In life you face unimaginable challenges, some a blessing, some nightmares, some tough, some you just can bluff. But how do you prepare yourself?
You know the truth, you feel it, you believe it, but deep down inside you know there's more, there something wrong, something strong deep within lingers on! How does it work? Do you believe in one and ignore the other? One part good, the other evil, do you take the gain & forget the pain?
I'm an analyser, so I've been told, maybe I do, yes I do, don't we all? Even though we say we don't or we think we don't we all do, it's a matter of knowing your mind. How do you pick a side when your heart & your mind is at war? Do you give in or do you fight? Do you let one win or the other lose?
Sometimes things are not simple, sometimes what we firmly believe maybe an illusion, maybe it's not, maybe it is, nothing tangible but such big weight! Conversations, implications, statements, screams and tears all this could add up to be a maze, endless & lifeless. Judgment is everything, you choose not because you have to, but you want to. Realise that life calls but once, unless answered it just runs away.
Actions need not have meanings, need not have motives, without a reason, but it depends on situation to people.
If my heart needs proof, it'll ask, but it doesn't, and it also understands where I stand, in between, it knows, it just chooses not to pierce through, not accept pain but let it flow with time.
I do, I want to, If not, I'd never!
Sometimes, I like being alone...
being alone with no one but my thoughts that swirl round and round in my head
being alone and not having to worry about what anyone else thinks about me
being alone and not having to go any place but where I want to be.
Sitting here alone, I’m letting recollections flood me after a long time. I close my eyes, sigh deeply, and let the memories come rushing in....
Man's life is but an act, God's thought is the action. Knowing this, (O heart), why do you get so anxious........
Have you ever stopped to think about the events and people that have shaped your life thus far? Not just the good moments are the most memorable but all the little things, thoughts and actions that play out in our lives and contribute to how we act and perceive the world and our selves? It may not be easy to remember or recognize all these events but within them lies the answers to many questions about why we are the person we are today. From the thoughts we carry in our own heads to the way others see and treat us, we are shaped by forces that are not always in our control or our consciousness. If we can stop for just a few minutes each week and look into the moments that have caused us joy, pain or discomfort and then trace them to their root source within our heart we can often see that we are simply reacting to circumstances out of our conditioning and not really a conscious direct effort. We begin to see just how much of what we mistake for “us” is really nothing more than auto-pilot mode at work in our life. Living moment to moment can be one of the toughest undertakings and yet it truly is the way to get off auto-pilot mode and come to appreciate and fully understand our self and our conditioning to the world. So I try each day to be in direct touch with my experiences, recognize my reactions and question why it is the way it is. This has rewarded me with insights and understanding which allow me to stop being shaped by the world and start shaping my own life and world!
I think of myself as a complicated person. I'm easy to get to know, but its hard to maintain the status quo, I've been told. I don't mind that, not one bit. Nothing should come easily. Those empty spaces should be filled. And at the end of it all, if the person is by your side, they're for keeps.
Overtly simple people bore me. My radar spins towards those with a zing. The zing comes with its own brand of sting. I secretly enjoy the sting.
A field. A vast green field. Before the sesames blossom. Before violet flowers on every tip.. A hill. One-foot road winding up. Before the cardamoms spills the pungeance. Between the dark meditating trees.. A valley. A cool snowy valley. Before the first rays drips the dew. before the first bird fly for prey.. A breeze. A soothing breeze. Before we fly on wings of time. Before the last song of night stops..
How do I make myself small enough not to be noticed?
I have not learnt the magic yet, that hides the tiger in thin reeds.
makes the lowly grasshopper look but just another leaf.
an incomplete work of art?
a hurting soul with serrated edges?
no
think of me only as the fresh morning breath
soothing, calming and peaceful.