy tail world we were raised to believe that existed?
Where do this almost tangible dreams go?…
Is there a crib for them in a faraway island full of flowers and smiles; kind words & hugs; contagious love ( the kindest dis-ease of them all) and freedom, where they can spread their wings into the air and fly?…
Where are we going?
Observing what we preach as a mirror of what we do, as magnets attract themselves, reflecting generosity, compassion, understanding and light
Where is the land for the non- followers, the non- adapters, for the truth seekers & the doers , for the sensitive & compassionate, for the ‘ I dont want to sell myself’ to belong or ‘just’ to have money…
for the creative as a self expressing mechanism ?
I can imagine it…. It’s there… its close to me but seems to be far away…. It’s hard to grab it, it shows his reflection and fades away as steam does
I only hope I could hold it in my arms… and never let go, even when my arms open ….
I hope the sun would shine and hug our Planet,
the thinkers and feel-ers ,
the non materialistic,
the love spreaders,
the real & transparent,
If only we could realize we are here for a purpose and as a Unity, as Teamwork, as commUnity , would be so much better, so much fulfilling
so much in accordance with G’ds Truth and daily message….
Open your eyes
We need You…
and You & You & You………
The time is Now…..
Dont wait any longer…
what is it out there?
Tip toeing I am
I can feel the taste but I ‘m still outside
like a dreidel i feel
at the center of a spinning world
opening my eyes as i move to be advised on the path to choose and learn from it
too many options
no knocks on my door
no voices of wisdom, but a curious instinct of at least what not to do
that for the very essence of curiosity ,ends up being what i want to do the most…
not committing fells like a land of confused illusion
the nest is the well known and it gives the much needed protection of the mother’s womb
exposed to ourselves we may not like what we see
but We would hold the handle
risking may sound scary
but it may be the only possibility, if change is being seeked
Don quijote tried to kill the windmills with a spade, but they were transparent and in his own mind….
….better to find another tool or to open the eyes in search for the honest truth.
The eye opening is a powerful indescribable sensation
there’s this common reality easy to see and there’s that much behind it going on that I see….
but fear of the unknown keeps me a bit distant, as if distance means protection and safety
I do want to get in, but will I come back?
still spying may be safe
a rope- like feeling of a yo- yo
no matter how far it falls or moves, it always comes back to its base
I crave this mystery anyway
It makes me feel alive
I want more but….
I see so much sometimes…..
my own commitment is to hold happiness ,spread it
discover realistic formulas to feel content, blessed and in a Oneness state of mind where we are one
Your happiness is mine
Your pain is less intense by my side
My food is for you and me
and my sadness minimized by your hugs
loneliness is blowing in the wind in this state of unity
where self love and universal love rule
On the other side things seem perfect.
The reflection only shows glorious images spread as golden steam.
Is it me or everybody else can also see what I see?
what do you see?….
Spying brings motionless adrenaline to the blood stream
Why is the non possessed, magnified?
Is that, its real magnitude, or it is over intensified by day dreaming of a non existent perfection of beauty & an idealized heaven?
‘The perfection of being imperfect’, she said….
….there’s this wordless freedom in making mundane mistakes.
By walking at different speeds there’s an assured fall on the way; but it’s not called failure, it’s called ‘playing this game called life’, experiencing with wide open skin pores what Planet Earth and other realms have to show us.
so Spying is allowed as long as it’s letting us squeeze the whole magnitude of our individual ‘Now’
maybe instead of spying ‘appreciating’ would be a better descriptive word to use.
where there’s no other side, where there’s no yesterday no tomorrow
where nature, love, gratitude, happiness, bliss and positivism rule
happiness is shared, freedom is shared
the fact that someone is experiencing it, its not stopping other mortals from it’s glory
on the contrary, it’s a contagious dis-ease where no illness is found but contagious spread ed out love….