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Posts tagged “reality

white canvas

This rain is stimulating my senses
My hand feels untamable
My fingers are playing with the infinite white of this sensual canvas.
My right index is guiding the way, all colors directing the play.
Soft music’s been playing around ,seducing my heart to lay down.
I find a nice spot to hide,
not sure from whom or what at this time, when fear is not felt neither remembered.
The wonder of stillness fulfilling this heart of mine, in love with the illusion of connected souls, evolving together in collective flowing support.
Reality brings other results relating us all as if in cults; when values and choices require approval, when passions and goals need to pass this roles of acceptance, as if societies Laws determine our ”it’s ok’ life’s choices’.
……real love and connection is put aside;
temptations, frustrations, finances re directing our essence
destroying the core of a genuinely dreamt journey called Life
I wonder where do our dreams go….

as I go back to an infinite white canvas
waiting for my words to be finger- painted.

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Rumi~Sufi proverb~

I searched for God and found only myself.
I searched for myself and found only God.


…..this is hip hop