One can choose to be noise or harmony.
If one wishes to be heard
One must first
Learn to listen to oneself.
Pause;
Intuition.
One can choose to be noise or harmony.
If one wishes to be heard
One must first
Learn to listen to oneself.
Pause;
Intuition.
Truth is
Awareness,
Knowing when to speak up
And when to listen.
Thinking
About and becoming aware your true intentions.
Holding yourself accountable.
Ego is self,
Soul is for highest good.
Only by diving deep
Into self and observing
Does one find the truth
Within the truth.
Fluidity in thoughts and actions.
Ever questioning; diving deeper,
Rising higher and settling oneself in reflection.
What serves in healing and awareness is fluid.
Flow in the stillness.
And the truth of it all is ones individual ego truth is not everyones.
In the world
In the universe
The moon
The sun
Every star
Every blade of grass
Every person
Through time
And experience.
Through darkness
Through bliss
Paths turning left
Paths turning right
Forks in the road.
Decisions
Exhaling
Inhaling
Looking back
Looking forward
Joy
Regret
Sleeping
Dreaming
Waking
Walking
Running
Crawling
Climbing
Soaring
And.
Here.
We.
Are.
*originally published on November 2013@*choleintodiamonds*
I decide to get up.
My brain has been talking to me all night anyway.
It is very dark and I tiptoe
Trying to be quiet
But it is no use,
The old floors creak no matter how light my step.
The wind brings a comfort in its steady howl;
I am not alone after all in this darkness
In these early hours.
The sun does rise and
Deceive now.
Bringing light unwavering
There is no heat in her ascension;
She gifts it elsewhere til
Equinox once more.
A radiant beauty solitaire.
Those who meet you,
Their heartbeats now bigger.
You are so unaware
The
Gardens and orchards
That grow in your wake
Over time,
After you have passed through
My friend.
Unassuming.
So beautiful, you.
We climbed up
Out of the hole breathless and began
Rolling around on the
Ground giggling uncontrollably.
We dusted off our clothes and picked twigs out of each others hair.
Then
He took my hands, kissed my lips and started humming that song about being lost.
Holding on tighter
We
Glanced at one another once more
And
Dove right back in
To explore more uncharted territory.
I did linger in the mire of
Self defeating thoughts for
Most of my life,
I am learning to stand up for myself
To myself.