Fear of death means fear of life since we all walk towards our demise the moment we open our eyes a drop is added to the ocean unique but still a fraction of the vastness, we retract from a higher intelligence to find some anonymity – opposing the current with reactions We believe toughness is superior … More Fear
Humans are filled with good intentions leading towards known directions leaving the unknown an unexplored mystery dive into the seemingly endless darkness and walk the path alone.
Music is beautiful but if you don’t revere silence music is an escape rather than a joyous celebration of life.
Words are beautiful but they don’t feel like a flower blossoming or rain cleansing or leaves falling or snow melting or wind howling or silence nurturing words only capture a fraction of a heart loving yet they may give a glimpse of what the mind is missing which begins the journey beyond a thought layered existence.
Dreams try to pull me away from moments of awakening creating a crack in my foundation or removing a layer of confusion imaginary realities from the dark depths of my mind if i observe with light – my awareness will release the suppression an opportunity arrives in the morning for resurrection.
My life shifted when i realized i was inflicting more pain on myself than my circumstance i renewed my heart when i stopped spinning the chaotic wheel fueled with thoughts of sadness i quit running choosing to embrace the suffering its beauty was exposed widening the separation loosening its grip of control … More The Momentum of Fear
Humans gather so many personas collecting masks for each role unable to show a real face since they lost track long ago carrying imitations of outside influence rephrased and re pitched as an internal voice skilled acting on stage fools the audience rewarding the performer – labeled a star continuing to pretend until the act … More Hidden collection
I used to care about fitting in with everyone else but I couldn’t fit in with myself now I sit alone without need for outer acceptance my heart and mind no longer a broken connection now I enjoy the presence of others leaving space for freedom with no expectation.
So much to do and not enough time Stress and anxiety seem to cloud my mind But time is a social cage, limiting my flight Some days I’m so concerned, I lose my fight How much time is left, how much has passed Why does it even matter, when it doesn’t last I’m always trying … More Chronomentrophobia
I need a compass for compassion Because I keep getting lost I feel your pain when you talk, but it comes at a cost How can I be compassionate towards others when I neglect my own pain? I don’t trust my emotions, they all feel the same Yet I strive to help others, because it … More Compassing compassion
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