Am I naive to dream of a land that’s free?
Free from separation.
Streets that are empty of people,
but houses that are filled with families.
Children that would never have to know the meaning of the word “orphan”.
Those lands that have been cared and nourished for thousands and centuries ago by its own people. People who have protected it, people who made life on these lands and it’s soil.
Am I naive to dream, that our own people would have never been displaced.
Scattered globally…
Instead knowing exactly what to answer,
when asked “ Where are you from? “ .
There is no definite answer, since you made us the children of the world.
And now it is in our Duty, to fight for that Dream.
For All Mankind.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC
I wish you could see me
More than my gaze,
More than my smile
I wish you could hear more than these words
That I’m speaking out loud
Your eyes wander up and down slowly against my silhouette
Yearning my embrace, craving my warmth
Just to fill your thirst with your empty glass
Eyes that lust - dress me up in lies.
Gouge them out and throw them away, please - If you can not, meet me in purity
Haunted by tomorrow’s hopes,
I wish you could see me.
Not just idolize or fantasize
I am not your projection
I am not your sacred prize
I wish - you could see me.
Immaturity loves Shiny objects,
Because that’s what beings are to IT - objects, right?
IT caught a Butterfly and caged her in,
Just to boast: “I touched her Wing.”
But never asked how Light is fed,
Or why the Stars sleep in her head
IT wants to say IT once touched Divinity,
But not honor it, nor grow with it
In seeking to cage the Butterfly,
You lost the chance to learn
how to tend your own Light
in the presence of one
Who carried Sun in her wings
I can never be enough,
Or fully myself.
You want me to limit my presence for your liking,
Need to be careful not to shine too bright, Otherwise you’ll go running to the shadows. There’s the comfort zone..
Did I scare you?
“Too much” - what does that even mean?
Perhaps it’s just the trembling scream
Of egos fearing what they lack,
So they attack or turn their backs,
Since her fullness can only be tolerated in fragments.
If you want to stay in your comfort zone,
By all means go ahead, regress.
But don’t expect me to conform.
I don’t operate for likes,
Or to have people understanding me anyway. I know all wisdom seekers were also once never understood,
So I don’t expect you to.
But nobody told me how lonely
This path of Truth was to be walked upon.
This is the ache of the mystic,
The healer, the truth teller
The one who feels so much, Sees so deeply
Yet must often walk
Without being truly met
Still…
I wish you could See Me.
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 5:22 AM UTC
Imagine living your whole life with memory loss..
Now forever in Love
with all the wonders,
all the dreams,
all the inspiration
your mind and heart has ever
pondered on, chased and sought after,
never realizing whatever you’ve always Loved is infact a story about yourself,
your soul.
Imagine reading a story to yourself about the parts of you, you have forgotten was You all along..
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 11:45 PM UTC
They think they can throw rocks at me,
to blind what’s in hindsight
But they dont understand Eternal Light
thrives in dark nights,
Rock bottom is my design,
I absorb it take power from it and form it
Peak through pain
Hurdle will be MY game,
so let’s play this game right.
Hidden motives they hide,
but I saw them with my minds eye
The say “love” as in false disguise
But real hatred they harbor inside
Which only ends in their own demise, because out of lust many of these men desire
to get in between my thighs,
to feel the divine inside
So I be polite and tell them to;
raise their consciousness above my waistline
and to go back to their wives. Respect her.
Now….
Rise!
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 3:47 AM UTC
O’ country of my blood,
country of my ancestors
I long for you
Your luscious green landscapes
and your highest mountains
Your beautiful waterfalls
and your fountains
The sound of the neighborhood kids
laughing in the streets,
I long for you
A time where we ran outdoors so excited
we forgot to put our shoes on,
sitting on the front porch buying watermelon from the fruit-cart man,
then sharing it with our friends,
I long for you
Wherever I go I belong to you, one day shall my ashes be scattered and soil with you.
Jan 28, 2024
Jan 28, 2024 at 6:41 AM UTC
What is this longing that i feel?
Is the moon getting older
or everyone around me bitter?
My heart is streched,
into millions of pieces
Unable to recognize what it's calling for.
Who do i talk to, when it feels the loneliest?
The house is getting cold,
my feet heavy.
It is creeping on me
How do you help,
how do you soothe
when you feel
the weight of the worried on your shoulders?
Do you ever feel the pain of your loved ones as your own?
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 11:46 PM UTC
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder..
That's only skin deep though,
what's a common rock to someone,
is another's treasure.
Beauty is the light that shines when you talk, when you walk,
when you do what you love.
Beauty is the way you express yourself,
beauty is loving and accepting yourself
for who you are
and making the best version out of yourself.
Beauty is self love,
self care,
self discipline,
beauty is self respect,
self worth,
self improvement,
beauty is good manners and behavior,
beauty is your hungry mind,
your loving energy,
beauty is the way you view the world,
beauty is knowing when you're wrong
and knowing when you're right,
beauty is honesty,
beauty is humbleness,
beauty is authenticity.
Beauty isn't just one certain type,
beauty is the diversity in mankind.
Beauty is so much more than
just a canvas to change colors and fabric on. Beauty is meaningless if it's just an empty shell. A shell found on the beach is beautiful;
because it holds something precious inside.
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 11:30 PM UTC
In the night we are born
To the same light we disappear
Into million pieces of dust..
Stardust
Everything in between,
is to feel and soak in
To learn and unlearn
To create and unfold
To rise and fall
To give and receive
In a spiral we swirl
Just to return
To finally,
shatter all the pieces,
across the collective sea
And this is my oath;
From each piece
We will watch a wildflower
bloom in the open void!
Once a dust of star,
now a space of life. ❤️
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 11:36 PM UTC
Tears come falling down
Decisions are already made,
but are any of them right?
Oh morality is what i seek
But the dagger of self blame yields further beyond any other weapon
It cuts you deep
We have choices,
but rarely speak the language of our heart's true desires
What if?
What if my choice was different,
what if your choice was different?
It doesn't matter what cards we are given,
it matters what you choose to do with them
Living life with folds around the eyes,
yet again it was always a matter of choice
Aint it sad?
We don't recognize
the sound of our soul
Its usually almost non existent
But we recognize everything else,
that's not ME so easily
My tears come falling down,
I wished I could choose differently
And now the pain of never knowing,
will always be with me
Until I live, this sorrow will weep..
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
You swirl around,
as you make your way
to the ground
Never come back as same one
But together you become one,
as you gently cover the land
Light up the entire field,
the entire hill,
the whole forest and
freeze the entire ocean
Even the trees try catch you to stay,
they don't want to be left astray
Your beauty is unique,
but it's not only your physique
You choose where you fall
Then some would never witness your sight,
but in the depths of their mind they just might
You are the inspiration for our dreams,
This creation of nature,
so perfect with all its imperfections
The nutrition for our hopes
You bring warmth in the midst of cold,
So soft, yet so bold
So tiny, yet together so huge
You are Snowflake.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC