My life as it unravels before me, bit by bit
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
— Sylvia Plath
When the anxiety subsides
The war from left and right
You can melt into the beingness
That’s simple, calm and bright
You soften sweetly ear to ear
Allowing your smile to shine
You let go of expectations
Making way for something divine
There are less shouts and hollers
And far more acts of grace
Compassion weaves a tender web
Connecting place to place
The little one no longer cries
From acts of punishing words
But sympathizes caringly
With the truthfulness, she’s heard
The harder, tougher, rougher one
Falls down onto her knees
And bleeds her shame out on the floor
Bearing burdens for all to see
They’ve come together, after so long
To make a mends, a truce
To find a space of communal knowing
Where no one will win or lose
The peace amongst the once was war
The stillness in the space
Allows me to breath deep again
To move with a slower pace
My Friend is a Babe
She doesn’t know it all the time
I forget to tell her all the time
She’s stunning, shining
All the time
She’s perfectly smitten with charm
Soft, sweet and luscious
I envy her smile
Her eyes have a sparkle
She’s quirky and wild
Her hair is like ribbons
Cascading with care
It flows from her roots
Speaking whispers to the air
She carries such intention
Without knowing that it’s true
Her beauty stains her body
With glistening pops of youth
She’s hot like the southern sunshine
Against the whitest sand
Sexy smooth and sweetly kind
A goddess in any land
She doesn’t know it all the time
I forget to tell her all the time
She’s gorgeous, glorious
All the time
She’s beautifully beautiful and real
No matter how dark it gets,
or how lost you feel,
D-A-N-C-E!
You WILL come back to life.
#myfriendsinspireme
Source: scarlettwerewolf
Everyone has different ideas about what life should look like or be like and what they want to achieve out of life. But why choose to follow other peoples ideas when your own are dying to be tapped into?
— Me
If ever you happen to forget who you are
Lay down in the grass, look up at the stars
You’re bright and you’re shiny
You’re witty and smart
You’re simple and sweet
You live from your heart
You ask tricky questions
You’re curious and keen
You listen and absorb words
And everything they mean
You’ve got peoples backs
You get peoples quirks
You’re funny and lovely
And have silly smirks
You think with an ingenious mind
You’re humble, true and real
You’re unique in all your natural ways
You’re kind of a big deal
I hope you don’t forget these things
When you leave to journey on
Remember, all the joy you bring
When you’re you and strong and fond
And if you feel your losing grip
On who you use to be
Read this poem, watch the sunset
Think of me and drink a tea
I’m a complicated creature and often times I do things for reasons I won’t ever claim to understand. I talk to much and say too little. I laugh too little and frown just a tiny bit too much. I sometimes close my heart off before ever even trying to experience things. Sometimes life gets dark for me and I get swallowed in the missings and confused about the purposes placed upon my feet. I don’t know what I want at times, or if what I think I want is real. I don’t even really understand who I am at the deepest darkest level. I walk around and give my love quite freely to those who ask, but I wear a burden on my heart of the years that have passed. I want to change, I’m willing and able but sometimes the how gets lost. I spend my time searching searching, searching, head down, and I miss all beauty that goes rolling by. Its all about being better. Doing, doing to succeed. Finding greatness amongst perfection, the huge break that holds me back from driving full force towards my dreams. I throw myself around like a velcro tennis ball. Just hoping I will stick somewhere with a tight enough grip so I don’t fall. I ask too many questions and surrender far less then I should. And when things start building up inside it gets hard for me to breathe them out, to release and find my truth. I have an army of soldiers who guide me through the muck, but still sometimes I feel unprotected from the sludging aloneness that whimpers in the night.
