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Another World
Gazing at the creek, I see the flow of time. I observe the river and see it is just the same. Moving and changing with the air. It to has lived in the past and fights for the future. It’s present state always changing. I want to jump in hoping it will take me to another world, hoping I’ll see something not of mine. Instead, I sit there at the riverside.
“People never learn anything by being told. They have to find out for themselves”
— Paulo Coelho
When daylight hits I see a new world. A world full of sensations that I don’t know what to feel. Is it okay to see these things, feel these things, and become these things? Who is it that I see in the reflection? Outside my window is a world of possibilities, but first I’ll gaze into the daylight.
A breath of air
We took a breath of air wondering what would happen next. As I looked across the river I saw an image of you that only I could see. As time passed the image became a blur and I wonder to myself what happened. Here you were whole as can be me. Approaching me with no fear, now we became relics of once was. I see an image of you that has faded. You reached out only to pull back. I saw what could make me happier through you, but the fear of losing you was even greater. The smile you gave, the eyes I gazed at. They were all something that moved me farther than I would have thought. They moved me until the skies became cloudy. How can this effect be upon me? Do you feel the same, or are the dreams I see nothing more than an illusion. How can we communicate what we once had and have now lost? Life, in its endeavors are sure challenging...
Random Verse (VI)
Listening to an abyss of my lost thoughts. Hoping my heart will call out to the millions of memories I have forgotten. Seeing the blessing that has disguised itself from my eyes. This rhythm of feelings that has left behind the motions that made me move forward. I head towards a tunnel of unknown surprises trying to patch up the scars that had tortured me so.
“Sometimes we have to travel to unknown places to find things we didn’t know we’d lost, and to repair parts of us we didn’t know were broken.”
— Holly Renee Miller
“To be everywhere is to be nowhere.”
Seneca Letter (II)
My Blinded Emotions
What I seek in this moment is not a reason to love you, but to forget why I love you so that I may remember again. To see what I cannot when I am blinded by emotion, blinded by thought, and blinded by self-doubt. I asked the world of what meaning I refine myself too, but the only reply I got was to “overcome” to overcome my past self, to overcome my indifference, to overcome my regret. Finding meaning within another is useless, unless you first find meaning within yourself.
There’s a world out there I want to see with you
The world
“Beware of destination addiction: The idea that happiness is in the next place, the next job, or even with the next partner. Until you give up the idea that happiness is somewhere else, it will never be where you are.”
— Unknown
“More than anything, people want to feel heard and understood.”
— OCC (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“No relationship can truly grow if you go on holding back. If you remain clever and go on safeguarding and protecting yourself, only personalities meet, and the essential centers remain alone. Then only your mask is related, not you. Whenever such a thing happens, there are four persons in the relationship, not two. Two false persons go on meeting, and the two real persons remain worlds apart.”
— Osho, Intimacy: Trusting Oneself and the Other (via naturaekos)
Walking forward is hard, but I’ll do it anyways.
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“From the very beginning you are being told to compare yourself with others. This is the greatest disease; it is like a cancer that goes on destroying your very soul because each individual is unique, and comparison is not possible.”
— Osho
“Today I forgive myself. Not just once. Again, and again, and again. As many times as it takes to find peace.”
— Unknown
There’s a mind out there
There’s a mind out there. Somewhere, searching to find solitude in its own existence. Trying to piece the puzzle of the broken mind. The forgotten self becomes lost within its own world. Hoping to find something beyond itself. A heart that cares, expressing its love and solitude hoping to refuge in its own caress. Feeling the beat of thousand pulses. An unsolved existence trying to create its own path. A remedy of what it means to truly exist.
A Strung Instrument
We play this instrument we have both strung. However, do we even see the art that we are creating? The movements of our dance that we are trying to hide. The secrets untold in the strings that play our melody. What story have we written for ourselves that we cannot see? If the hymns are here let’s seek them as we should.
