We’re everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve touched and everything that has ever touched us.
Through every adventure, every escapade, each experience is defining, all that we’re is all that we know.
So what are we if not an accumulation of our memories, an agglomeration of all our knowledge.

Each person is a module, a separate part of the whole, to see the picture in its completion, each segment like puzzles must converge and form as a complete unit, individuality is a disease.

Have no identity, this is the highest form of wisdom, not becoming.
Because becoming or being is a crystallization, and all types of labeling is connected to the ego.
So become not, die every moment, this is what theses so called “wise” people mean, to change, move, or you rot.
The moment you give yourself an identity is the moment you die, one has to become so egoless that you almost become invisible, unnoticed, because the ego is seeking visibility, form, become unnoticed and so you become part of everything else in existence. I’m sorry to say this but there is no focus point, life is peripheral, the idea of being special is wrong, you’re not special, there’s no standing out, everything in life is equal, you’re no different from an insect, an ant, a spec of dust or a grain of sand, or anything.

Like some forests we generate our own rain, our own pain and sadness, but surely everything is in need of watering.

So be sad if you must, let these clouds gather, let them darken your days, let the drops fall, as it pours rivers shall form upon your face.

Be sad if you must, let these tears be of nourishment, for your mind, your body and soul, and over time these little seeds within you will be watered and start to grow.

Inside you all sorts of positivity will bloom, similar to flowers, to trees, to shrubs, and there you will lie within the garden of gardens, with peace and love.

Funny how i feel blue,
yet all i see are grey clouds,
There’s no sun beaming through the canopy, only rain that falls.

In a sense we are all larvas and this world our cocoon, our chrysalis. Sometimes what you’re going through requires isolation, a process that comes with a lot of pain.
The cells in your body will be working towards change, towards rebuilding themselves.
So whether it be mental, emotional, spiritual, or even physical, remember that it is a process of cultivation, a process of development and reshaping of the self. And so in this moment you’re enveloped by darkness, but it is in this darkness that you shall find the light, and it is here that you shall develop your wings and consciously break though and transform into your higher self, the butterfly.

One day this flame will no longer hang on the wick of this candle.. but oh the irony, how we’re burning ourselves out.

We could imagine life and death as day and night, being awake and falling asleep. Throughout our active lives we go through a lot mentally, physically and emotionally, so it is only right that we must close our eyes when the night comes, it is only right that we must die, in life only death could ever give us true rest.

Ever since we left the womb, most of us have had this innate fear of getting trapped in inclosed spaces, confinement.. well, did it ever occur to you that maybe we’re beings destined to roam freely however we wanted, nothing to hold us down, maybe like flowers in bloom, we’re meant to open up facing the sun, the light, the empty space.. and though in the darkness we grew, in the sun we completely blew up, each petal reaches its own way, each limb stretches out in the waiting of a hug from the universe, itself. It is no coincidence that labour in modern day society gives us anxiety, because through our hearts, through our bodies, it permeates no feeling of freedom, maybe because we’re under restraint, under authority, you can not move however you want to, at work, anywhere, a claustrophobic feeling that has clung to our hearts, surrounding it like iron bars, unlike the ribs of course that are protecting it.
Everywhere we go, we’re never free, similar to birds in captivity, we’ve become oblivious to the wings that once lifted us off the ground and into the ether, forgetting the ability of flight, confined to tight spaces, encumbered by these invisible walls society has built for us.

We imprison plants to small amounts of dirt within vases, and when the plant grows big and branch out beyond our satisfaction we cut and trim them down, maim and mutilate them, that is the standard.
We were once connected to nature but now we’ve become too civilized, and since we can not be in nature we try to bring nature to us, we try to tame nature.
We do everything to make our lives more attractive, the ego is the tree that is decorated in all our desires, we need to be stripped of our embellishments.
We domesticate animals so that we can live with them, because w’ve been domesticated ourselves. We’ve lost touch with the natural ways, this is why we feel sick, our lives are artificial.
And so we do this with dogs and animals, we breed them to perform for us, disable them to help us when we’re disabled, or because we find them cute and desire these physical treats, so they grow up with health issues.
We feel imprisoned ourselves, that is why we try to imprison everything else. Everything we do, we do it with motive, we want to profit from everything that we’re doing, and so we plant trees to be in their shadows.
We grew sick the  moment we gave power to our thoughts.
And now we’ve imprisoned ourselves to our beliefs and doctrines, to our knowledge and understanding, not knowing that what we’re trying to follow is just ourselves, and like a dog trying to bite its own tail, we go in circles.

“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.

The whole of life is a miss understanding, to see the world afresh as the moment we were born, all self conditioning must expire, and thus must be quelled.
The true beauty of life like a fog has long been blanketed by our own perception, restricting us from seeing life as it is, naked.

For you my love is a universe,
A sky luminous with stars,
Vast, ageless, and ever expanding,
Every celestial sphere lambent is thought of you, blinking, shimmering in distance,
Some of them are bright and others dim,
But to me they are all equally alluring,
Equally beautiful.

Similar to waves or rivers, we can only move forward when we’re changing, or else there’s no progress... else we become stagnant and rot where we are clinging to everything we’ve been gathering.
All that we carry holds us down, in life there’s nothing to hold on to, this only adds to our weight, not allowing us to move on, we become heavier and heavier.
We’re here to experience, to see and touch but not to claim anything for our own, because nothing belongs to us, not even ourselves.
When we put back everything that we have been carrying, each day we become lighter and lighter, thus like a feather we float through life unencumbered, and then living would not be as harsh as we think it is.

