Lost & Finding

*I don’t know how this will work but I’m going to try…I would like to create a piece that prompted asoulwalker’s thoughtful and sage response.

“Lost & Finding”

There were days i wrote

Even then i curbed my words

Hid from their meaning

Scoffed at the emotion and fervour with which i wrote…

And i lost.

I lost myself

I lost my drive

I lost my joy

I lost.

And when I finally said i cannot do this anymore…

I chose me.

But choosing me meant

Forgiving myself when i felt betrayed

Comforting myself when i felt robbed

Picking up myself knowing i would stumble

Pieceing myself together… Knowing that there would be more pieces that would not fit, some broken, some lost, some taken or thrown away.

And when i ventured back to here

I realized I was there for me in words

Before I was ready

Before I needed it

Before I was strong enough to choose me.

And now I’m here…trying again… Not to seek the past, not to give into the urgency of the present…. Not to fear the future.

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There is a space between things
Between the seeing and the feeling
Between the hearing and the feeling
Between the thinking and the feeling
There is a silence and a stillness
And in that space
We all move
We all are moved
We all are still
Every breath is held.

Let us face ourselves
That we might face each other
And may God show us the way of mercy

-asoulwalker

https://asoulswalk.wordpress.com/

Strung Along

one thread
strains to be cut. 
or tied
strongly…
happily seeking no other knot.
the tangles have been no loops,
the curlicues have built tight mazes,
yet something still pulls it towards the stitch.
Who has landed it a line among
all the others wound upon paths,
intertwined and round?
After all, do they not all await
to enter the eye of light?
Becoming binded,
upon another worn destiny.

Thank you!!

WordPress just notified me that I have made 500 posts on my blog…and I think how grateful I am to all the people whom I may never meet but still touched my heart with their work and their likes, comments and follows.

I want to thank each and every one of you for making me feel so encouraged and brave enough to share what I write… I thought of writing this thank you so many times and I will surely regret it if it just stays a well-intentioned thought.

Love to all,
Thank you for being the reason for brightening so many of my days! =)

well

the listening ear
does sometimes wish
that its lips did not advise so well.

Dullish vessels
live to keep
much hidden well.

stones lay in strewn in one’s path
so that through trips
one will know how to fall
a little more well.

hope and nectared dreams
stay and seem to
keep all going quite well.

a selfish heart always
will wish its tears
were not such an endless well.