Empathy

A curious longing

To be let out, released

To be able to breathe

To disperse with the wind of disentanglement

Nostalgia

Reminiscing about the days gone by

We look back to see

How the ‘what if’s’ and ‘what next’

Have become the ‘today’ we know

What destiny has in store for us

The paths we have to travel by

The unknown that is now familiar

How the remnants of the memories

Have found their place in the depths of the soul

Crossroads in Life

Fleeing from ego – self

I wander, going deeper

All the while

Barely holding hands with reality

And two inches

Above my head,

she still hovers…

unable to leave

This fate of mine

Random Sunday

Firm thoughts invade my head. Of taking control of what seems to be a spiraling life. Intentions of making a walk-chart and then the absolute willpower to start it. If not, what else can do the trick. The seeping lethargy that has taken over mind and body has to be lifted. Not enough to finish the mundane chores and call it quits. Not enough to peel, scrub, chop, wash, sauté and cook. Not enough to clean and re-clean. More is needed, more to be done and more for later. Sighs over a cuppa. The afternoon has gone by and the rest are to their own. Keep going…you tell your mind. I will still get ya….your mind replies. Ignorance is the best defense. You are in control of your mind and no!!!! your mind cannot kill you. Unless you let it…whispering into your senses, subtly and slowly. Caressing your nerve cells into a feeling of apathy. Numbing your gray cells into ennui. You can feel it in the very blood stream. But resolve will suck you right out of there into a gushing spring of well-being. Giving you the power to overpower. And give back to you what rightly belongs.

Hush

Running in slow motion

The voices pause

Trying to catch their breath

 

Walkabout

Look

The purposeful stride

Gets you everywhere

From Point A and Point B

To all the minors in between

anytime

To dream

Sweet dreams

To smile

Untroubled smiles

To think

Wonderful thoughts

To feel

…and your exploding senses

to want

bittersweet memories

To love

Glorious life

Details

It’s easy to be complacent

And go with the flow…

But there’s a certain sense of achievement

That you experience

When you break the mould.

Contemplation

Be daring

Be different

Go beyond the realms of vision

To emerge dazzling

Inertia

I’m standing here

Still and unmoving

Not even a flicker of life

While the rest of me

Carry on as before.

I stand still

And still standing

Dying to be let out