The tiny boy looked at the tiny tree And it was big The tiny tree looked at a tiny building And it was huge Tiny building looked at the tiny ocean And it was large The tiny ocean looked at the tiny space And it was gigantic The tiny earth looked at the tiny universe And said it was enormous
Recently I came to the conclusion that our body's are perfect, it's taken a long time! The fact is we are all truly beautiful and diverse in shape and size. I no longer look at the symmetry; lips, forehead, broad or narrow faces, chins, noses, jaw, eyes, cheekbones, how clear and smooth is the skin; how tall or small the frame.
I've come to realise that over time, these comparisons are a form of physical nostalgia; just a combination of shapes reminiscent of the many people we have loved or admired throughout our lives, and that our body image has become a measure of our perception of our physical self, our feelings, our positively and our desires.
I've come to the conclusion that all vessels embody the beauty of the individuals they carry; because everybody is both body and soul.
Be nice Live politely Be small. Be small. Be small.
Be sweet Live righteously Be small. Be small. Be small.
I'm here but am I? I love all the street cats. I'm here but you won't see All the ancient souls in me. I'm here but am I? Instead I listened quietly. I'm here but oft forgot, Drain my empathy. I am right here, I am. With borrowed sorrow, I am here, right here, Listening. Listening. Listening.
I believe that there is someone for everyone, But it's keeping that someone that is hard, Stay conscious about them, Communicate with them, Think of them first, and sometimes second, Enjoy your time with them, Don't push your negativity on them unless welcomed too, These are simple things that many aren't able to do nowadays, I've seen it everywhere, I've done it before, Simple things have a large outcome and effect on yourself and others, Remember the simple things. And always remember. There is somebody for you, You just have to work for it, Work, to keep them in your life.
do you remember the gramophone funnel shaped speaker and its really bad tone the memory came back on this mornings walk not at all sure why, but I could sure hear it squawk the high tone sound of that very large disc you had to wind it up so, that disc would spin brisk
it was a joyful thought and set my mind at ease now have a good day with old memories please..
When did numbers lose meaning? When fifty-thousand started feeling small and two million start feeling just right- when one million is just the start and infinity is the cusp of the end the rim of a glass too deep to drink yourself out of.
When did 10 feel small? When we’re told at age 9 that there’s numbers far greater than just “ten” one-hundred, one-thousand, one hundred thousand, the list goes on and on so maybe that’s why 10 feels wrong.
When did numbers lose meaning? Perhaps it was the moment when we grow past single digits learn of the world and its numbers; crunched under the weight of a billion numbered souls.
Has anyone else felt like the older you get, the smaller otherwise big numbers feel?
Then it grows. It turns into actions. Malice. Not to others but to yourself.
The lines start small, Almost to faint to notice.
Then , they grow. They begin to deepen, In hopes of drowning out the pain. The pain of everyday life.
They hurt, But not as much as your heart does.
It starts small, As a thought. But as it grows, As it struggles to keep up with your flooding emotions. It begins to strangle you. The thoughts begin to hurt. They scream; Hear us Hear us , but what if We don’t want to hear them.
The thoughts that start those lines. The thoughts that starve us. The thoughts that deprive us of living a fufilled life.