life always comes full circle
sometimes it will be good, other times hard
when it gets too much, just stop
close your eyes and go inside
ask yourself
what really matters
who am I
is this real?

why am I experiencing this emotion
your thoughts are created from your mind
are you the mind?

if you are not the mind
then you have the ability to handle this mind
and those thoughts
most of the time we get intertwined and lost
in the thoughts that create more thoughts
then we get lost in the games of our mind

but when we realise that
we are not this mind
we are a spirit
you are not your thoughts
you are not your mind

Shiva is the real you, stillness
Omnipresent spirit within you  
Is watching everything

the mind never stops, it
needs action
always
to do something
to feel anything?

your real purpose, true potential
it is a tool given to you
but now the tool has overtaken you
Oh how it turns into anxiety
As it has spiraled out of control
Like a wild horse broken free

It is all simple logic
we are just caught and overwhelmed
Shackled by our environment, held
you think you need to fight for it
so everything becomes a battle
but the moment you feel like you own it, you already have it
see how everything flows
you are in a prepared state
to receive

have faith and trust
that everything will come to you
nature has given us this body
to live a joyful life
we always have a choice
either to carry it and cry pain
or drop it and say
I don't want this

no matter what it is
just stop
this is not you.
meditate
clear your head
you choose your battles

be more forgiving to
yourself especially
don't be so ******* yourself
you, me, we are the creators

we hold the magic to create beauty art,
paintings, poetry, romance, all in vain
thinking we can control, inflict pain
running into shells like a shy turtle
this is the thought, the mind from which we suffer

life always comes full circle

And there it is, ah yes, red
The illusion’s been shattered
Broken pieces of glass all over
Painted generously with my blood

You cut yourself open
Then pass the knife around
Waiting for that piercing sound
I’m only human after all, aren’t I?
Maybe it’s a futile belief that I’m  
Not already six feet underground

Do you really believe this lie
Where you’re waiting to be found?
No one’s gonna come looking
My dear sweet little one
It’s time you forget that song

I’m here for you, I always have been
I’m tired now, yes I know
But I won’t give up on you
Even if the world ignores you
Even if it’s just us here again
We’ll sit and watch the rain
And one day, just one day
Maybe we’ll smile from
The heart again.

Until then, my dear little one
We’ll sing a song, play along
Hoping that it’s enough to carry on
And if its not, we’ll know we tried

Even if we are, aimlessly, futilely

Already six feet underground.

Maybe, someone will hear a sound.
Maybe, we’ll be found.

Till then, I take shelter in the ground.

Crying, but these are empty tears
Trying, but only wasted efforts
Believing, but we are hiding fears
Living, but not of the dreaming sorts

Dying, maybe this one hits the spot.
Or maybe, just maybe, trying
Flying, so we finally soar
Who are we kidding,
Lying, there you are.