Companion of earth

Story of the fog and the clouds

The companion of earth

Hugging its hills and shores

Draping over mountain tops into valleys and over cliffs

Nesting in every nook

Of the landscape

Every single leave of a tree

The grasses swaying in the breeze

With wich the misted water traveled near

To then with sun or wind to redisappear

The torn to cradled roundnesses

Accenting the shape of the landscape and the height of the sky

Emphasise the beauty unfolding infront of our eyes

In ever light

Day or night

The reflector of light

The caster of shadow

Blossom

Stop creating your own suffering.

Refrain from stepping back into pools,

wrapping and tearing the heart into ink black opaque waters, like quicksand without strands to hold onto .

Step away from those who will not sway in pushing you away,

Teasing your heart with the love they won't allow you to be part .

Walk out of the waters you allow, to drown your senses in, even while they deepen and awake them.

Walk into the crystal clear pools and springs, waiting to nurture and develop, your gift, in what is meant to exist.

Allow the pain but don't let it play you but you play the game.

Walk tall and yet sway soft in the breeze.

Listen to the call of nature, the earth, the whistling in the breeze, the birds carried in the murmuring of the trees.

Find peace in the surrender, in what is and is not meant to be.

Don't try to keep on creating and feeding a reality, not allowing you to succeed.

Feel.

Feel as deep as you can, but see the beginnings and don't nurture infinite ends.

Let the pain end, in order to comprehend and understand that they are bigger things at hand.

Walk with the pride, from the gift of living.

Live the opportunities in your individual path which you are given.

No matter where you tread, treasure your step.

Let life awaken you.

Sharpen your presence to be the link in the fabric of existence you are meant to be.

No matter where or what your role might be, open for the stream to caress your bends.

Until your riverbed, becomes a reflection of beauty, as rough and smooth as matter.

In your swinging vibration showing and seeding what matters.

Be the microcosm, which in the macrocosm you want to see.

Be the gift, which was given to you and me, adding your element to the conscience meant to be.

Know your consistency and grow where you can, not where the weathering and layers of sediments will prevent, the full blossoming or even suffocate or misdirect you.

No dream!

Dream on, but cast of all illusions and confusion.

Pierce the conditioned nebula and sail through the clouds to grasp the possibility of your individuality.

My heart longs to be free

Heartache after heartache

Washing over me

The recurring ones

deepening the ones new to me

While my heart longs to be free

Of living with regret or pain in me

It is those lessons which seed the depth to see

But yet every day a struggle to let go of what is and isn't meant to be

To just breathe

and live in peace

Allowing being in ease

In equilibrium with the waves caressing me

Not there to torment me

Loves formed

Teasing me

with the time I spend waiting for the

While the gift given tossed away

Even when seen

why held at bay?

Man and woman scared everyday

Conditioned even more to run

rather then towards, away

People like bedsheets

Exchanged in a twisted game

One more used then the other

Replaced by ones safe and not a threat to bother

the Rythm one is stagnated and shielded in

The fortress build to protect the soul rather then a vessel to hold.

To form a stream, a lake, an ocean, the sky and the Earth, open to receive

what could make life worthwhile to conceive

But instead the bedsheets given in life's dowry.

Thrown away

In thought that something better, more

could come your way

Instead of treasuring and carefully washing, mending the fabric,

Which could endure and rejoice to carry and give to you everyday

No

Wasted

Not washed again by a tender hand

Able to comprehend the value lying at hand.

If not known or even if known,

that which is able to love, support and care for you

Instead Torn apart or stained

Too scared to surrender and to commit

But rather adding fame

to societies game of shame.

abused

Refused

Not tenderly washed and cradled

for Skin on skin to caress again

To be honoured

held in an embrace of infinity

where one always meets;

The love which nurtures you

through and through

Instead the memories and gifts

The most intimate held at bay.

Blocked to return one day, destined to decay.

what is and is not meant to be.

Just the pain in my soul the ridicule

The pain that you did not want me.

While you are the most precious to me

I a gift not wanted by the

Instead tossed in the sea

Exposed to the waves washing over me

Cleansing me

Curing the anger about humanity.

Till in one haven I will land

Softer to the touch through the elements of life and memory

Radiating like a slumbering Jewel inside a rock

Waiting for you to be caressing me

Awakening me

Giving me the opportunity

To be the fundament I was born to be