May you find souls
whose hearts beat like yours
and enable
your soul to grow deeper
your heart to expand wider
and
your love to extend back
down into yourself.
May you find those souls
and hold on to them forever.
Tag: life
Fight me.
Fight me.
I need you to fight me.
Bulldoze down my walls,
tell me how I’m wrong and
show me how I’m wrong
stab me with the truth,
make sure I have a long way to fall.
I need that
a strong slap in the face
a bucket of cold water over my head
a violent shake for me to leave my head
and see the reality from your view.
Unleash on me
whatever method necessary
to penetrate my thick skull
remove the rotting roots
and plant a new seed.
Fight me.
Speak a little louder
Speak a little louder,
dear heart.
Speak a little louder
so I may hear what you really want,
what I really want.
Speak a little louder
so you can guide me to where I am meant,
to the path I have been searching for
for years.
Speak a little louder
and let me inside,
I want to listen to you
for you can be my only guide.
I cross my legs
I cross my legs and think of you,
laying in the hospital bed
secretly crossing your legs
when you thought the nurses weren’t looking
and smile with a sarcastic laugh
when they caught you in the act
and scolded you for it.
I cross my legs and think of you.
souls like mine
I met souls like mine today.
In the same place at the same time
we came together
to learn
to share
to embrace the future.
Hearts that beat like mine
Minds that think like mine
Hands that write like mine
Souls pouring out like mine
surrounded me
and breathed new life into me.
I found myself again
amongst strangers
that I was yearning to find
amongst ‘my people’.
Maybe these are my new people.
planning this attack
I saw you coming, but you still snuck
up on me,
bringing more strength, brutal force
than I anticipated,
than I could prepare for.
You must have been planning this attack
for weeks,
just when I thought you were gone
you not-so-kindly reminded me
that you’re still here,
you’re never going away
and you will certainly be back.
That’s how you like it, isn’t it?
To study, stalk and unleash on your prey,
me,
when I least expect,
when I am least prepared.
However,
your destructive methods require some fine-tuning,
for each time I get stronger,
better, more attune to you.
You won’t have the upper hand forever.
eyes and heart open
You may find it in the
least expected of places;
what you want,
what you’re looking for,
if you can only keep your
eyes and heart
open.
Flickering flames of light
Flickering flames of light
illuminate the air and objects around them,
dancing to a song only they can hear
with thin ribbons of smoke trailing up
from their outstretched arms
and dissipating into nothingness.
I wonder what song they’re dancing to
and how they can perform in both
syncronisity and individuality.
My eyes plead me not to attempt at
watching them all;
focus on one only –
I see a flame that dances by itself
but also
joins in with the others,
and another does the same.
I wonder if I can be like that, too.
wonder often
Wander far and
wonder often.
Soar above and through the boundaries
separating you
from the other side
where you want to be,
where you are meant to be,
where you will find
the path leading through the winding
trees and valleys
of your soul, to your heart
and until you find it
wonder often
and wander far
through and through.
may we find humility
It looks barren, stripped, hard,
exposed,
the world outside living in autumn.
Leaves have left the trees
green evaporating from the grass
warmth rescinding from the ground.
I feel you, world,
but join me in embracing this change,
the nakedness, the exposure,
for if we find ourselves stripped bare
and left for everyone to see and judge
may we find power
may we find humility
may we find courage
to trudge on, and on,
paving the path for transformation to happen around us,
too.
Dawning Words 