Roaming in Gardens

March has been an impatient and sunny month waiting for good things to grow without water. It has been a month of poetry sprouting from dreams far from maddening crowds and words creating a universe for us to wait in.

It has been a month of growth, of new seeds rising through the surface and lines being drawn on blank canvases. There has been love; love for green things bending their leaves to meet the warm sun, and cheerful prayers whispering: “Grow! Grow! Grow!”.

There has been sleepy cats craving independence and time of togetherness. There has been cottage gardens and yellow flowers, port wine and polka dot pots of basil, bookshops and moonrise kingdoms.

All in all it has been a month where dreams and aspirations have risen to the surface and outgrown and outshone reality. But maybe that is what we need in a world that, for many, no longer feels like home.

Born to Express

You

were born

to express

every part of

you.

Not

to be

disciplined

into silence.

There are Lights within you

There are as many lights

within you

as there are stars

in the sky.

And there are more lights

being born

every day

than anyone (including yourself)

can ever manage

to extinguish.

Free your creativity

When you compare yourself to others,

when you measure artistry in skill,

when you look for rewards and gratification,

true creativity is lost.

It has become chained to the material world,

to the courage and originality of others.

Therefor, to free your mind,

to free your creativity,

you must look inwards and create

for the sake of expression of self,

and not to affirm your artistic ego,

or to exalt your creative talent.

Nothing can do you harm

Search for the look in your soul’s hidden eyes

and let the spirit take you into its arms.

If you exist parallelly in this realm,

nothing can do you harm.

Love will pierce the sky once more

I’m on my way inside

the voyage in your eyes.

Wounded by the strength of your doors,

but love will pierce the sky once more.

Flightless Angels

We are all flightless angels made to live out our lives on the ground.

Many of us spend a lifetime searching for our wings,

not quite comprehending how else to satisfy our inherent instinct

for ascension.