A mastermind
Or genuine
I don’t know which
And
There will be little joy
In finding out
If I wrong?
If I’m finally right?
But that’s what trying again is like.
A mastermind
Or genuine
I don’t know which
And
There will be little joy
In finding out
If I wrong?
If I’m finally right?
But that’s what trying again is like.
*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
Sometimes I’m so stuck
In having to get things started
That i forget how i get lost
In getting through.
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! =)
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.