"What is your talent? Can you show me?" He asked me, obliviously.

"My affinity isn't something that can be seen." I replied. "It isn't a fancy circus trick, like juggling, nor is it the astonishing spectacle of a painting. It isn't the beauty of a voice, or the magnificent sound of music to the ears. My ability is from the inside, from the way one simple sentence could turn your whole life around. It's the way words could understand you like nobody ever can, the way quotes or phrases fill the emptyness of your heart, and the way it awakens a sensation you may have never been able to feel before. So, no, I cannot show you what my talent is, as it is the way I can transfer a set of emotions to you with just the enunciation of a word."

And with that, I, yet again, rendered another soul speechless.

You know what the worst thing about feeling empty, while being in pain is? It's the fact that although you feel every single fracture and dent of your heart, you feel too hollow, too empty that you can't do anything about how you feel but sit there and wait for it to pass over. There is nothing that can be done to relieve it, and that is why it is one of the worst feelings you could ever feel.

Would you journey with me into a vulnerable breaking open in the psyche, where it is said that the milk of grace starts to flow?

Come then, ! Listen! No.Really.Listen

Can you hear the sound of this vibrant brightness?
Sweeping across the flower petals of this existence,

bathing everything in its bountiful cascades of light
ever emitting the low frequency wum and thrum
as it get louder, awakening the primal {om} of moaning,

Fall swiftly into remembrance of  this sacred landscape
Where the bound, captive, and fearful cries of lovers

Dared to break free
from their self-assembled prison
courageously chanting Ohm and Uhn and without censor

While liberation fills space, we begin to notice the root of the sound comes from the combined emptiness of these self-tuning, self-replicating, self-transcending instruments.  The space between the notes lingers in the  perpetually perceptual reality of exchanged and hollow breaths

The cosmic conductor reminds us of the rhythm and signature,
[4/4] A one, a Two, a Three, A. . , . . , . . , . . , IT BEGINS AGAIN

∞Movement and rest∞
movement∞rest.
Wipe the wet hair from your eyes
and take a   d    e   e  p    breath,

This is the punctuation of the moment
unfurling it’s lotus blossom
from our hearts into our being

Witness how the silence offered by such ever present union elicits glimpses of the Self above the self.  
Be still and die and such an emptiness will appear and you too will take part in the Sacrament.

Can you hear me???
Is anyone out there???
My blitheness is departed,
I sit wondering, where I went wrong..
The pain of being alone is vigorous.
The thoughts in my head have me wishing ,
To lay in a snowy inky pothole.
I failed this life,
I feel so solo,
My true hue evaporate.
Now i am,
Senseless
Helpless
Breathless.
Endless scuffles makes scar's on me.
With hope..
A Second glance..
Annoyed.
Can you hear me???
Can you hear me!!!

I see the light.
I see the sand between my toes.
I see the waves tides high.
I see kid with smiles sky high,
As they play in the sand and the sun shines bright.

Then my world turns dark.
I don't see the sunlight.
I don't see the high tides or smiles sky high.
All I see is you with her full of happiness while I lay dead in emptyness.

Utter desire
To make her mine
Lonely heart
Needs, nongenetic part
Skinny fist
Wants, grip of wrist
Unfortunate soul
Desperate, be cured
Utter desire
To make her mine
Utter desire
To claime her mine

I listened to the sounds of a nights life as it was on truest display.
On yet another dead end night.
No deadlines, no friends to annoy, no voices to echo shattered thoughts together.  

Long since had the audience grown cold and I simply deaf to their presence nothing drowns an ego worse than the reality's of a distant storm.

I listened like a ghost story.
A child's fears matched only by the amazement of what never could be and the night kept rhythm with my soul as emptiness washed the troubles aside for now .

Sometimes nothing.
Holds you closer than any lover shall.

We are lost to our thoughts and me just lost for the sake of being gone.
I enjoy my distance now the wolves can call but no longer do I feel the burden to run .

Nothing is as peaceful as knowing the hand doesn't have to yearn for the pen.
Simply let the thoughts go as they linger in seconds my hours were never wasted .
For what never was could never be lost.

Time tells me I'm done .
And the night simply speaks to me in gentle whisper of darkness .
Be bound not by shackles for now you are free .

Føler ikke glæde Men heller ingen sorg
Føler mig ikke fortabt Men heller ikke fuldendt
Føler ingen smerte Men heller ingen glæde
Føler mig ikke hel Men heller ikke halv
Føler mig ikke vissen Men heller ikke blomstrene
Føler intet for dig Som du føler for mig
For tiden er gået i stå rundt om mig, og jeg føler  **Intet

Words silly things
Letters with meaning
Still meaningless