From the warm breath of bright light, blue sky breaks through our dormancy. Cool breeze still keeps on bare air, whilst curved lines rise bound in time to care for the meaning of life.
We're expected to expand or contract, responding to vast constructs set upon us. It's easy to forget measures of the present tense. Stillness often corrects parallels to connect, as impulses bubble up to ****** inside the mind.
Characters unseen play amongst the set, there are integrated games we gain but our existence is said to be simplistic. Focus on your sense of self and betterment, less complicated within the riddles of preconditioning. Here to give, win and begin again.
But sometimes instead the weight doubles We carry something for so long And suddenly we don't know what's going on Dreams can shatter It feels like nothing will matter We try to move on forward But we realise we feel cornered Things happen yet time stands still Time passes yet it all stands still Life goes on.
Be still toward one’s heart, not letting it control one’s body… Be still toward one’s body, not letting it control one’s mind… Be still toward one’s mind, not letting it control one’s heart… Ultimately, all thing began from the heart. As such, we must live and fashion our way to our heart. To forgo all things... Let time fly by, as a long time friend would. Let life drift over our head, as the bird do. Let the wind embrace us as we ***** the hill, as nature wield. So long, so far, the Stillness of all things comes and go. Life are borrowed, not owned… When hollowed, we are simply paying back the debt we own. Heaven cannot move me, Earth cannot bend me, as such, my heart is truly still.
i'm five years old & i wait for you to look at my drawing and compliment me. . . . i'm ten years old & i wait for you to watch me while i play and protect me. . . . i'm fifteen years old & i wait for you to tell me it's ok and comfort me. . . . i'm twenty years old & i wait for you to realize i've lost my way and notice me. . . . i'm twenty five years old & i wait for you to take a few minutes and call me. - - - it's the eleventh hour & i'm still waiting for you
Still, I rise from the ashes And pieces unknown. Moments and memories, Dreams and mourns. Still, I rise like a plant That first pushes away the dirt Growing towards the sun In joy and mirth. And for the grass to seem greener, It has to constantly rain. And while it may seem duller, It washes away my pain. And I’ll rise from my remains Like a Phoenix from its ashes, A winner born out of Broken dreams, hopes, and wishes.
here's an ode to all those who continue to persevere no matter how hard it gets. keep going, you got this. you really do!