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Michelle Paret Jul 2014
The disappointing truth is
No one likes you when you are happy
Or good at what you do
Or possess something they want

The rewarding truth is
Being an unbound soul
Maintaining noble silence
Observing and absorbing
Leads to something only few can understand

Time and people pass
Changing constantly
Situations
Problems and challenges
I promise they are only temporary
And it is the soul that can feel detached from it all that reaches real happiness
The one that can soak up all the experience it can
And remember it
Feel it
Study it
Look at it objectively without "I"

And then leave it
Forget and store it at once
That really wins

Just like chapters, phases and steps
They all lead to one truth
One understanding
That will make sense in the far long run

Realize that life and experiences are happening right before your eyes
This very moment

It is the depth of questioning
And the peak of ultimate
awareness
That cause me the greatest sorrow
Michelle Paret Jan 2014
Ever since I could remember
I have been so intrigued and intensly curious about space, the planets,
galaxies, the moon especially, black holes, and time travel
I would be in the happiest place on Earth at the Rose Space Center in New York City
The cosmos
They're mysteriously beautiful, captivating, divine
I vividly remember being 7 and 8 years old, looking up at the stars
with my dad or even alone and thinking
"What's out there? What is space?" I would crave to know.
I would pace back and forth thinking, just thinking for hours and hours a night what it all could be.
I now see that that was just my way of experiencing curiosity for something much bigger than humans (which I understand now is the Universe)
Realizing that there is something out there no one on earth could ever explain.
An energy, "god", a being, whatever you wish to call it.
That was my 7 year old mind conceiving those thoughts for the very first time and understanding what I was actually thinking.
The conversations my dad and I would have in our backyard about space
have become my most precious and cherished moments I have with him
I get lost in thought when space arises
It is a topic that I feel very close to, connected, one with
It brings an almost nostalgic emotion to me
A deep seeded love
I currently experience this same emotion with a few other cerebral passions,
but the thought of space was my very first
The second passion is something that is very special to me due
to the long hours and days and years I've spent learning as much as I possibly could
Psychology
About 5 or 6 years ago, I realized that I was increasingly curious and infatuated
with human behavior, body language, emotion
The natural drive in me that insists to look into other's minds has
never faded, only increased
There was a critical point in my metamorposis/enlightenment where I just stopped
I stopped everything that made my existence anything but an existence
I stopped talking
I began listening
I stopped looking away
I began watching
I stopped moving
I began sitting still
I had become a true listener, observer, meditator
Watching body language and two people having a conversation is
mesmerizing to me
How they move to express a notion
How odd we truly look
I apply the things I've learned in my everyday life
I notice patterns and quirks about everyone that they most likely don't even notice
It comes very naturally to me to be able to know just a little about
a person and figure out the rest entirely on my own
And when I later find out I was right, it just makes me
feel even closer to that person
(For a very, very long time, I would conceal my thought processes and the things
I was truly passionate about because I always knew I thought very differently
than my peers
I began to believe, maybe I was just "weird"
But during the early stages of my metamorphosis/enlightenment, I realized that I am not.
I am special. I am something not everyone can be
I am something that possesses a soul so warm and spacious that it took me
17 years to grasp and connect to
My soul is as light and wispy as the finest, graceful feather getting
blown by the gentle wind on the bay
No one else can feel the way I feel
The way my soul feels when I am experiencing love, or friendship)
Now
The third, most exponential passion
Astrology
The absolute most mind-wrenchingly perfect combination of the cosmos and Psychology
It welcomes me to solve my instinctive, cerebral yearning drive to probe into someone
else's mind, soul, body and see them for exactly who they are
in their natural soul state
Astrology explains everything, absolutely everything
I ever was, am, and will be. It is so incredibly dead accurate about me that
shying away from this study would be the biggest lie to myself
I became genuinely interested and educated in Astrology during an odd time
during my metamorphosis/enlightenment, but has definitely
molded my energies into who I am today, right now at this very moment (cliché, yes I know)
and guided me toward true, deep, self love and a mind of endless possibility
The feeling I experience when I am speaking to anyone about Astrology and they
ask me all these questions about it,
being able to give them in-depth answers is the greatest
feeling in the world
I lose complete track of time and could talk over night not realizing
how long I have been talking for

