#synchronicity
I got lost today in the women's hips
they were moving with feminine wild grace in the heat
I was lost in the subway's speed when a woman asked:
"Where did you get those shoes", "how lovely they are"
"From a small fair on the banks of a lake", I replied
"Oh, I just got back from Caprile the other day"
"I hate you", she said and she laughed
I got lost in her blue dress, I reciprocated
the sweetness of her smile
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 7:35 AM UTC
We used to meet where moments whispered fate—now time drifts past, and we're always a beat too late.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 2:58 AM UTC
Wishes, I never wanted:
But prayed for...
Include me, when a sun fronted
A song; justice, for a silence that were
An ocean of purity, a hat of redemption
I have yet to find, in misery
Apt or deft, a lover's few; contention
Of a word, I knew with ears of liberty
A chance's meeting...
Without a soul's music...?
Then, in though is a fleeting
Cloud, with a thought to name fury's, altruistic
Patience, am I dead, when you smile?
Paradise's praises...
A lie's prayer, that I created with denial
Do we earn a savior's smile, with patience's wages?
Curious, the taste in sunshine...
A tattered hat, with must to adjourn
A rational source, to a lover's whine
Was a smile our finish, to another wish to burn?
A sunshine, a clash of worldliness
Sent to rage, for a climate of pain
That has seen you, in the voice of pasts
Proud, vengeful and sated...
I see the presence of meaning...
Hearing your coy world, become a flower
The touch of patience, paces of a prayer beaming
The scent of sin, now just death's power...?
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
Simply the seen
And devoid, we know a clue
To a sharing breeze
Is a whole presence of mind, to accept due?
Welcome to peace
Welcome to eclectic shall
Welcome to wishes we make, feast
Welcome to the table
Where is habit if I surmise a legend?
Taken with life's little pill, is havoc to compose a charade?
With realms to simpleness, is a guest my only amend?
Sincerity in justices' way, will we compare the actual to love or hate?
Welcome, indeed...
Sour notice for an endearing friend, never in forces allowed?
Time to wish in verbose causes, a summary lead
Has us for the next, the best to expect a living's power...
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 9:08 PM UTC
I want to stop hearing from you
And take a long break, but
I see your name in number plates,
Signs on streets and mine in the blame.
When will I stop fixating on all of this pain?
Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 10:47 AM UTC
The Blossoms from the Pear-less Trees
blow like Snow in this spring breeze
glistening in the sunlight
smiling as their in flight
not a care about where they land
becoming one again with our Mother
this life
one adventure after another
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 7:07 PM UTC
Sometimes the clarity of a geometry is only appreciated by learning symbology which skates around such form.
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 2:36 AM UTC
The Other Side
Look through me so that I can see you
naturally
Surprise me
Do not hinder your reveal
I appreciate your humanness
The blood that sings when you think of me in golden evenings
I know.
That you can hear me learning
I feel your brain’s creativity on my spine
That is beauty speaking to the core
Growing one breath at a time
before we meet again
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
The morning shore
Is in place
And it will lift
And separate
Smiling wide
As the high tide
Reaches places
Meant to be unattainable
I am ready for
Sensory overload
Your thoughts resting
On my shoulder
Your smile wide
As giftedly so
You pull my strings
And head for home
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
Having an intention of doing something
is more powerful
than just saying
'I want to do this',
or
'I am going to do that'
(before the actual action).
Having an intention
involves powers higher
than yourself,
helping you,
arranging events,
people
and means
FOR YOU.
'You are not alone in this,
We are helping you'
says the holy voice.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 7:34 AM UTC
‘How quaint,’ remarked Mistress Hora as she turned the afternoon on its head, ‘that you would consider time to be a linear construct.’
‘Positively post-historic,’ agreed Master O’Clock, nodding his head in perfect synchrony with the orchestra that played inside his ear. Today was Waltzday (or so he had named it), an interminable reminder that atomic metronomes particularly those of Viennese manufacture were not to be trifled with.
‘Be assured, my dears, that this fancy is a passing one and exists only as a fleeting extemporaneous distraction,’ our Mistress continued. The first year students breathed a collective sigh of relief. ‘Now, I want no clumping, no running ahead, and NO helical improvisation. When yesterday’s fish and chips come wrapped in tomorrow’s newspaper it gives our school a most unfortunate reputation.’ The class chortled as one. ‘Most importantly, please remember to take your pocket guide.’
I reached for my bedraggled copy of _The Theory of Chronometrical Fluidity: Compressed Edition_ and wrung the pages out. I had failed badly at applied clepsydrics and my cousin Widget wasn’t letting me forget it. From behind the glass, I spotted her playing a furtive game of Gregorian and by the look on her face February was winning. I blew her a lemniscate to grab her attention. She scowled, looked up from her losing streak and giggled when she saw me spiralling in her direction. ‘Good luck,’ she spiralled back.
Miss Hora flexed her wrist and glanced at her temporal transponder. ‘You will be marked on cuneiformity, consistency, and rate of continuance. Now be off with you. Tempus fugit!’ With a flick of her bejangled fingers she opened the S.A.N.D. grates. I held my breath and jumped.
