Is awareness I lack, I am unaware of that,
What can make my mind full mindful?
It is bringing me close to the count of the breath I take
But I unaware if I am still asleep when I wake,
What could possibly be blocking my sight
how to delve deeper in the insights,
am I lacking in anything?
What move do I play, do I need deep cleansing?
I am practicing daily to retain the bliss,
But by the end of the day, somehow it flees.

Olive tree standing tall on mountains top high.
Branches moving graciously
in the wind.
Little green leaves shimmering like emerald greens under the sun.
Then came a storm out of nowhere
everywhere flooded
Like Noah’s day.
Born was a sea above the land.
Olive tree hit rock bottom.
Still standing tall.
Branches still graciously moving
on the beat of turbulent waves.
Emerald green leaves now with silvery shine.

The branches of an olive tree are strong
Always moving, bending.
Resilient.
Never breaking.

Be like an olive tree
on the top of the mountain
or under the sea.


Shell✨🐚

People go missing from our lives
Either leave or disappear
Or may appear unfamiliar
Hard to feel they were once
Intimate part of your life
Had a place in your heart.

Then they depart
Either you let them go
Or they leave you.

Maybe after years
You remember them with silent tears
Wished they had not gone
You shouldn't have let them go.

Guilt sits a weight in your heart
It's you made them depart
You and you and you
It's why relationships are few.

Hold those few strong,
Who knows
You may again go wrong.

am I an observer
or a participator,
this life, a reel or real
am I whole, or partial?
this is all surreal
are we living
or watching time spill
doing nothing
rotating in this cosmic realm,
starting where we started,
ending where we end,
rolling the rock up the mountain
watching it fall
traveling back up again.
what is the deal?
we know the prison,
let's dig up the tunnel.


am I a spectator,
or a perpetrator,
this death, a dream or dire,
am I fractured, or entire?
this is all infernal,
are we decaying,
or watching shadows crawl,
doing something,
descending into this chthonic realm,
starting where we're buried,
ending where we're born,
our remains part of the earth,
watching it crumble,
crawling back down again.
what is the ordeal?
we know the freedom,
Are we combusting chemical?

What has the future in store for me
Maybe it can give me a sneakpeek of that story
I am crumbling thinking about it
it's called worrying I know
Just a small peek, that's all I want
Or maybe more, the more I learn more.