It's the passions like these that make life beautiful
The passions like these make one wonder, act, and seize
the things they were destined to be here for.
I am blessed by the Universe Herself
Her love for me is so pure and prominent that I have fallen in love
with Her
Maybe this will all come together in some sort of way
that would make me think
"So this is why..."
I wonder
I love
I see
Michelle Paret Aug 2013
Thick, metal chains wrap around her neck and lungs
Grip tighter and tighter with every day she's forced to put on a front
She is sweating
And breathing hard
Her breaths feel short and quick
White knuckling the chains and pulling as hard as she can
With all her mind power, demanding to break free
But nothing happens
She remains stuck
It is pitch black
And ice cold
And though she is suffering worse than ever before
Her mind stays pure and divine
Strong willed and unbreakable
Buddhism has saved her mind and soul
She is aware of her mental strength
And grateful for her beautiful fate
But the somber reality of her current state is hell
Frustration is her motivation and her gift of self love is immaculate
Soon the chains will disintegrate
And she will run wildly into the land of balance and harmony that she's already created for her soul
Michelle Paret Jul 2013
I barely had a social life growing up
And not because I couldn't make friends
I was just never interested in what everybody else was doing
I was more concerned with poetry and meditation
New York City and space exploration
I did not care to get drunk
And take hundreds of pictures of myself intoxicated for no reason at all
I was learning astrology
And becoming mesmerized by Psychology, philosophy, and art
I was questioning religion and science
While my peers were questioning which party to go to that night
And when they were planning what to do that weekend
I was planning what to do with the rest of my life

I found my soul alone on Magic Mushrooms in my mother's bathtub
I found Buddhism
The absolute best thing that has ever entered my life
I'd prefer hanging out with my family over kids from school almost any day
And though many will read this and assume I was lonely
I rarely ever was
I thoroughly enjoyed spending my weekends alone
I enjoyed hearing just my thoughts and allowing my mind to wander endlessly
And I wouldn't take any of it back
I love myself
And am so excited to spend the rest of my life with myself
My peers may have gotten popularity and admiration
But I got wisdom and self love

I don't believe my life has started yet
I believe that everything good coming to me, hasn't yet arrived
I know I am destined for something beautiful and great
Michelle Paret Jul 2013
I tend to get these intense, random waves of clarity and realization
I feel light as a feather
And for literally 3 seconds
Everything makes sense
I somehow manage to tell myself "remember this feeling so you can describe it"
But I never can find the words
Or the pen and paper in time
I wish our brains kept a log of all our thoughts and emotions
And we could somehow access them...
Michelle Paret May 2013
We
We do not just live on Earth
And we do not just belong to Earth
Matter of fact
We are Earth
Everything we're made up of is Earth
Our flesh, hair, skin and bones
We are meant to live as one with Her
We are equipped and designed to live off of the land

We do not criticize Mother Nature
Nor do we attempt altering Her to make her "better"
Therefore; do not criticize your Self
And do not alter your Self
We were made flawless
Society has created "flaws"
Not Mother Nature
We believe She is perfect
We see Her beauty in everything She is
Why don't we feel the same about our Selves?
There are numerous flower breeds
Yet we find them all impeccable and uplifting
Us humans are just as much a part of nature as everything we see around us is
The trees, the sun, birds and the ocean
We do not pin point a single tree
Or a single bird
And look for its faults and imperfections
It's nature
It is simply perfect
And there is no justifiable reason as to why we don't see our fellow humans the same
Michelle Paret May 2013
Since the age of five
The same dream has visited me every night I've slept with a fever
A lucid dream
Mindlessly wondering for all these years
What does this dream mean?

The fever approaches
I am eager to sleep that night
I know exactly where I'll be going

The color scheme is Sepia
I am living on the prairie
About 30 years old
I am calm and full of peace
Content
I am sitting on a rocking chair on a porch
The view is impeccable
Beautiful open land
And a serene sunset to match
I feel I am one with my surroundings
I have been here my whole life and don't know any different
Nor do I feel as if I want to know any different
I am home
The scene quickly fades
A new one arises

I am now sitting inside my home at table
Turned to the side
There is a barrel full of water in front of me
I am wringing a rag
Washing clothes with my hands
I sense I am a mother
Once again
The scene fades
A new vision is present

Holding a rake
Raking the fields for crops
I look up and see my home
Small and cozy
I sense the feeling of pure comfort
The sun is warm
I somehow am aware that I have a family
Yet I never see them

I have no thoughts during this dream
I only feel
The dream hasn't changed once
And my fevers never fail to take me back
To what I firmly believe
Was my *past life
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