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Posts tagged “acceptance

Still unnamed

Does it exist?
Does True Love exist?
So many poems and lyrics
so many phrases and quotes
so many thunders and sunshines above of it all.
Below the surface there’s reality there’s pain and there’s doubt, in a world of ever-growing bouts….

Where is this going, this pain is overflowing….
This empty space goes deep to touch base, trying to win some random race nonexistent to the eyes but clear as a vase.
Could it be platonic?
Could it be the mystical in love with love… that as a cloud it can hide whats real and loud under the eyes of the cowed that screams so aloud to be heard….?
Visiting and staying… or changing its route as simple as the seasons that without any reasons they move to horizons untouched as raw diamonds.

A knot in the throat from unspoken thoughts, painful as shots is the distortion of Love

where is the feeling?
which is its location?
where do you carry it when you pretend you dont have it….

She looks for connection instead of words and deceptions
She looks for a soulmate as if they truly exist in a world of beliefs, of seasons and cliffs, of reasons and fees.
She wants to believe
She wants to retrieve
She wants to forgive herself for this feeling as deep as the core of oceans and shores so strong and life changing as winds of renewal that shower the pain with truth and with rain.


The internal light effect

Standarized molds didn’t fit him, he thought he was simply wrong
He stared at the sky looking for answers and getting lost in surrendering to the confusion of being himself in a massive system of being what’s right.
The space between the Earth and the sky was infinite.

Is it infinite as well as our lack of understanding that we know so little, he said

The word ‘Art’ penetrated his mind one stormy night.
Artistic manifestations are a non verbal means to set our powerful brave mysterious interior free leaving its comfort zone where the lighting is dark the feeling is warm, but the physical space is limited
Art rebels against standards of acceptance
Art is freedom of expression
Art is manifesting what we may be afraid to say in words
Art is rebellion
Art is (r)evolution
Art is the authentic form
Forgetting about ‘Them’ focusing on ‘Me’, to create ‘It’ and feel the Bliss.
Loneliness, not pronounced neither felt anymore.
A fulfilled heart and a purposed life need no company.
It’s well appreciated and welcomed but without need, only with a welcoming connection.