His presence lingered where he stood,
A space filled with a little bit of weight.
Crossing between realms of reality.
Being in multiple fields of visions.
Everywhere, yet, nowhere at all.
Sweet honey in lemon iced tea,
Intermingles in glass with cubed ice,
Melting and glistening in heat.
Smooth rocks of all sizes unmoved & still,
Under clear waters which sway in every which way.
Cool to the touch by swollen walking feet.
Gritty sand glitter love to stick to skin,
Exfoliating death away for renewal.
Polishing the foundation as new cells surface.
I remembered the way the ocean air tasted like,
It was like today among the giant trees in the mists.
The ocean comforted me through teenage angst and distress.
Now my mind and body draw from muscle memory,
Softening the edges as adulthood has thickened skins.
Ageless beauty getting older with each passing generation.
Hikers seeking truth among the quietness of the moment.
Dangling feet above pristine waters,
Edging closer to mirror depths of reflection.
Safety speaks in whispers from the coast
Where sands and shrubs lay their roots.
Curious cat dipped in the sacred waters,
Circular ripples echoed along far beyond,
Shattering the skies in a thousand pieces.
Sweet refreshing rain swept across the restless state.
Falling onto city rooftops cement floors and musical gutters of suburbia.
Purely natural mists engulf the exhausting polluted air,
Clearing away like steam off mirrors after a morning shower.
Little pearls from cloudy treasure chests above in swirling skies,
Painting the world in grayness as we walk in black & white.
Fabricated stories leaves us blind,
While we run away from honest truths.
Ease and comfort disguised under ruins
Of mounds of sand burying useless metals.
The morning light brightens darkened ways,
A breathe inward brings peace on earth.
Lovers embrace holds the universe in place.
As pieces of nature carries my soul.
Yearning for words that make sense,
My mind wanders from one thought onto another.
Loss for words and inspiration leaves me empty;
Frustrated by fragmented pieces of ideas and feelings.
Fully immersed into the craft, yet, betrayed by the process.
Until the next moment when the connections meet,
Will the creations become their identities.
I couldn’t figure out what exactly I wanted to say, so I decided to write about that.
Moonlit jazz singer closed eyes songs,
Heartbreak tunes filter through cafes,
Drunk haze of days into nights
Do you listen to the things you say?
how do I know?
The letters were scribbled on rubbish.
They left their farewell on the back of the receipt.
Oil absorbed through it creating the mark of
Unavoidable interruptions in our long conversations.
The night we decided to talk was at the pub down the street.
Water droplets and old crumbs were on our table.
We wiped them away with a napkin we found nearby.
It was still greasy, but we settled anyway.
How many hours, I wonder, did we waste?
When we tried to balance the check of this relationship.
It’s not easy to split the portion evenly, as we both remembered.
It’s moot to add, subtract, multiply and divide.
What did I provide to you, my beloved?
A deep comfort kind of feeling only I can deliver
Or just a craving you needed to satiate?
Passion isn’t solely represented in the final product of someone’s creation. Being passionate towards something or someone is one in which takes a lot of time, energy and patience. I don’t think it needs any other qualities than that. It can be seen in the devoted late nights of doing research on this one particular area of interest. Passion can be felt in the soreness of your muscles from the energy exerted to learn more about the chosen subject, project or idea. It requires a kind of loyalty that comes from endless times of making mistakes or re-examination or further analysis. Passion is consuming.
Passion (originally posted on September 16, 2014)
Blinded by inner sensations
Cause and location are unknown.
Feeling gutted in the heart.
Feeling heavy from the start.
Feeling force in the mind.
Passion is not light.
It does not breed weakness.
Passion is a fight
For feeling what’s right.
Time is timeless
Will is all that matters.
Unpack the heaviness,
Tied around your soul.
Combine the ease and calm,
To create a waterfall of healing.
Nourish yourself with sweetness,
Strength, power and energy.
A life is to be lived,
Happiness to be gained,
Wounds to be healed.
Dream catchers of the sky,
Grants wishes to hopeful hearts.
Guiding lights to sailors on open seas.
Dances in the twinkling eyes of lovers
Signifies the natural world of wonder
Escapes into the blanket of the midnight moon.
you hitchhiked into my heart
like an arrow flung from the bow
from an angel in the air waiting for love.
one minute i think of nothing
and the next, it’s this. just this.
it started with the window.
the air, the floral, the clouds
i fell deep into the powers of calm.
i haven’t looked back. not once.
because once life is seen this way,
it’s hard to see it any other way.
but sometimes being lost happens &
navigation is hard without an address.
can’t gps my way back to the open road.
so i’ll keep an eye out
for the next angel i see in the sky.
The lonely visitor sculpted a secret destiny.
He walked by the road to success
And pondered by the side of confusion
And waited for the confirmation from affirmation.
It never came.
So he embarked on a new journey.
Into the forest of possibilities was a sight to see.
Life of all forms were taking place in his existence.
Without any bother at all, without any hesitation.
He sat by this enormous tree of spirituality.
The roots were strong and wise;
Igniting a flame from within by staying grounded.
The visitor was no longer lonely.
He walked on the road of freedom.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
-fix you by coldplay
As natural as anything grown in the soil,
There is a light that grows in our inner core
Streaming out when we smile to the world.
Hold onto this guide in you,
The world can be hard to navigate.
Dark waters can drown us if we fall.
But if we unite together like family,
Darkness becomes the light we have.
the power of the people
(originally posted on December 5, 2016)
Strength in kindness,
compassion, and love
Comes from one person,
Standing with another & another.
Holding hands & protecting each other.
(originally posted on April 10, 2015)
a love so strong
tides and floods,
battles and loss
can never defeat.
love that renews
over and over
not even close
if ever lost,
a thousand moments
will be dedicated
to rebuild a love