Thoughts on metaphysics and life
There’s a whole world and vision in front of me now.
Behind remains status quo, and chains keeping me down.
Shall I dance with what lies in front of me now,
Or look up to the sky and depart.
Exhilaration is calling me,
From a stand of nothing
But my father’s hand.
Shall I leap away,
Or allow the chains to remain.
My limp causes me to stay
As I focus on my infirmities
And fear along the way.
What choice shall it be,
Let the fear take over?
Or fearlessly face the unknown?
Stuck in a spider’s web,
Surrounded by the sticky silk.
Though I push and strain away,
The sticky silk forcibly remains.
The world is in my forefront view.
Behind remains the sticky silk,
My arms and legs stuck on it.
Another pull, another strain,
I know the creator will come through,
Like always.
As I seek myself through his loving eyes,
There’s nothing I cannot do,
From this dwelling place of divine.
There’s always the forefront view,
And the next step will land me there,
Next to him,
To another world free from silk,
The enemies and monsters
Remain in the rear view web.
As I break free of the sticky web,
And pull through to the front again,
What was once a fear,
Is now a gift,
As I dwell,
With the monsters in my bed.
Fearless and laughing,
At the horror I gave them.
Today the price seems fair,
To discover myself
Through the despicable web.
Sometimes you lose yourself,
To find yourself once again.
An unending journey,
To fine tune our gifts.
Until our mission is complete,
And our destiny fulfilled.
When you look within,
There’s a destiny and plan.
Of uphill, detour
All to the master plan.
For every journey there’s scavenged land,
Of delays, mountains and the victorious hand.
A journey through the mist and sand.
In a broken world and a perfect world,
A new world of different facets.
A world of greed and generous deeds.
A journey of steep hills,
Of fate and nights of agony,
Of triumph, falls, and breakthroughs.
It’s all a choice
As we smile and reminisce,
The journey of age.
For without darkness,
There cannot be light.
Without failure,
There cannot be success.
Without trials,
There cannot be patience.
Without contrast,
There cannot be a humanity.
Without challenges,
There cannot be triumph.
For the world exists
Where opposites work together.
To create a world
Of correlation
An extension of each other.
To create change,
And a peaceful nation.
Where we all strive for greatness.
We live our lives,
Depending on others,
To make us happy,
Because deep down,
We feel scared and frail,
And need approval,
From other souls.
We search for approval,
Through everyone but we,
Because the moment
Someone values what,
We cannot conceive,
We want more,
To escape the longing,
Inside our soul.
The longing becomes unbearable,
Each time we need approval,
We seek outside ourselves,
To bring only, what we can.
We don’t get to the source,
Which is our soul,
If we simply listen,
The answer is within,
The essential calling,
Of our soul.
Patience.
As it remains and escapes,
Through the process of trial and error,
Where wisdom lies.
An underestimating emotion,
We cannot stand.
Though uneasy at first,
Inner peace lies.
Patience.
Being steadfast and firm,
Though contradictions spies,
In a world of its own,
Of wisdom and lies.
Patience.
Though uneasy and flat,
Indecisive and black,
Contemplating time and elation,
Like a fiery trial.
Patience.
Though treacherous at first,
If we simply pull through,
Wisdom lies.
Is there a right or wrong?
Or are there simply better choices,
That agree with our soul?
The minute we think, we got it right,
We stumble again, on unknown path.
Because life is expansion,
From the divine,
As we make up the rules,
And stand by its side.
Nothing is static,
A constant motion,
We’re simply moulding,
Life again.
Do we love this life,
Or do we dread the unknown?
Or fear the mountains,
That stand tall,
And never cease to be,
Its terrifying piece.
When we stop and reflect,
We realize there’s no right or wrong,
Simply choices, that guide us back home.
As we stumble, upon the answer,
We realize we were never wrong.
Simple journey,
Simple learning,
Or remembering what we knew,
So we can take this insight,
Into our newfound life,
And shout out loud, to the divine.
Saying we’re born again,
Let’s dream out loud,
In this illusionary world,
Where we think out loud,
And write the script.
My greatest fears were surfacing,
In a world of reality irrational thinking.
Held so long so deep inside of me,
Distorted into illusionary space.
Voices speculating in unfamiliar ways,
As they were forcefully dominating their game.
Leaping out in their own disguises,
Trying to convince me of heartbreaking lies.
I acknowledge, it was all my creation,
That created this illusionary space.
Not wanting to face my world inside,
So I created an escape from human life.
I can see the astonishing correlation,
Face life and what’s lurking inside.
She is insecure.
Although on the outside,
She’s the life of the party,
That everyone loves.
An outgoing personality,
Attractive and provocative,
She stops at nothing,
And can get any guy she wants.
However,
Inside she feels,
Afraid and Uneasy,
So she puts on an act,
To avoid revealing herself.
Hiding beneath true feelings,
In an attempt to portray herself,
Normally among the rest.
She is afraid,
To acknowledge him,
To admit she admires him.
For he doesn’t seem her type,
So she puts on a disguise,
And puts on a show,
Because what matters to her most,
Is her ego, and not her soul.
Although on the outside,
She appears to be happy,
Inside she feels empty and lonely,
Fickle and relentless,
Always trying to avoid,
The negative chatter and her voice.
So she puts him on hold,
Because what matters to her most is her ego,
And not her soul.
Out of depression and sadness,
Came a desire for peace and happiness.
Out of sickness came a desire for wellness.
Out of judgment came a desire for respect.
Out of challenges and adversities,
Came a desire for victory.
Out of all these obstacles, desires were born,
And without desire, there’s nothing to reach.
And without adversities,
There is no triumph.
And without it all,
There is no journey.