Thoughts on metaphysics and life
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.
As before I was searching for meaning,
Through others and approval.
I can’t fathom the belittling,
Through friends,
And peers.
The teacher who would be constantly
On my case.
About not listening,
And being spaced out,
All day.
Too serious and in my head.
As he made comments,
And mockery,
Without end.
I hated school,
Got mostly Cs,
Just to say I was passing.
Too busy in my own world,
Of music, horse-play,
And band gigs.
Although the words still ring,
Loudly in my ears,
About being stupid and socially weird,
And busy in my own world,
Of depression and fear of my own.
As I contemplate,
The journey and the steep hill,
My resurrection from the pit,
Of disguise and depression,
My self-made misery
Of despair.
Though others simply mirrored back
What I felt.
As I reflect,
On the mountain,
And the dangers,
Of the storm.
It all shaped who I am,
As I molded the clay,
Revived myself from the pit,
Sought myself,
And the divine,
And let go of the past.
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.
Though we reunite on special days and occasions.
Laughing and catching up on old days.
Some born, some pass away,
To another world watching over us, every day.
Though we cannot fathom the very day,
Where one will part away,
To another world,
And leave our place.
It is this day and age,
We must accept,
The rules that were set,
When we entered this world.
Body dies but the soul remains.
And what remains is memories,
That we hold so deep,
Deep in our heart,
Deep in our soul,
As we rock our child,
And reminisce the joys,
A new treasure,
And the old one dies.
A simple life process of life and death,
Choices and love,
Intuition and failure,
They all lead back to the way,
The destiny and the journey,
Above all.
Though the process may seem difficult,
And hard to bear.
And in our mind we cannot find,
The logic, of loss and grief.
We’re all on a journey,
Of undiscovered potential.
Some simply forget,
Then leave this planet before.
Wasted energy,
As we fret the why’s.
And the so called memories,
That make us cry.
We don’t understand death,
We all return home,
On another journey,
In another world.
A part of us remains,
In this world with our loves.
And another in a dimension,
That never ends.
We’re all misfits in another sense,
Trying to make sense of this world,
Without end.
But as we are on the front lines,
Living our life,
Making the best,
Of the treachery and zeal.
Lessons are learned, and remembered,
In this chaotic world,
Of dread or fulfillment.
Perception is grappling, for our attention,
To win its previous,
Lying scheme.
But doesn’t win,
As we lay the grounds,
And choose the latter,
And not the dread.
The pen is in our hand,
In this undiscovered land,
Of hope, faith and love.
Of undiscovered potential we have,
A world of greed,
A world of generosity and deeds.
Though the choice is ours,
When we remain stagnant,
We wake up asleep, and forget the dream.
Though the choice is ours,
To our awakening,
Let’s choose life,
And wake up at eighty,
With dreams never shattered,
And lives never wasted.
Only fulfillment,
And love that stays.
Let’s not forget,
The reason for our arrival,
And the reason for our departure,
When we’re old and wrinkly,
And we shall say,
Let’s die in peace,
Our mission is fulfilled.
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.
Your eyes are glimmering astray,
Your smile is faintly portrayed.
Perhaps you don’t realize,
The glim in your eye,
Because you’re so preoccupied,
On your illusionary world inside.
Whenever you enter into the world,
You play aloof and you act like a troop.
You never deal with the hidden,
Mistaken belief and truth.
Past is dead and gone,
No need to recollect all the wrongs.
Everyone has a history,
No need to recollect all the falls.
Identity is of your choosing,
Not from another who doesn’t know you.
Perception can always change,
When you look up and acknowledge today.
Allow the world to change you,
But don’t allow it to break you.
Get out of your head and relate to,
Contrast and appeal.
The paintbrush is in your hand,
To paint colourfully on the mountain,
And to catapult you to daylight.
Contrasting experience and appearance,
Humanity stirs within you a dream,
And molds within you your leap.
Outside your comfort and frailty,
Where reality constantly changes,
In a world of contrast and breakthrough,
Of unfulfilled dreams and awakening.
Let the stream guide your awakening,
Flow downstream, and not upstream.
Don’t allow the past to break you,
Too much weight in your carry-on,
Results in unsteadiness and wavering.
Live in the present, not resentment.
Create your calling and respect.
Power within always resides,
In the God up above, by your side.
Competition is your best friend.
Living in expense and luxury,
Buying expensive diamonds,
And toys you don’t use,
To convince others,
Of your value beneath insecurities.
You created your own competition,
Out of jealousy and greed,
To prove that you’re worthy,
You forgot what it means,
To live a life internally.
You’re so focused on the outside,
That you forgot the true meaning,
Of success and happiness,
Beneath true feelings.
Deep down, you’re scared and frail,
So you prove yourself,
Through things,
Toys and a diamond ring.
The bigger the truck,
The price tag on the front,
Creates the status.
A price on our very lives.
Why has luxury,
Reigned over debts.
Giving ourselves all sorts of stress.
To impress someone who doesn’t care.
Let’s focus on ourselves,
Through the infinite self.
Let the divine bring us light,
And peace amongst the darkest nights.
A presence,
That money, people or things cannot bring.
We’re all on a journey from upbringing,
Competing with ourselves,
For our own expansion,
The evolution of our soul.
There’s no competition,
Other than self-imposed.
The law of attraction can make or break you,
In a world of uphill and breakthrough.
Let honesty rule our sight,
As we break free of the treacherous light.
Let’s not allow pride to rule our soul,
By thinking merely of the world.
Let’s seek our inner treasure,
It contains our inner power.
And let our inner self shine,
Brighter than the bright-colored sky.
We know the law works by might,
As we don’t contradict despite.
Let’s not forget our core,
Where thoughts create our world.
Wisdom has a mind of its own,
Sneaks up in time as we seek our soul.
When black paint is smeared against the wall,
We try to make sense of it all.
The gift of wisdom lies,
A world of coincidence in the sky.
There is always light in the midst of a cry,
As we make sense of the heartbreaking trial.
Constant reminders to stay in the game,
In a world of recurring thoughtful change.
No accidents only serenity,
And confirmation of the journey.
Seeking wisdom before the lies,
Is the only answer to win the trial.