Wide open, percolation
I breathe in, my own natural rhythm
I feel my entire being
open -- to myself.

I feel sensations, but it is not dramatic
Sometimes gentle stillness;
Other times, downpours ecstatic

Such fullness, in all that I AM,
And;
Simultaneously empty

I AM here,
             I feel movement
                         As it perfectly gushes through me

An absolute trust
           Not in something else anymore
                     But in who I AM
                             And it never fades

I allow myself now
            My spirit alive,
      Constantly singing
                    the song of my soul

Magic was always real
          Just as I knew
                 A harmonious reunion, here with you
                          As I now live my truth.

the woman in white said to me
“have you not learned?”
she picked up my thoughts with her hands
and held them away from me
so that all that was left was a blank, white, light.

look up at her, holding my thoughts
never realized you are limbo itself
when you reside there

she said
“be here!”
and threw my thoughts back down on me
suddenly i was lying on my bed
one leg under covers
one leg out
cars zooming under my window
sun barely peeking through my blinds.

Should I be sad

For I love you
You could break me,
You could make me,
You could hurt me,
You can even play me.

Tho I love you even more,
I rendered my heart as a home at no cost,
I traded my happiness for you and My comfort for your pleasure,
My presence you'll crave for,
I trade my time to be with you, and My everything for your something,
At the end what do I get.

When i wake every night the words that ponder my mind are ...
Do I deserve to be happy?
Can good people ever get what they want?
Could i ever be loved the way I want to?

I stare at my blank wall and
All I could hear is my heart beat,
In an empty room as well as my mind,
Should I be sad? for that's the only words that runs down my spine ....
hey
Until I find am answer I'll never stop asking .

amidst where I was lost,
you existed beneath the hue.
soon, I hope our lives will cross.
this time, I won't let go of you.

I reach my hands
Yearning for a soothing presence
And find my eyes
Looking back at me
Because I’m truly alone
But not lonely.

Suffer not fools  kindly
be straight in command of presence
stray not to soften a vent
let breath be guided to its own air