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"Will we be together soon?"
"I guess. We'll never know what's forever if we just let it pass, right?"
ya Allah pusing
a young married couple
enter the temple &
sit down
in their designated positions,
the Wife asks the Master :
"when will the suffering end?"
the Master looks at her
with innocent eyes
(takes a deep breath before responding) :
"it never ends"
(she becomes in a shocked trance)
the Master then continues his guidance
as following :
"one only found out
how to handle it better,
to keep it far,
far, far, far away"
(the Master takes another deep breath)
"far away from the skin,
far away from the heart,
far away from home..."
they all shiver in coolness
all at once &
the couple bow down to the Master
as a gesture to leave,
they head outside
with some heaven inside &
continue their silent walk
up along the silent mountain...
Soaking our feet and feeling the warm sand.
Sometimes a cold black one.
It's not only the shore making us what we are.
It's a big deep place.
All the monsters and stories stored there.
Waiting for the lonely times, for the sunset, when everybody packs their things up and moves on to their own seas.
A big deep place shaping our sharp sides, turning them out to softer and rounded pieces, but sometimes...sharper.
A space where we navigate by ourselves watching the navy blue water, this time hoping the water won't reach our necks again.
Taking our boat once again to the shore soaking our feet and feeling the sand sometimes warm, sometimes a cold black one
Balaguer Jul 9
It's easier to walk in between the doors of hell
Resilient and motivating
heaven is repulsive
Ditch the two dead birds
bald dead deer still bleeding
and angry white wolves
Subliminally content with the context
your out of context is much more subjective
keep walking

®KS
I used to know
Some things don’t necessarily happen just by chance
but come about with actions we do or not in advance.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why does suffering come to the weak and feeble?
Misery doesn't come to us simply
Whatever fruit we plant, will grow on the tree

Why do we see good people suffer?
They pray to God, but are denied supper
The result is not God's decree
It's a Universal Law, you will soon agree

The bad you do, comes back to you
As you sow, so shall you reap
If you want apples, you must plant apples
Otherwise, there will be no apples on your tree

People think that it is God in heaven
Giving cruel orders from cloud eleven
Is it true that God is passing the decree?
Or is it a law unfolding that we see?

The law is known as the Law of Karma
It is this law that causes all the drama!
If you understand the law, you will agree
That apples can't grow on a mango tree!

There will be no reaction, unless there is an action
There will be no effect unless there is a cause
Apples or mangoes, be it one, two or three
What we plant, is what we will see on the tree

But why do bad things happen to good people?
We hear people question, but the logic is feeble
It is expecting apples to appear on a mango tree
But how can apples grow on a mango tree?

Is this something difficult  to understand?
Is it unique or does it happen in every land?
The fruit you plant, will be the fruit on the tree
Just like there are mangoes on every mango tree

Have you seen a new born suffer?
Some are born fortunate, the circumstances differ
There must be a reason, you will agree
Otherwise, why would this ever be?

We may not remember, but the law remembers the past
Whatever we do, will be counted till the last
Good or bad, whatever be the degree
Will appear as the fruit that we planted on the tree

Some people question, “Is there life after death?”
Or is the story over when we take our last breath?
When we watch some children born with a smile and glee
We realize this is no magic, nothing happens for free


All this happens by a law on earth
There is no luck or chance involved in our birth
Fortunate or unfortunate, doesn't come randomly
The circumstances of our birth don't just happen simply

Who is in charge, who controls our destiny?
Is there a power that is issuing the decree?
Happy or unhappy, can prayer make it be?
Or is it our own deeds that will make our destiny?

Till when will we live in ignorance and cry?
Looking at our misfortune and then asking why
As long as we don't realize the law of destiny
Whatever are our deeds, our future will be

If we want to live in bliss and peace
If we want all our miseries to cease
Our life can be a jamboree
If we learn the Universal Law of the tree

Bad things can't happen to good people, you must know
This is the law that exists in our life show
If there is tragedy, then don't disagree
It is what we planted that is appearing on our tree
astrid Jun 17
I just want to be the type of person that makes people feel better about things. I want to carry light and childlike wonder and giddy silly things, always. I want to always be pointing out dogs sticking their faces out of car windows and tiny little flowers growing on the side of the road. I want to call out the unique stuff in people and never miss an opportunity to compliment someone’s quirks. I want to sing really badly in the car and tell dumb jokes, not giving a gosh **** what people think. I want to speak like I’m telling the story of the first time I saw a sunset, no matter what I’m talking about. I just want to be excited and glad to be here, even when things hurt. I want to feel it all, but at the end of the day just be so purely me, an odd gal, thrilled to be a kid of the King, still trying so hard to do this life thing.
Kairosclere Jun 12
It’s just
Easier
To write about 
Objects
Because while most people
Are monotonous
Objects at least
Have variety.
please just show affection to me
act like you care
message me
talk to me
about anything
ask if I'm okay
comfort me if I'm not
please just pretend you want me
so that my pretending feels real
please let me lie to myself
found out this guy i'd fallen for pretty hard asked out someone else
i just needed him to show some semblance of caring so that I could fool myself that he liked me too but I don't know what to do with this information
S Smoothie Apr 13
Another meaningless title

Another stab in  the dark

Grabbing for whispers of love

Smoke in the dark

Slipping through my fingers

Easy to see

Intangible

Hard to capture in Word

The usual description won't fit

Comfortable madness

I'm bareft at the thought of thoughts with out it

stranger to say I'm happy with even the least of

The best of it

Could I even hope to capture

Just one look

One millisecond of recognition

In the eyes I'm too afraid to look in

I swear I know you so well

If only vacant eyes could see the power

Of what could be, yet couldn't fathom

The despair if what was made, was not...
What ever you find, make the best of it xo
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