The environment within which we were raised, as a child, teenager, and until now, is the same environment that has resulted, in part, in our current configuration. This environmental constitution elicits particular behaviours from us, resulting in particular perspectives and ways of viewing and interacting with reality. Within this environment we are only able to … Continue reading On changing.
The purest of souls, the softest of cheeks, and the sparkliest of eyes, A soul unborn, I've been waiting for weeks to meet you, I can feel the butterflies already, not trying to dramatise but- I feel energised knowing that one day I'll peer into your soul and see a reflection, Of glitter, purity and … Continue reading of glitter, purity and gold.
ancient wounds of a weary heart, healing each time we part. wounds of my bloodline, way back when, wounds so profound they trigger at the slightest sound, ready to run and go, or fight and attack, for love is our survival, and so the inner child which claws and grabs, at that which he believes … Continue reading Loving from within.
O' how the water tastes, sipped after the breaking of fast, after I crunch on bread - all my needs met. Nay, nay, that well lies far away. You need not drink that liquid, for it will cause you illness. I say sir, have you heard of the well on the yonder? Nay, I say. … Continue reading A water so sweet.
How am I feeling? I feel a heavy expanse in my abdomen, like a boat rising and falling on the tides, like a boat with a leak in its hull. In this hole I want to stuff substance and hedonism - casual pleasure and surface interactions, though they frequently leave me feeling just as empty … Continue reading The Seas of Love.
She makes me feel like I'm floating on a cloud, like I'm high, high, high in the sky, like there's not a problem around, not a single one to be found. The way my heart beats at the thought of her, the way my breath deepens and expands when I feel her kiss... and when … Continue reading mmmm.
Sometimes it feels like my heart is open or it's deadbolted and sealed shut. But if you open the door just a little, it flies open and off the hinges. When this happens the energy that surges through me, that courses through my veins fills my mind with fantasies of the possible, of what could … Continue reading Untitled #8974
To be loved is to be open, To the boundless possibilities, Though I catch myself hopin', And so I keep my door open, I scream and shout in sadness and anger, But deep down I just want to be close, My creativity is knows the possibility, And also the probability, That you view me as … Continue reading Open
In trepidation I sit, waiting, ruminating - anxious. Prized position held in high regard, we all wanna be the winner of the race. Not a sprint, but a marathon - the most important race of our lives; the one that we truly must get right for we must discern whether our relay partner will be … Continue reading Learning to fly.
Only when we are empty do we become full... the breath that is held, is lost. When we are left breathless, no sooner are we aware than the breath returns to us in full. And just like that, that which we let go of hath returned. Wholeness and emptiness are one and of the same. … Continue reading Emptiness.
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