when do we notice
we have changed?
our perspectives,
our body,
and our memories change.
what do we hold onto
and what do we let go of?
when do we notice
we have made the decisions?
11.23.2023
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
when do we notice
we have changed?
our perspectives,
our body,
and our memories change.
what do we hold onto
and what do we let go of?
when do we notice
we have made the decisions?
11.23.2023
I may not be as selfless as I thought.
I may not be as virtuous as I thought.
but that is okay.
it’s better to acknowledge it
and accept it in others too
than to sit and point fingers at people
for failing to live up to the virtues.
strive for what you want,
and if what you want is virtue
that is okay too.
11.21.2023
it’s a slippery slope
when you take a risk
and it starts to slip
you can’t do much
but to wait and hold on.
have the strength to withstand
seeing all of what you had falling.
perhaps only in letting go,
you’ll find the right one.
11.19.2023
even though we were wrapped in darkness,
we could see each other under the light
hovering over our heads.
it was a brief moment
but it was enough for me
to see the face
that shined so brightly.
11.18.2023
do not despair my dear
don’t you see
the sun is shining for you
the ocean waves at you
if you listen carefully
you’ll see the world loves you.
11.17.2023
how would you choose to live?
to take all the risks and jump in
or save yourself from it all
and wait for your chain to arise?
“do not follow a fool’s path”
you might say.
“unlived moments are like being dead”
you might also say.
I am sad to see you must choose one.
I hope you make it to the next phase.
11.16.2023
those of you who aged,
shine!
brighten the path forward
for those who follow you.
let them choose their challenge,
guide them through chaos,
and lead towards wisdom.
let us remember our humble past.
let us hope for the best
in our future.
let us shine
to bring forth brighter light.
11.15.2023
all became white;
(even when I blinked)
the whiteness filled the universe.
and then it was dark.
like a smile that flashed
— and then gone —
there was the universe
and then aloneness.
As this ebbed and flowed,
I held on.
I don’t know what it was.
But it’s inscribed in my bones.
touch my calluses
taste my tears
peer into my iris
and you will see —
all of it is there.
11.14.2023
it’s an honor
to be here
at this moment
and hold these people
with my arms.
allow me to be useful to them
allow me to keep my principles
allow me to grow.
11.13,2023
when the truth is not what I want, I often morph it into a storyline I want it to be and put it over my eyes and ears. When it bit me, I said it was my sacrifice I willingly made. When it stole from me, I said I willingly gave to it. When it lied to me, I said I knew the truth already, but willingly feigned to believe the lie.
But in the end, the story never held,
and dark spots started to spread all over.
From the start to the finish nothing had changed.
so I told myself, I won’t do this again.
11.12.2023
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