I decided to look and treat people like I do with my meditation.
I sit,
And center myself in silence,
I wait for the frequencies,
Allowing the spaces and moments to flow.
I have to look at people with no judgement,
Or personal attachment.
Not good,
Not bad,
No fear,
But as they are.
I have to see you and let you be.
Not good, Not bad,
But as you are in my space,
With Love.
I like to go to the museum and look at the art. I would sit there and imagine the space that art is created. Like how was the artist feeling, what kind of day it was. What the air smelled like. What kind of poetry or music was there. I like to think that those things add to the art I see when I am in such a clean and minimal space. Arts feels so naked in a museum or gallery. Reminds me so much of people. We are wrapped and encapsulated in our moments yet we stand so nude in the presence of spectators. What we do next is up to us. I like to go to the museum and experience life with the art.
I want to deepen my willingness to grow and to see the difference between what I want and what I will.
I met and danced with love before.
I danced to his melody,
Moved with syncopation,
But...
My insecurities left me tangled and lost in movement.
I could not keep up with his rhythm.
I was left falling alone on the dance floor.
I want to go for a walk,
And share the silence with someone.
Hand to hand,
Heart to heart.
Breath to breath...
Walking side by side.
Suddenly, when the vibrations activates from our lips it will create a symphony.
While sitting on the floor, grounded to the earth; I stare at the abundance of sky that is casting over me like an infinite blanket. I look at what appears to be nothing but darkness and very tiny specks of light. The moon illuminates the sky to what I discover to be stars.
Oh how I dream of you, you large mass of air and pressure and how your light shine through. Many love you and desire you. They name you after significant people and loved ones, and use you to guide their way to home, comfort and security. They desire you to light their night and make wishes of desires and hopes, to take them to a place unimaginable. You are a distant and near nocturnal treasure and I, only I can sit here and imagine if I can fathom such a desire to be like you shining stars only to believe that I am just like the earth I am grounded on. A rock with no destination to ever shine.
Dancing across the room, while the house is on fire
Holding the yellow balloon with your tears leaking disaster.
I see you, I see you through my rose colored glasses
"Would you come join the party soon?"
And we’ll dance dance dance till the walls come tumbling down.
To the sinking floor.
Madness steeps through me like the tea in the ballroom.
Sipping sweet memories with blood tears and mourning songs.
We stand naked to each other,
Odd bodies are familiarly soft.
Dance in rhythm my dear,
The time is never forgiving.
I want you, I want you,
Come join me in my bed
Then we’ll dance in my bed,
The love will burns us instead.
I was so excited to bring you closer into my life,
Then I saw your heart,
I heard your voice...
I felt your spirit.
I knew instantly that you could never be welcomed there.
You carry such fear, anger and hate on anything different than you.
You appeared so warm and welcoming but you are so cold.
I understood that sending you an invitation to my life would be nothing but an opportunity,
For you to destroy me and make me less of a person.
Few things I own,
Small and large,
I created.
Most things,
Written, formed and collected
We're made for me.
You are truly piece of artwork worth having in my life.
I can only stand in the silence and listen to the echoes of nostalgia on how great things once was. But even those memories are too distant to grasp. My memory will constantly diminish into the darkness as I continue to live in this hard, cold like chamber in life.
My heart is broken yet my spirit is still strong. The light reflected on me comes from within and I can see new beginnings, new possibilities and new ambitions to create a new life with more livable memories.
I can only stand in the silence and wonder, “If the life of our youth, new and old, can stand to fight and see another day, why can I? Why can’t I?
We are survivors in this world of the living. Shedding off parts of ourselves and letting go of past moments and memories. Trees do not worry about its fallen leaves. The leaves are only an indication of its growth along with its branches. It lets go to grow again. Slow and steady, we should be more like trees.
How blind were you ambitions?
To fly so high,
Fly so close,
That the brightness of a star slowly removed yourself from your heart, mind and craft.
Submerging you into the deep sea.
I ask because I too, came to close to danger due to the wandering freedoms I created.
Lingering between the bed and the floor.
I close my eyes as the blood rush to my head.
I hang myself on the idea that such work needs to be done,
But instead I find peace in this weird position.
What I am becoming at this moment. is enough
While we are out living our lives and fighting to be in a place where we belong and can be free, let us not forget the ones, that lives in our spaces that could use our love, our ears and voices. People need you and they do not know how to express that. People need your patience, love, understanding and your touch of reassurance. They need your resilience and radiance, and light. That little presence that you can provide for someone can save their life.
Climbing to the very top,
Away from the cacophony of human life.
I stand over the cranes,
Floating into the silence of solitude.
Waiting.
My body, my mind, my spirit are all forms of what I like to call home. It is my comfort, my temple, my place to escape. It is my chamber for peace and growth and obstacles. Because this space is so sacred, I must take good care of it, I must protect it and everything that I choose to have inside. I only get one home and I only get over vessel to hold the greatest thing in my life. I must give it love and time and maintenance, I must give it substance, vitality, and strength. I must give it vigor and tenderness. Because I have a long time here, and I want it to cover me with grace and kindness.
I left my shoes there.
You can take a walk in them,
And live what I lived.
I deserve more.
More than warm afternoons and moon lit evenings.
I deserve more than windy kisses that runs across my back.
And sweet lingers of flavors that clings to my hands and lips.
I deserve more than vivid art, painted across my body,
And sanctuaries of light flowing over my crown and form.
I deserve to experience love and nothing but it.
It is the only things that makes me want to live and to continue living.
Great civilizations, standing grand and tall.
High above the clouds.
Watch it submerges to the ground, for its foundation can no longer hold its lies and secrets in place.
A ticking time bomb of polluting death. Cascading the skies over the free land with poisonous air and voices that places dominion over human life.
Eventually we will be part of the great tomb of the waters.
Some people belong to only one.
Some people belong to everyone.
But I, I belong to no one.
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