Be Brave

Difference of the heart

Facing the world as your own

Importance of values and life

Reminiscent of dreams we once had

Those may still continue

In other ways we are shown

Within ourselves

No matter the cruelness of some

The change and impact we have

Depends on us on how in tune we are

With the world

With ourselves

No matter the lack thereof from others

In the end there are still some of us

Don’t let what others think rule you

Your heart will show in what you do

So be brave

Levels

We look at the surface of ourselves

The earth and everything around us

Sometimes whole and incomplete

Particles of differences energy imbued

Reaching formation in time in every way

Yet fail to see that we stem as a whole

To not just exist but form and be

Derived from levels from nothingness

The deepest manifestations of beings

From the same place in time

As one

Ones Journey

Time does not refrain or stop

To stand still or bleak within your thoughts

Forever cycling intermittently 

Time cannot be escaped it is a journey

Mostly obscure it is always there

In between lines of parallels 

Ones journey cannot be fully made

Unless we learn to be still with time

Sentimentality

Sentimentality for the sentiments

Of time of love of demise within us

Precocious levels of fortitude or not

What lies beneath the gifts of dust

To hold on to, to pass down, 

A memory of connected energy

You choose to keep it or get rid of

One of those gifts is not always a sentimental jest 

What is sentimental to one may not be for another

Something to hold whether value or not

Be it meaningful with history or heart

When you leave this earth 

There is only one ongoing sentimental gift

Love

Can You

Can you stop long enough to listen

To hear

To feel

To let the words of a story resonate within

Not to just listen but to hear

With open wounds and open hearts

Without distraction

Can you without a doubt really understand

Or just pass a smile to reassure

Is it genuine or a facade

Can you actually care

Feel

Love

With your whole self

Without judging

Until you look at every angle

Can you really?

One

Meadows of breezes

Filling the air with a crisp touch

As I lay in the grass

Closing my eyes to escape this world

A sense of myself floating

The music in my ears soothing

The energy surrounding

Celestial within

Aura of ethereal reach me

Another place away

Away from this place we call Earth

A universal place

The place of love

Residing through every part of my being

Resonating with the ground beneath me

No other feeling I want

To just be

One

 

Anxiety

Anxiety

It’s like an overwhelming feeling of loss

Loss of control in your life

Fear of the most simple things you should conquer

Dread of the next thing to come

Consuming you

Constant fight or flight mode

Pushing yourself to function to just live

To all whom experience this:

You will be ok.

Breathe…

Thrive

Thriving, sailing like the softness of a sheet

Pacing lost-like in either direction

Craving the bitter taste of life like decadent dessert

Not letting it pass by without observing

The most delicacies surrounding the turmoil

Tasting the goodness in the bitterness

Like a cloud of bliss

Thriving among the darkness

 

 

To My Son

 

You ARE good enough

You ARE worthy

You are NOT a failure

You ARE unique

You ARE strong

You be as YOU are

You do NOT have to conform to societal standards

Boys CAN be sensitive AND emotional

You ARE capable of anything

You need to BELIEVE in YOURSELF

You need to always TRY

NEVER give up

ALWAYS stand up

You need to remember emotions do NOT make you weak

In the end it makes you stronger

YOU feel

Therefore you LIVE

Love,

Mom

Surf

The cantered waters in the vast seas

Be one with the wind let your mind ease

Plethora of indigenous thoughts

Scents of tomorrows become clearer

Inner peace like a surf

Though wavy and strong at times with fierceness

We can overcome the tide

Just surf into the unknown 

Reaching for clarity with all our might

If we are to become better surfers

To listen to the air not just feel 

Look beyond what is heard and seen

Impending life like an article of events

Still surf nonetheless

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