All the silence does not mean
You are alone,
It is the world waiting for you
To listen;
And in the darkness you are
Found by the light
Of your hope.

And in the tears of your
Pain you are born,
There you become stronger
And it creates order.

Pick up your flesh as your spirit
Lifts,
And speak your happiness
As if the tip of your tongue
Was the mountain's peak
Speaking at the sky,
The burden is a caged bird
And only the conscious can set
It free.
And sing to yourself so that
You know you are never alone
In your body.

Know that your crazy is beautiful
Because it makes you YOU,
Wear your skin like
Your cozy blanket and cuddle
In the warmth of yourself.
     You are not broken,
But scattered like the night
With pieces like stars shining,
    Open your pain and yourself
To the wound of the world and heal
Whatever you choose.

Hush Baby.

The sun is setting. The waves are crashing on to us.

Don't dive in deep, this place is a no man's land.

Not one has set foot here, the caves are deep. These whispers are ornaments that decorates her soul.

Don't play with this one's heart, her eyes are cold, her mind is set.

She throws looks that pierces through cracks in glass.

Don't take a chance. Don't speak a word. This one might just cut too deep.

Hush Baby. Don't come in and play, consider this a cautionary tale.

Two souls don't meet to crash in the middle, not tonight, not ever.

I never win,
Racing against dragonflies,
But I love it.

Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.
The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.
Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,
The heart that is not in love will fail the test.

From Thief of Sleep
by Shahram Shiva