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC
petals of the willow
vibrate with mild rain
as our approaching footsteps
run through them
coalescing in a magical scene
seemingly beyond a stroll in the park;
above,the crepuscular sky hangs
fake-looking,like a stageplay's backdrop
with a myriad of still blues overlaying
one another
and the clouds like puffy scabs atop youthful skin.
I think we are slowing
down (perhaps,unconsciously to fit
the pace of the scene)
and I think our footsteps are mirroring our heartbeats,
I know Mine are
And I know Yours are mirroring Mine.
beneath us the willows' petals tremble soft
and I am glad
to be alone with You tonight,to belong to the park
together,forever entuned,
forever entwined-- if only for tonight.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
There’s an emerging synchronicity
Kept in parallel worlds inside of us.
It seizes the perfect moment
To appear endlessly
In multi dimensional universes
To complement the actions
Of the entire human race.
One object can never be
In two places at the same time
They say,
But that statement confuses them.
It’s amazingly curious how come
We never consider
Even the rarest possibility
In the lapse of our short lives.
Our minds seek and explore,
Look through time and space.
Imagining is quite easy at the end
When we perfectly know
Exactly where to search
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC
The rain welcomed me, as it was
I am to be thisgray day.
Unendingly unraveling, seemingly,
They are as the concrete, grey.
My roots, always reaching
The rich brown earth beneath,
Stregthen my stride,
As walking through them am I.
To where or what, I do not know,
For, discovery oflife is stalking.
Yet, I'll be in the moment so,
If and when, I can, I will fly.
In each day I pray to be that I,
What, where, how, when and why.
So, though the Sun's light is masked,
This night, that is their day, won't last.
As, it's direction, clear and bright, does
Glean through the clouded cover of their night.
Still, this walk that's walking me,
Is what reality is to be.
And while these flaming embers glow,
I'll walk this road with reality, so.
Yet, to you I do entreat,
If and when you two meet,
Will you allow for the you to be,
And not recede from reality?
So, that to this day all that have gone,
Leaving you this to carry on,
Will have their potential realized as well,
Let Evolution be the bell.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
You were the ocean
And I, a ship
Gliding your waves
As my finger tips
Lazily graze at your surface-
Skin.
Our two bodies-
Of water and of flesh-
In harmony with the moon,
Pulling us with her tides
And we abide
So long as we’re synchronized.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
Offer
your direct,
calm gaze
as if you
see my
potential
just as
I see it.
I've not
seen anyone
with deep eyes
read mine, then
seem to find
meaning. . .
since the last time.
Offer
my direct,
calm gaze.
I notice
you see
the loose string.
I see
you pull it.
I've not
seen anyone
with deep eyes
read mine, then
seem to find
meaning. . .
since the last time.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
Their heartbeats danced together when they hugged each other for the first time.
©Sonia Ettyang
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
Looking at the stars.
Searching for the brightest one
But my eyes were closed.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
your body is an instrument I mastered eons ago, when the stars were young.
it is you I have, and shall always yearn to play.
at my touch, you open up to me; lines of familiar notes upon my fingertips.
together, we harmoniously orchestrate the ethereal music of our souls: a sonata of infinite synchronicity.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
on a wave
time will tell
roller coaster under the ocean
good people don't misbehave
i'm in my mind
on a
theta wave
take the rope and shake it once
maybe you'll see my point of view
then you will be
on a theta wave too
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
there are things I want you to remember. you are a celestial spirit born among the stars. we may be souls having a human experience, but nothing is permanent. you will be reborn among the cosmos off into infinity. there is no birthstone or deathstone, so don't hold to yours like it is a monument, keeping you grounded to this place.
we collect memories and store them like faded photographs in golden lockets worn around our necks, hoping to stand the test of time. nothing is forever – we cannot even fathom it. keep your loved ones close, because the universe knows kindred spirits and places them within distance of contact through acts of synchronicity.
there are things we cannot document: things that surpass language, space, and time. feelings and emotions that we bottle as glory; showing the world our flasks as we either drink in excess, or keep the cork firmly in place.
as human language has limitations, the labeling on our bottles are wrong; and we are off key about the unnamed emotions and feelings we are ingesting in excess, or storing away as a collection to gaze upon throughout our lives, before we fade back to (star)dust.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Freedom is a word concealed in the life
There's who want to be free from the guilty conscience
There's who want to be free from the love
There's who want to be free from the nation
But the reality is
That
We can never get it in all its forms
There's who think if he die he will be free but even so you will be the Prisoner of the cosmos
Until the day
You create the synchronicity between
Logic and believes of what you want to do then it
Applies the will of the freedom
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
*I am aware of your thoughts
I am aware of your writings in the broken clay pots
I am aware of your love and kindness
I am also, well aware of your feelings
But you are doing it all wrong
You have grown weaker when I thought you were strong
You blame me each time I refuse
Infact, most times you have literally accused
But you are unknowingly exhausting yourself too much
Truth is, my love is ominous
To every being, born and unborn
You to, in your previous life sworn
To walk in hand with me, but here you are being selfish
Think back dear, think back of the promises and wish
Once you understand your role
Your soul and heart will glow instead of being a coal
You are a godly being, yet easily seen
I am here for you, do not fear
I know your trust is about to sink
But calm down and just think
Think of who you are?
Who you were?
In your cycle of life of birth and death...*
©sim
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC