Missing

I caught my heart from jumping out of my body when I missed that step and fell in the darkness. I reminisced that warm loving embrace that once surrounded me and made me feel home. The same that reminded me that I didn't need to fight, this fight alone. That you were there. That someone was there. I silently watched the tears fall away. Quietly wishing you were here to wipe them with me. Just wishing that I could reach out and caress your face with my finger tips and watch you smile back at me. And I wished this dull ache in my chest would fade away.. just fade away.. just as I wished that I would fade away.

Plight Of The Butterfly

You tell me you've been hurt, scarred and wounded. Why so naive and pretend only you exist? Did you not see the butterfly, slowly emerging to life, burdened by the heavy cocoon, the same that once protected her? Did you not see her plight as she struggled and flapped her wings to fly, so she is finally free?

So tell me, how will you ever harvest the Crop of His Love, if you never took the time to plant, the seeds of your grief in the Earth? Why hold your hurt so sacred, to avoid letting it go, that you erect a pyramid for the dead and call it holy?

Close your eyes, you foolish man. Inside you, lies a fountain of love, that no force can ever destroy. Seek that fountain and let it overflow your heart with its love, until your mind loosens its grips on your soul and you too begin to fly.

Storm on the Pond

A storm came lurking over my pond tonight. Drop by drop, the rain hit the surface of the water. Making violent ripples before silently fading away. One after another while underneath it all, there was always a certain stillness. Those fallen drops were all openly absorbed into this being of vastness.

For the truth is, only the heavy rain clouds, pour down what they carry, the light ones simply skip by, and the Earth gently complies by spurting out giant trees that give different creatures, a very shelter from the same storm. For how can there ever be life, without the force to sustain it?

Glass Walls

I tried to turn away from the nameless smoke inside, choking this beating heart. But the familiarity in, its smell, drew me to the edge of our glass walls. I thoroughly read the labels and warning on them but still sensed a deeper story. So I took a breath and I broke through; totally unharmed.

Waves of love ran through me as they fell away to the ground and blossomed as hope. I met fear and hate on their way out and I closed the past behind me. I moved like particles of light, as I laid down those poisoned arrows, hurting me; I was weightless. I surrendered. Not to the stream of thoughts but to the Voice Echoing in every inch of my soul. It spoke of running those walls down until the fragility of our minds are shaken of its foundation and those moulds that contain us, break and we remember that it is not who we are that matter but the divinity that runs through each soul, that connects us, so we may forget ourselves and become one.