be yourself everyone who wants to sound wise or is wise, says just that be yourself what does that mean? what does it entail? is it a journey or a destination? a journey, lifelong at that, many wise folk say is it a frozen sense of my self or a flowing/dynamic/evolving one? may be a … Continue reading be yourself…?
I didn’t see myself as a giver
I didn’t see myself as a giver Until I had nothing else left to give I didn’t see myself as a giver Until every ounce of me was ready to give up I didn’t see myself as a giver Until my friends whispered it into my soul I didn’t see it in me I saw … Continue reading I didn’t see myself as a giver
allow yourself to break
allow yourself to break every now and then bleed if you must, into that brokenness sit with her, you may not know how ; that’s ok she will show you what you didn’t want to see, you may not know how; that’s ok with this newfound tenderness she will help you break into spring, you … Continue reading allow yourself to break
..careful what you wish for
joy is a but a tiny window into the heart space unsought pain and suffering is what breaks it open open and bare in a way that you never wanted walking with open , raw, woundedness , light shimmering through your tears you muster the strength somehow to allow the breath to flow in and … Continue reading ..careful what you wish for
What if there was no purpose to find
What if there was no purpose to find What if we lived our life's purpose everyday, just not aware? What if ceasing the search and just living was all that was needed? What if we complicate it way too much & pat our own backs to have found what was never hidden? Like all other … Continue reading What if there was no purpose to find
Words are escaping me
Words are escaping me T..h..o..u..g..h..t..s more like dotted lines The gap is familiar unfamiliar still stormy numb loud Being here is not always a choice An act of will? Illusory at best A cursory laugh A temporary shower of joy do glide away Oh, how hard we are taught to fight the glide! Is this … Continue reading Words are escaping me
Breaking, yet again..
The I in me is breaking, yet again All there is , is a tsunami of pain Having been alive for a few seasons I know not to push it away , for I will fall harder I will watch it, embrace it , burst open with it , crawl back into it I am … Continue reading Breaking, yet again..
paradox of me
https://open.spotify.com/episode/3gZwe4RKsGFRcvxAPPtReS?si=5b88ac3ecdd04480 I am free, I am caged I am beautiful, I am ugly I am tranquil, I am rage I am ignorant, I am a sage I am freedom and the cage I am beauty and ugliness I am tranquility and the enraged I am ignorance and the sage I am oppressed and the oppressor … Continue reading paradox of me
https://open.spotify.com/episode/1JakGcLT29yHBGUhlJjIz7?si=34NmlFATQ9KrBcNXhPfTNg What is it like to be me, what is it like to be you? Is it what I am that I see in you? What is it like to be true to oneself? Is it when you know to love your own true self? What is it like to be loved, to connect with … Continue reading Albeit momentarily
if there was only one song I could sing..
if there was only one song I could singit would be the one I am singingthe one whose words I don't always know and I hum along anywaythe one which sounds like it has been sung before & yet it is only mine to sing if there was only one song I could singit would … Continue reading if there was only one song I could sing..