Havent written in some time
maybe resisting to expose misleading thoughts to this perfect untamable water reflecting the moon.
Ego has been the reflection insisting to be heard
but the battle was won …. no space to be torn..
Nowhere to land, walking on sand knowing that lessons are one single point of light in the infinity width of the sky on a clear perfect summery night …
More layers or learning to walk better?
Strength or Surrender ness?
Adaptation or Resignation?
The more I live the less I understand
Wisdom is not clarity but the confusion of seeing too much and the capacity of accepting what is…
Getting older is knowing that life is unpredictable as the souls we get to encounter , as the unstable weather on a tropical
night where a storm welcomes the stars and the moon becomes a spark of bliss.
Maturity is awareness not aging;
getting older is an easy predictable process but not a synonym of inner growth.
How is it called when our space is in between when we are nor yellow nor green
when sadness is the space of comfort as no direction is bringing us purpose ?
how to choose a destination to feel alive and with determination?…..
So here I am writing again thinking aloud about life and its innermost turns of the soul as if they were able to give me clarity
to undiscovered disclosures of this unpredictable pathway back home.
crushing against this invisible wall between us, pretending that any hole we make will connect us as one….
an illusion it is, as our ways have shifted and our perception has morphed ….
fading slowly the idealized laze flowing smoothly down the waterfall of broken dreams and platonic heroes….
How can we find a way to blend our clashing nature invigorating our essences to emerge?
How can we bridge dissimilar blossoming paths and co-create a versatile anew life roadway ?
What would it be if we learn to be a different me, us, we unexpected and unseen?
Society still influences the rights and the wrongs of this wonder- full life designed to be preened with passions and dreams authentic as sheen, uneasy but ignited with every moon in the sky, bringing renewal as a daily choice.
We craft our days in heat and devotion or we darken our days in confusion and pain.
The only thing she claims is the freedom to be a full version of hers in this life she chooses to ride under thunder and sunshine looking only for truth under nobody else’s roofs.
she wont hurt your life
as she is only love-made hidden behind the costume of zeal and susceptibility.
coalition or demolition?