I’d like to have a job or two that help me let it out so I could discover the depths of it while holding hands with those in need of loving, care and support like me. It seems like the most impossible task to wear that badge and let go of personalities so deep. Vulnerability, scared and frightful little ones who cry and dig their heels in as you try to move forward and cascade towards the ground without a safety net. My needs aren’t being met. I don’t know how to meet them on my own, yet I try every day to understand why they are still empty unfilled holes. The highs and lows seem distant yet close, when surrounded I know that this is suppose to be my home. Yet I choose alone. This puzzling feat keeps me confused and stuck, afraid of the how’s, its always the how’s. The excuse is the how, not the truth. The truth is finding the enoughness to barge onward. Owning that strength that sits inside my untapped wholeness. Owning that I have always known the what’s and how’s of life. Finding trust in the seenless creatures that wisp our ears with poems about life.
So here I sit. Bum on bench and feet on wall. Legs extended, back rounded, chin dipped. The fan it blows and tiny heavy footsteps caress the floor above as the goddess of the hour sings her song. Quiet but not. This sundays reflection has been brought to you by me. Somewhere amongst these words you’ll taste my essence and know who I am. When you do, please share.
Looking at things from the opposite side of the street
Experiencing new perspectives on the day to day
The greater picture becomes clearer
The gratitude kicks
The truth of long journeys coming to present
Its been an experience to withstand and withhold
Looking back, standing still I can feel the strength it all has formed
My will is steel
My fiercely determinant being strides forward
Everything comes together it seems
All finds its place to be
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.
— Melody Beattie
FACED
Faced with the challenge of finding acceptance
I journey to and from freedom and dependance
Don’t look to close, you might get scared
What is there, really isn’t there
Illusionary delusions of separate identities
Frowns upon smiles, varying intensities
The spirit and the body dance a tango to and from
Spinning quickly around, up they go, here they come
If I could learn to let this go
This scarred and scary truth
I’d fly naked for the world to see
My appetite, my youth
But what does it mean to let it go?
To quietly release my grip?
For it could mean anything
From tragedy to myth
Born amongst the meant to be’s
Its been a lesson true
To teach me of the sensitivities
That make up the me that relates to you
But now its come to far with me
Driving the vehicle I choose
It no longer has a dying need
To feel important, special and true
So here I lay you down to rest
With all the other you’s
The ones that walked this broken path
But that I was forced to lose
You have been my greatest teacher, my love and all my pain
But as I gently let you down, I no longer know your name
Sometimes with love we confuse the ins and the outs of it. Getting trapped between the what was and the what is, we panic to escape the unknowning. We think it all boils down into one pot, so really, what’s the difference. The difference is, there is a difference. The ‘in’ of it and the ‘it’ of it are very seperated. They bring with them fully completed, distinctly disattached feelings, some of grounding and some of elation. When ‘in’ love, the pulls and pushes on your heart can be intense and amorous. There is a certain excitability that follows the unknowning, ungrounded nature of the love, yet when just loving someone comes around, it can feel quite different. The peace settles in. Everything is known and there is a wholeness that surrounds the moments when thinking or being together. There is a mutual acceptance and okayness. The loving gets a chance to take over and the ‘in’ falls away. The beauty of just loving and not being ‘in love’ is that you can never fall out of loving, because your never ‘in’ it to begin with. It lasts for infinity and goes on and on, expanding as your hearts capacity to love explodes. It is forever, and for always, and feels better then the chaos that the ‘in’ may bring along.
Emily Buck. You light up my life.
Thank you X 1,000,000
Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than silence.
— Arabic Proverb
It’s hard not to see you
Not to talk or not to be
You are no longer present here
In my life, an absentee
I miss the ways of you and I
Our secret names and such
I miss the laughs and moves and highs
The meaningful stares, your touch
I wish I could come over there
I’d do nothing of the right
I’d drag you out into the cold
Hand in mine, to explore the night
Instead I drew this silly line
Cutting off the I from you
And here we are left undefined
As if we never knew
I can’t take back now what I’ve done
It’s all been said and laid
But I can lay here on my own
Wishing for another way
Maybe someday not to far
We’ll cross paths for awhile
And we can sit and eat lunch together
Admiring each others smiles