My dear friend, do not seek perfection, it is but an illusion, a man made mirage.
They say a gem can not be polished without friction, but a gem is already beautiful whatever form or shape it has taken, it does not need polishing or friction to become more alluring, and to who?
What are these standards, do not force yourself one way, when all ways are possible, you do not have to trim your branches, do not cut off your limbs, each petal, each leaf is beautiful whatever way they have chosen to grow, cherish these offshoots and do not be ashamed of them, these are not your flaws, they are part of your ever being, do not let the fixing become a fixation, there’s nothing wrong with you, only right.

Heartbreak, the epicenter of mans transition into the world of poetry.
It is here his life is shaken, here he trembles and quakes, here the shock waves radiate.
Here man explodes and words erupt out of his core like lava through a mountain, here each sheet of paper is colored in his soul, here his heart burns and his true emotions are manifested.

She said, **** looks and money,
You’re like books and sunny days, I’m hooked to you like bees to honey, you’re like a brook that is running straight, to my heart.. you move so stunningly, your elegance left me shook, when you stood just in front of, me.

She said after all maybe i am a gold digger and you’re the mountain that I chose to ascend, maybe I am here to explore and delve into your hidden inner world, so tell me, what treasure lies within your deepest caves, how far does your emptiness reach and what is it that I shall find in the end.

Imagine life as a movie, the sun as the flash of a camera, earth as a scene on which you perform, and the stars like eyes gazing in wonder, do your best, and expose the beauty of your artistry, the whole universe is watching.

We all stand on the shoulders of giants, we’re all offspring’s of another, but only those who’s work is seminal should be revered, if your work does not influence or have an affect on another human being for the better, it’s not enough. Each of us are touched in one way or another, through the heart or through the soul, and we’re all tethered together by these invisible threads, this should be called true immortality, your work reverberating, passing through other human beings, as it goes on forever, throughout eternity.

We’re too zoomed in, too obsessed with details, our vision is microscopic, it’s concentrated, tense and without any relaxation.
Our field of vision is narrow, there’s no observation outside the central area of focus.
But from time to time even the artist and painter must step away and see his work from afar so that he does not get lost in the details.
We never see things a whole, this has always been a part of the doctrine, everybody is seeking for their own, focused on personal identity and autonomy.
You’re taught to be self reliant and assertive, independent, but all this is keeping you away from seeing the bigger picture.
We lack human qualities, or characteristics like being kind, being self sacrificing, dependable and generous, people’s self image is defined in terms of “I” or “me”, this is not you, it’s your ego.

Light a candle in the dark and lead yourself to the light, when you’re there blow it out and see the hell in this life, you’re surrounded by darkness under the spell of the night, but even in total blackness shines the smallest of lights.

I met a soul, beautiful,
No matter what, she matters most,
So everyday I send her letters to let her know that I won’t let her go,
My love for her, I let it flow and let it grow,
Let it slowly expand within me explode and throw me at her like stones in catapults, my home is the heart that beats under her flesh and the corral of bones, so let me die there, bury inside a tomb in your catacombs.

The root of all your problem lies in thinking that you’re important, our idea of importance is completely wrong. Also, you’re scared that you’re not important, so you rely on religion or any fantasy possible for comfort. The idea is to never ever feel more important than anything that exists here with you, not even a spec of dust or a grain of sand. You must be humbled to the core. Because that we “think” that we can “think”, we’ve created an illusion that we have a bigger purpose than everything else existing, we’re trying to separate ourselves from life, but we’re but a limb that we’re trying to pull apart, so we hurt ourselves. Become humble, I’m not trying to sound wise or anything, this is honest honesty, the more humble you become, the easier life will get, because you are trying to be in control, thus you interfere with nature. Control is like straining of muscles, contraction, it is rigid, anything that does not move or integrate, rots,  letting go is like the dissolvement of ice in water, you become one with the thing, so you don’t have carry yourself, it actually carries you. So we try to understand and figure things out, but the true truth is that you’re part of the figure. I’ll quote Manly P. Hall, he said, “We’re the gods of the atoms that make up ourselves, but we’re also the atoms of the gods that make up the universe.”

I cry when I remember, for what once was a blaze is now but dying embers, the child is no more, the light is dim, my life, it’s as cold as nights in December, the end is nigh, of what I used to be, I am now but a remnant.

Expose yourself to the natural radiations of life, the cosmic waves of energy, so that even when you’re in darkness, you’ll still be emitting light, become phosphorescent.

My own people say that all of my sadness I’ve feigned, but what you feel inside often is very hard to explain, and now I’ve become accustomed to the dark clouds, the pellets of frozen rain, the dryness of the cold winds that has burned my face, do I ever want the storm to abate.

Oh sadness, your crowns are overarching, will a beam of light ever penetrate those dark leaves, from where does this pain stem, rooted my heart deep, my branches are heavy, my head is down and my stalks weak, my efforts seem to bear no fruit, will I ever reach the canopy.

The soul was created by the ego, because even after death, it can not accept not existing anymore.
If you ask me, not even the flesh itself should make you substantial, not even if you cast a shadow.