So depressed not being able to understand this void…
Something’s missing and hasn’t been there for so long….
‘I’m not understanding the way to decode the language of emptiness that fills up my inside and bit by bit he’s been developing the ability to dye the light into a deep darkness state of confusion and unsolicited surrender-ness’ he reflected
‘who are you?’
‘what do you want from
‘what are you trying to tell me?’
if only these messages were more authentic, logic and less demagogic ….as ….there’s no reason to reject the wonders of aliveness
Perfect is the image perceived by the spectators , fake is the one released by the naked truth, He thought
‘who do you want to see?’
‘the real me or the ‘what I could be’ me?’ he whispered
This path is the return one, there’s not one to come and one to go.
Longer shorter days giving me the chance to nourish the heart
Mundane experiences sealed as rubber stamps on my skin, intending to be part of the past, with unattained outcomes….
How to enjoy the deepness of this physicality when this indescribable ghosts don’t want to let go….
Is it my Ego mind boycotting my triumphs?…
or simply this incapacity to understand the void language
Trying to fully convince myself that the Universe is speaking to me through gnomic messages?
Maybe this is a new way of communicating I need to master to feed this thirsty whole of emptiness .
…..to be continued
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
Sex manipulates what minds cant do
Love is genuine, yet weak
Searching for him she was, only to realize she needed to find herself first
Pavements made her stronger.They taught her the street was not a pinkish world where Mary poppins ruled.
Life taught her lessons hard to define by the one that only used words to speak
The skin saves in its pores unmasked knowledge
Freedom is detachment
Freedom knows who we are, what we like, and lets us be ourselves.
She will only find her soul mate, when complete
‘Do you want to share completeness?, she asked him
‘Life would be much nicer with you by my side’. She added
I’m ready to walk together, life’s awaiting’.He said
Let’s get lost in time,it’s meant to be shared…..he added