Risk is everywhere.
To cry is to risk being sentimental.
To dream is to risk being disappointed.
To laugh is to risk being a fool.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
But when we are not willing to risk,
We don’t grow in life.
Life loses its power.
We may be safe
We are lifeless.
The greatest risk of all
To risk nothing.
Years of my tears dry to stale grit
Rusting my skin with crusting corrosions
of Yesterday's emotions frustrations devotions
With time, composting into a dirt coating
Renourishing layers of decomposition
Green seeds in germination with anticipation
Sprouting fresh roots of deeper perception
A Glowing. Growing. Living. New Me.
try not to become so distracted
become a bit more
get lost in something, whatever it may be. it is healthy to be challenged intellectually every once in a while. push your limits. find something you've never thought twice about and pull all of the emptiness and boredom and anxiety and twist it into something beautiful. dissect it, examine it, create from it. always give yourself permission to feel. we know this already, that logic and thought sometimes refuse to mix, so separate the two and create something impossible. challenge yourself. everything in this life can find ways to shove you down, but how will you overcome by laying stagnant?
holding your ground is not bad, but remember the things that bring you joy. loosen up. hold onto other things. look ahead a bit more often. immerse yourself in life.
As soon as you make something seem terrible,
Someone could be using that very something in a good way,
but as soon as someone comes up with a bad way it could be used,
that thing becomes tainted by thought.
Those people ignore the good in that thing,
and imagine a bad future with it,
creating a taboo that is almost inescapable.
Our thoughts create our future.
Give things a chance.
The future is in our hands.
It is also in the hands of bad people.
We must coexist and cease blame on things.
There is nothing more love can teach me.
So how can I skip class discreetly?...
She'll say that I think love is beneath me,
But if only it was that easy.
Unfortunately, because it's just something I see,
I will not receive a grade of empathy.
Love is becoming too pushy for me
And it's holding my consciousness in captivity.
When in my heart, I know it should be free.
As smooth as the pebble
that skips across the water
As hard as the stone that
forms a mighty mountain
So too is her spirit
As deep as the volcano that
has formed continents
As vast as the oceans that span
the face of the earth
So too does her soul reach
Through the force of hurricanes
she remains standing
With the rage of an uncontrolled
fire she protects her own
Thus is the perfection of the woman
who has suffered and grown.
Mahogany strength fills all tantric dreams
Relieving cosmic weight with hidden might
The mental coups he culls; unsealing streams
Causing dams to burst he controls the night
Expanding space, bending dark, granting sight
Enriching the soft garden of my soul
Solidifying my foundation whole
An aura so bright I cannot ignore
Yet her call so sad it pleads for release
Her song distinct; making my senses soar
Her essence I will taste; bringing her peace
With lingual strokes I’ll revive barren creeks
Tilling fertile soil; buried flowers freed
Returning strength once lost; planting new seed