To love is to be present
for life’s struggle.
To be a ray fiercly burrowing
into the rawness of life’s
multilayered armor.
To choose not
to let go,
even when life pulls
you with it
into the abyss.
To Love
Category Archives: Poetry
Magical Things
There are 400 million magical things happening
every day.
How do I know this?
Because there are 400 million stars being born
every day.
But that is still just a fraction
of how many parts of you are born
every minute.
You find yourself
Your find yourself by merging
your mind’s unique design
and that of the natural world.
By exploring the boundary
between truth and expectation
without arising conflict
between the subconscious
and reality
A new map to the future
Every day
you form a new realtionship
with yourself.
Your mind’s migration
from yesterday to today
has weaved a new map
to the future.
Life moves like a turtle
Life moves like a turtle
crossing the road,
not minding the chaos it causes,
it nonchalantly glides on
towards the other side.
And when it arrives,
after diligently climbing the curb,
it is puzzled to find itself
at the exact same spot
where its daring crossing began.
Discovery
Every day holds
a beginning,
an end. And
eighty thousand moments
of discovery.
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.
When dreams become obsessions
When dreams become obsessions they can stand in the way
of a relaxed mind.
When obsessions become greed they can stand in the way of
a grateful mind.
When an ungrateful mind becomes an entitled mind
the path to compassion and ultimate happiness
is lost.
Penguins
There are penguins in the corners of my mind
doomed to paint instead of fly
to survive a colorless world
where rainbows never bend over
backwards.
The Dream
Woke up to a silvery moon glistening
upside-down in dark fields
dreaming of horses on secret mountains
free jumping tall fences
to escape reality.
