Beauty be what beauty find
In hopeless wavering, wandering mind
In shallow swamps of poor intention
And broken wisdom without mention
Of the scattered thought and vague reply
To a disconnected moral cry:
That without ego, without shame
Without trust in a foolish game
A body starved of love, of life
Find only pain and only strife
So seek not from another's eye
But look within and love inside

Here.
This is where you belong.
And no where else will you be found.

In the absence of one,
Find that you belong to the darkness.
You are washed in it.
And in no other darkness will you be found.

In the possession of one,
Know that you belong to the light.
You are bathed in it.
And in no other light will you be found.

In the surrender,
The space between the two.
This place is where you belong.
And in no other place will you be found.

a quiet perspective
for those who view life in shades of beautiful
in all colours of wonderful and strange
a rare treasure
the internal kind
they govern what is unspoken, but rather felt
a gift
the world they hold inside is always bright
even without light, it produces it's own
the belief in something is the creation of it

we are the mind, manifested
there are few who can express
in any spoken language
the beauty of the mess inside
we have yet to learn the words to detail
to encompass
to translate our truth

so we struggle in our definitions
we follow different patterns to see if they match our own
there is a balance
for those who can weave through it
who glimpse what is desperately sought after
they possess the internal kind

the knowledge that there is something we search for
even when we are absent to it's thought
it is the answer to questions we have yet to ask
found in the small moments
the subtle feeling
the intuitive
the quiet perspective

Be relentless
Radiate love, in all it's forms
Let it leak from your bones
Wring it out until you are dripping in it
Do not fall into apathy
And when you think you have no more,
Find more
Give more
Be more

Bleed resilience
Sweat persistence
Break your fragile bones
Against these cold stones
You see this wall,
Was always built to fall

We are ignorant of our own design
We fail to see the stitches on the inside
That never heal but rather bind
We are the feeling, the intuitive
Sweet creatures you search to find
But we built monsters
To fight these demons
That run raging and wild between us
We pray to end the storm
For distant winds to change form
They paralyze, these words unkind
So we pray to wash ashore
On the sands of our subconscious mind

You are in possession of a most beautiful gift
That which allows you to think and to feel
In equal measure and with intensity
Both hold the very real power to ruin you
So be gentle with yourself
For you child, are one of head and heart
Logic and intuition carry a necessary contrast
For what is light without the dark?