Tag: Freedom

Let it go. Believe

February 4, 2020

Balance

Relax into the spirit of it all.

We are often unbalanced as we move through our lives and often there’s a noise, a vibration, or a gut feeling and these signs are sometimes missed, and I for one am guilty of not listening or not appreciating that maybe the universe is trying to say something, trying to let me know that perhaps I need to relax, to not overthink, and even to open myself to the mystery of my surroundings or to believe in the indomitable spirit of my soul.

Letting things go is good but troublesome in that there are so many distractions out there and so many diversions in here where thoughts run away in tangents of imagination.

So yes, letting things go is tough but once we start we’ll feel more freedom until that smile crinkles our soul into a rhapsody of realities

and then watch us fly!

Release the fear

February 2, 2020
Awake the fragile

There are many reasons as to why we are, or feel fragile and also why we fear, but sometimes we fear because we are fragile, timid, controlled or unable to come to terms with our weaknesses or our imaginings of a weakness within us because those who do control prefer it that we stay inside our shells and so we become more and more unable to break free of their bonds and our own bonds.

It is very difficult to stand up, very difficult to say what we think, very difficult to acknowledge that we are anything but their servant, very difficult to believe in the strength lying within and very difficult to be open to the reality of the idea that we are a person of note with our own tools of and for life.

The biggest and greatest tool we have is imagination.

We are stronger holding the belief of our courage in our hearts, in our souls; in our very bones.

You can awake the fragile and you can release the fear but yes it is difficult, very difficult.

Buds of truth

January 11, 2020

We sometimes find ourselves
lost in a conundrum of dreams

We wander
we ponder, we peruse
and then we wonder why
and how and when, etc, etc
till our minds are so full
of bullshit we begin sprouting
young saplings of thought
all kinds of new ideas and ideologies
pychologies and philosophies
poems, songs, words and dreams.

Some kind of
implosion/explosion occurs
where we become trapped
in the void of unknowing
where the needle is stuck
and the world around us lets us go
and on and on we go
believing that if we reach
we can touch the sky.

Our feet are rooted in bullshit
our hearts, skin, blood and bone
get their nourishment from that gloop
our minds
strive to make sense of the loss
and here, our souls
they are the buds of truth
waiting for us to stop
and to believe
that the only way to reach the sky
is to know we are the sky.