It just might be...

Doing nothing is the hardest torture that a person can put himself through. For you are brought face to face with your own self, which demands that you give account for the sun which you uselessly squander, for the spring of energy in your organism, the gold of wisdom in the mines of your brain. The masses work, slog, forget. They drink the alcohol of their sweat. Work is a flight from responsibility and the universe. Doing nothing out of principle ... that is nowadays the most violent form of revolt. But the question is, do you have the courage to gaze into yourself for so long? To see, to understand and to behold? Nothing to hide, nothing to excuse. Just the pure iteration of who you are. Scary, isn't it?

Because all I ever wanted was love...

Think about it, there must be a higher love,

down in the heart or hidden in the stars above.

Without it, life is wasted time,

look inside your heart, and I'll look inside mine.

Things look so bad everywhere,

in this whole world, what is fair?

We walk the line and try to see,

falling behind in what could be.

Tired of living like a kite...

When asking the universe to help us with our wishes, we usually ask too much. I know I do. Sometimes we even demand. I think I am learning to ask enough for the moment - not for the whole year, utterly veiled in mystery; not even for the week, the month ahead; but just for today. I ask for a sufficiency of strength, courage, hope and light. Enough courage for the step ahead - not for the further miles. Enough strength for the immediate task or ordeal. Enough material gain to enable me to meet my daily obligations. Enough light to see the path - right before my feet.

There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium, and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable, nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open, even when you fail. And as it turns out, it was this very rock bottom that is becoming the most firm foundation he had ever planted his feet on. A foundation so solid, it finally provides the springboard he needs to outrun that teasing, taunting shadow of unworthiness that had followed him his entire life.

Feel like letting go...

The loudest roar, the weakest bite...

Building brick walls...

Forget what hurt you in the past, but never forget what it taught you. However, if it taught you to hold onto grudges, seek revenge, not forgive or show compassion, to categorize people as good or bad, to distrust and be guarded with your feelings then you didn't learn a thing. The universe doesn't bring you lessons to close you off and build walls around your soul. It brings you lessons to open it, by developing compassion, learning to listen, seeking to understand instead of speculating, practising empathy and developing conflict resolution through communication. If we were only exposed to perfect situations, how could we ever think to evolve? 

Staring at paper moons...

Underneath a paper moon,

thinking about a life with you.

It flickers in and out of frame,

I can't ever make it look the same.

I know it's nice to get away,

turn the past to ash and skip a day.

The colours are too bright for you

but when you slip up, I'm breaking too.

Bring me what I need...

We often forget that we are as we are until we're not. We are the same until we're changed. We can move that a bit further by putting into place habits and to show up to our lives in a way that fosters growth, but we can't game timing. Timing is the one thing that we often forget to surrender to. Because you don't need more motivation or inspiration to create the life you want. You need less shame around the idea that you're not doing your best. You need to stop listening to people who are in vastly different life circumstances and life stages than you tell you that you're just not doing or being enough. You need to let timing do what it needs to do. You need to see lessons where you see barriers. You need to understand that what's right now becomes inspiration later.

We are losing time...

This is my confession...

I consider myself a stained-glass window. And this is how I live my life. Closing no doors and covering no windows; I am the multi-coloured glass with light filtering through me, in many different shades. Allowing light to shed and fall into a variety of hues. My job is not to direct anything, but only to filter into many colours. My answer is destiny and my guide is joy. And there you have me.

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

Sometimes it's no one's fault

Angel eyes, tell me lies...

Even if it means that I'll never put myself back together,

even if I'll end up in shatters,

don't care if this is my worst mistake,

because this is my now or never,

and that's why I give to the universe

my heart to break.

Bitter with destiny...

It is hope, I think, that is the root of all evil in our lives. Hope with regard to our careers, our love lives, our children, our political aspirations, and the impact we want to leave in this world - that is primarily to blame for angering and embittering us. The incompatibility between the grandeur of our aspirations and the mean reality of our condition generates the violent disappointments which rack our days and etch themselves in lines of acrimony across our faces. It is easy to say you should get over it, but destiny has a way to mock you when you least expect it. A testimony of pain that has been reassigned leaves little to work with. Hope perhaps.

Just a little space...

Caught up in temporary flux...

Every thought and every deed is forever recorded in the invisible history of life and cannot help but come back to us in kind. In fact, that is how we evolve. We pay for our mistakes by suffering. We are rewarded for our progress through added happiness. It is not that the universe punishes or rewards us. It is the natural and inevitable working of life, the unavoidable consequences that will always return to us. We do not have to punish our so-called enemies. Their day of reckoning will come, and it shall do so being both swift and gentle.But more importantly than that, we do not have to punish ourselves for our own mistakes. Time will make sure we receive what is deserved and that have taken away what we don't.

There won't be a night, there won't be a place...

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can't wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. 

You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.