#selfrealisation
Happiness comes from
somewhere
far away
Happiness comes from
what the world could not stave
For I reach out to the light
but inside I find
nothing but a reflection
I face
no comprehension
and I reach out again
with
nothing;
in my hand,
my heart,
my soul,
my self,
unbeknownst of the answer
I already
held.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
I don't imitate,
I learn, and hope to become --
who I will be then.
Sep 1, 2022
Sep 1, 2022 at 2:43 AM UTC
There exists no light in a cave
Not a single spec,
except
Heart
Dusty and fragile at a glance
but beneath several layers,
it blooms like a thousand suns
It’s beauty is not a compromise
You don’t have to beg for it’s light,
and in the future eye
That’s what you’ve to realise
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 4:52 AM UTC
I often dream of porcelain skies,
It’s smooth and fragile surfaces enticing me to thoughts of better times.
With a glass hammer I break the sky,
And, as the hammer breaks in my hand and tears at my flesh, I dye the porcelain a deep crimson red.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
Crushed flowers are beautiful,
dried, pressed
not useful but certainly nice to look at
My sister affectionately called me a 'delicate little flower' one of the many times you made me break down, crushed from false accusation
until i eventually dried up
pressed myself until the pain no longer hurt.
I wondered why i had become such a fragile thing
shouldn't heartbreak build you up, a learning experience rather than reducing you to a few petals and a stem.
i feel more like a tree
green and great during the warm summer months
unaware of the freezing winter winds that will blow away all my protective leaves. barren. cold.
i hope someday i will become evergreen
beautiful, tall, luscious and full- pine or cedar or spruce
staying fragrant all year round
but for now i remain a daisy
nothing special
dried, pressed and crushed between these pages, within these words.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
The fabric of time and space is made up of God's imagination
an illusion we're all subject to before eventual Self-realisation.
The warp and woof of the universe is one of infinite existence
expressing itself as time, space and matter through persistence.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC