When you're walking down the loneliest road
And bad weather is before you
Don't forget that even in the hard times
Your Creator walks right beside you.

Hide your disappointment
Lock it all away
Wait until it burns you down
Or sets in, here to stay.

Never show your weakness,
Tuck it deep inside
Keep it out of sight and mind
Until your thoughts collide.

Cloak your heart's desire
Don't let wishes in
The drive that takes you onward
Will never let you win.

These lies fire the defeated
They goad the aimless on
And if you listen to them
You'll soon be good as gone.

No longer are you running from yourself
For yourself is someone else.

The closer I became
The further I fell away
And the harder I began to fall  
The further I was from it all.

So I came back to the sea
It's always had a hold on me
You drew me closer to You
As the tide pulled, I was too

The forests were drowning in shade
I knew they couldn't hide me anyway
The sky was everywhere
When I plumbed the depths, You were there.

Even if I should flee this world
I couldn't slip from Your grasp, Lord
Even when the oceans roar
I hear Your call more.

My fears crushed me
until
You crushed all my fears.

My oceans froze over
All my skies grew dark
But Your life sparked a fire
And Your hope warmed my heart.

The world is so big,
never thought it could hold so much
So many places to go,
but I never find my way home

Maybe I'm too picky-choosy
thinking nothing's good enough
Maybe I'm too prideful
or foolish to know that

Your love is my home
Your hands hold my reality
Your peace is my resting place,
                  nothing could replace
The home I have in You.

Even though I was lost
so caught up in my own world
You held my hand
and I knew it was always Your plan.

Your love is my home
Your hands hold my reality
Your peace is my resting place,
                       nothing could replace
The home I have in You.

I'm slowly realizing
slowly figuring out
That all my days of hiding
You were what life was about.

I'm taking responsibility
for the life You've called to own
For the only way I can make it
is to acknowledge Your love is home.

I'll have my heart in a gift box wrapped in see-through,
embellished with flowers, dedicated to you.
I'll spread a smear of glitter on it, maybe a little gold too,
so it doesn't seem so bitter, so overdue.

I hope it's vivacious; if it was pumping still,
and with prudent words you would overkill.
Its liveliness--once, now long forgotten--will decay in your palms.
Daffodils and daisies will melt into your hands, betraying all qualms.

Being the human that I am, obliged me to always seek knowledge.
I loved everything. Everything was a wreckage.
The fact that humans can cause this much damage enlightened me,
yet the thought of persuing self-destruction further could never set me free.

I was distraught till I was numb to the bones,
paralyzed on the cold tiles, silencing my own moans,
because what future awaits those who are namely the sick-minded,
the delusional, the know-it-all, the blindsided?

For spectators like us, we set everything into action,
to those who are less fortunate; the earth is flattened.
Their ideas, their meticulous theorems and allegories would all be dispersed,
by those who ignited the fire from the beginning. By the universe. By us.

People continuously follow a religion of which has preconditioned regulations that disregard all science and also leave no allowance for the follower to use an open mind and discover the road that best suits them on their own. They preach to unknown past lives that claim to be the only ones who knew the answers and the way to maintain a successful journey is by their standards alone instead of teaching the follower to look into their own being.

You can't discover the truth by denying your right to knowledge. This I will never understand. This is why I choose spirituality over religion. I choose the buddhist philosophy to help light my way while I create my own steps through inner peace, science, the mind and knowledge gained.

I am finally waking up.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

we live lives so close together and yet so far away.
moving metal boxes give us the illusion of separation,
and our houses set the boundary of privacy.

In the end, the great equalizer brings us all back to the soil.
We are united in death to be connected again to the earth,
but some of us want to be separate even in death and
decompose privately in a metal box.  

What are the boundaries that separate me from you?  
for a brief instant our lives touch as your eyes read my words,
and my heart touches your heart.  In that moment of connection,
we become little more free of the apathy and disconnection
that's all around us.