Wind

I Accept

That my financial ruin is due to previous activity in this life or a previous one.
I accept that I might have been the first person to say "Person, bring me more gold. Tax the little people."
I accept that my illness is due to this life or a previous one where I judged by thinking that I am strong and nothing will ever keep me from living and working exactly as I pleased. I accept that my dependence on others is because in this lifetime or in any other, I swore that I would never be dependent on anyone or anything but myself.
I accept that my overweight problem is because in this lifetime, definetely in this lifetime and in any other previous lives I have 'sworn' thereby making a big judgment, that I would never let myself go and become fat.
I accept that I am broken because in this lifetime and previous lives I proudly stood tall and swore nothing would ever break me.
I accept that I am the sum total of all my thoughts and actions from past and present lives.
I Accept.
Doesn't mean I have to like it!

I thought I knew my Soul. I thought I could do it all alone. I wanted to do it by myself.
I faltered and fell on my face, hit the wall. Fell down a deep well. I'm still trying to get back up.
See, I thought I knew my Soul. I thought I could do it alone. Arrogance, you know can kill you.
I still want to, I crave it, and the hole gets harder to climb. I thought I knew my Soul. I thought I could do it all alone. Damn It, I still want to do it all alone, and I fall down a step.

All the years of reaching down

to sweep the sandy ground
Pushing away flint-like pieces of rubble
Carefully picking left over amber broken bottles pieces
Sifting through the busted fragments
Like pieces of my shattered life

Among the ragged flotsam, the cuts inflicted
Ignored, to find the treasures
The searing pain of deep scratches
Are only hurting now

So many layers of debris
Slashed to the bones, bleeding
Now I know every notch.
Fragmented, but not crushed.

I sift through the sand, again
My fingertips gentle now.

I didn't plan my life

I never aimed for smooth water

Everything I am

Everything I was

Lived in Passion

and it destroyed me.

Now I aim for still waters, and miss.

I love my visitors ;)

Sticks

Like others I no longer know the truth
I'm told we live in Illusion
With realities we
Wonderful old souls created
Yet every turn
We hurt, We do not heal
Great spirits we are
Hidden behind our intellect
I'm finding it hardto buy into it
　
And if we are to rejoice
In one Spirit
　
I'd rather do it alone.

 

Sentimental Journey

On that soft day I leave for a bit...and.....I'm back