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DonAkasha
DonAkasha
24 This art form reveals a glimpse of my Spirit / conjured in my mind / I recognize your soul as we are connected through this beautifully intricate design / We are infinite / Our Consciousness is eternally expanding / We are One / My friend / We are the Universe
Readjusting to the eternal present moment that is now and forever Where all things spiral and grow... where all creation flourishes Once again I lost my mind only to rediscover inner peace and find a sense of contentment and bliss like never before This maze gets deeper and deeper as I traverse the unknown and beyond I keep wondering how things could get any more strange I keep thinking that this life can't get any more magical As soon as I feel like I know what to expect, the path transforms once again, right under my feet Doors close and windows open right in front of my face This path is forever changing and adapting Constantly shifting and expanding dimensions I find the singularity and liberate myself with each breath Pure eternal bliss... Everything is perfect as it always was Everything is perfect no matter what happens next
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
The Magic Path
As I take in all the long days I ask myself is this really how home tastes the wrong place I feel like I've been in after I've escaped to the top of the mountains where I seemed to fit it feel the feeling that resides within every since I was a young kid before I knew I ever had a mission pure bliss.. before I knew how to truly even listen before I had to witness the struggles of life and emotions bubbling over due to the lack of having a mic. I remember when nothing seemed right.. the world seemed hopeless before my dreams were ever spoken before they were even approaching the open mind this feeling is just so divine hoping that I can flow with the motions of this climb was blind until I uncovered the treasury that was buried beneath the time the truth it changed my mind indefinitely severing all the ties to everything I've ever learned and assuming it was lies until I earn the piece of mind to believe it with my own eyes I've been shown a disguise most of my life projected by someone else's perception perpetuated by misconception and mental expansion neglection.. it's simple... I stand to correct all the lies that disconnect me from acceptance and perfection
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 4:33 AM UTC
The Captive Escaped
Imagination has to patience. I can no longer practice waiting no more procrastinating.. tired of steady craving this passion acting like time is everlasting.. cherishing the moments passing while perishing isn't it ironically tragic?
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
Untitled
Is this what it's like to feel inspired? I had all but forgotten that within there's fire but not when consumed by the night it's like my brain has rewired time's stopped for the craving of desire.. but only just paused and not doomed because it's by the rights that have been tuned out by lack of motivation when the moon's out What's this life about? I've ran through my thoughts a thousand times trying see the things I'm blind to and it seems to have caught on to the miles that climb to the peak so we can finally take that leap to find truth and piece together each one of our minds clues..
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
Consumed by Night
What's with this world we're livin in? Why's it constantly throwing hate our way when the love is where we're givin in? I'm never dismissive when it's comes to letting my thoughts speak plenty of replenishin when getting caught beneath the neural pathways of my mind I've let go of the bad days that I used to be livin in for some time used to be blind to the rat race ended up being consumed by every inch of it these minutes got me seeking higher consciousness I'm just trying to build my dreams up into these monuments that my brain has shown me all these promises of potential that they always spoke of it seems to have changed the way I think and grown on me I'm home only to feel like this place is no longer feeling ***** in my zone roaming around feeling the vibrations in the sounds and never understanding how they could feel lonely when they're a piece of the galaxy like you and me now and forever I'm better off severing my thought process with clever lines feel the positive vibrations through my heart, mind and soul I piece together the truths as the time unfolds try to keep the mind open but sometimes it can be more closed than you think that's why I grab the pen and let my brain sync with the ink break the chains that hold together your mentality and think about the possibility of radically changing the way you truly view reality that point where you begin to question all the things you've ever learned at that point in time the mind has turned into a different leveling system and although it may seem a little overwhelming don't be concerned embrace it and listen open your mind and learn how society can seem to be so basic I've been quietly patient for so long it seemed my dreams started to look shapeless that's when I made a makeshift bridge in the paper spaces and realized I could be the creator of any projection from inside to discover myself as I uncover what was left on the shelf many years ago along with other things other ideas and other dreams traded for simple jobs that make me wanna close my eyelids and dream a legend once said I wanna sing until freedom rings a question once intercepted made me notice things when I couldn't see my dreams clouded by mental perception and incidental mis-direction why do we all seem to search for others acceptance before we look first at our own inner connections
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
Suffocating Dreams
What's with this world we're livin in? Why's it constantly throwing hate our way when the love is where we're givin in? I'm never dismissive when it's comes to letting my thoughts speak plenty of replenishin when getting caught beneath the neural pathways of my mind I've let go of the bad days that I used to be livin in for some time used to be blind to the rat race ended up being consumed by every inch of it these minutes got me seeking higher consciousness I'm just trying to build my dreams up into these monuments that my brain has shown me all these promises of potential that they always spoke of it seems to have changed the way I think and grown on me I'm home only to feel like this place is no longer feeling ***** in my zone roaming around feeling the vibrations in the sounds and never understanding how they could feel lonely when they're a piece of the galaxy like you and me now and forever I'm better off severing my thought process with clever lines feel the positive vibrations through my heart, mind and soul I piece together the truths as the time unfolds try to keep the mind open but sometimes it can be more closed than you think that's why I grab the pen and let my brain sync with the ink break the chains that hold together your mentality and think about the possibility of radically changing the way you truly view reality that point where you begin to question all the things you've ever learned at that point in time the mind has turned into a different leveling system and although it may seem a little overwhelming don't be concerned embrace it and listen open your mind and learn how society can seem to be so basic I've been quietly patient for so long it seemed my dreams started to look shapeless that's when I made a makeshift bridge in the paper spaces and realized I could be the creator of any projection from inside to discover myself as I uncover what was left on the shelf many years ago along with other things other ideas and other dreams traded for simple jobs that make me wanna close my eyelids and dream a legend once said I wanna sing until freedom rings a question once intercepted made me notice things when I couldn't see my dreams clouded by mental perception and incidental mis-direction why do we all seem to search for others acceptance before we look first at our own inner connections
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