make noises in your head so you can’t hear your heart
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
How strange is the relationship between man and nature?
When man finds himself amongst the turbulence and chaos of life,
he motions towards the calmness of the river.
When the river expresses its rage with its might,
the careful traveller attempts to trek lightly upon its courses.
Nature is in itself in synchronicity with life.
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
Some people are so poor that the only thing they possess is money.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
The orange and pink congregate with graceful gestures;
their veins are embossed along the surface of the double-ended raindrop figure;
they are ornaments of the sky.
Their homes welcome those who sit beneath it in the morning light;
with serenity;
and are happy bearers of a tiny breeze.
I am in awe of the Autumn leaves, little ornaments decorated against the baby blue sky.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
you are the river.
you're not the dirt that washes through it.
you're not the animal that drinks from the shore.
you're not the leaves that float in the current.
you're not the heat that dries the bed.
you're not the pollution that floods the stream.
you're not the frost that freezes the waves.
you're not the rain that floods the banks.
you're not what passes through you, harms you, oppresses you.
you are the river.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
Hues of gold hug the horizon,
The air is heavy with the scent of a rainy day,
A pride of lions moves its limbs with a motion of might,
A motion of magic precedes the pack.
A dragonfly bounces along the river of relief,
The sun sets its final shimmer of sophistication
Behind the silhouette of a striking baobab.
A pocket of air holds the wings of the stork in a mathematical manner,
as it sweeps over of the plateau of promise.
South Africa,
A nation in progress,
Where each combination of skin tones each have a story to tell of its own,
a story of history,
a story of might.
Long live the pride of lions,
the Giants of our Rainbow Nation who sow seeds of sunshine in every corner of the soil.
Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
our bodies are paint
with every motion of your body do you set a paint-stroke
upon the canvas of life.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
In Japan there is an art form
called kintsukuroi which means
to repair with gold
When a ceramic *** or bowls
would break the artisan would
put the pieces together again
using gold or silver lacquer
to create something stronger
forevermore beautiful than before
The breaking is never something
to hide
It doesn’t mean that the work of the art
is ruined or without value because
it is different than what anticipated
Kintsukuroi is a way of living that
embraces every flaw and imperfections
Every crack is part of the history of
the object and it becomes forevermore
beautiful
precisely because it has been
broken
I’ve told this story to tell you this
People are the same way
Being hurt or heart broken
or feeling broken generally
is not who you are
It is something that happens to you
Rise up stand proud and move forward
Stop looking about what the world says
about you and who you are
The value of your worth is more
than you can ever conceive
and when you trust
in your heart you’ll understand
the Power you house within
Cracks and all your true value
can never be lost in translation
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
Today I ran through the archives of the extensive library of memory,
in there I found various books with titles I have been longing to read;
"Days of shimmering sunshine,"
"Friendships forged for life,"
"The purple Barney I played with,"
"The best"
and "The worst."
I browsed through myriads of red and navy blue leatherbacks,
only to realize I found myself.
I found that it contained my dreams,
my fears,
my hopes
and even the reason for the selection of my favorite chocolate.
Memory reminds us of our essence.
The essence that brings tranquility to our souls on a chaotic day,
an essence that reminds us of our path that brought us to the destination of today.
Visit the library of memory often,
and remember to take a cup of steaming tea.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
A society lacking observation,
concentration,
too much confrontation,
temptation;
not enough collaboration,
reformation,
realization.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC