Follow your heart.
Trust your gut.
Go with the flow.
Don’t fight the feeling,
as feelings are fleeting.
Be a human being.
You are all-seeing.
Believe in your intuition.
Don’t cause friction.
See reality for what it is.
There’s so much to miss.
Enjoy life and its bliss.
It does not get better
than this. Don’t look
at your wrist. Time is
an illusion. Trust
your intuition. Become
the person you love.
Above all, stand tall.
Take that call. Don’t
drop the ball. Trust
yourself above all else.
Ride the wave. Do not
cave in. Remember all
the places you’ve been.
Keep moving forward.
It is time to cut the cord.
Tag: being
Oblivion
Oblivion is a place that people
often visit. It’s a big place. You
can’t miss it. It’s a different world
that knows no boundaries. Nothing
exists in oblivion. Those who enter
can become stuck. Oblivion is a
state of mind. It’s more than being
oblivious. Ignorance is bliss. Go
up or down, right or left. Get up
and show the world you’re moving
to the rhythm of your choosing.
Chemical Warfare
There is chemical warfare each day.
Our bodies are the battlefields.
Caffeine, nicotine, oxygen, carbon.
Sometimes, living involves a bargain.
Most times, success is a moving target.
There are elements we can’t forget.
Hard times compound as bonds
break. There are certain feelings
we can’t fake. There are chances
we must take. There will be days
we hate. All we can do is wait.
Our fate is to be determined. Still,
we fill ourselves with the will to
kill chemicals spilled. Chemicals
swirl inside where our demons hide.
Feelings go low, then high like a tide.
Life is like a wave we must ride.
Dopamine, serotonin, adrenaline,
and cortisol. We must balance it all.
Life is short. Make sure you walk tall.
Pulling Petals
Days pass by, and the petals
fly. In a glorious garden, life
slows down; I can now zero
in on sounds that have yet
to be heard. I look around.
I see vibrant colors and shapes.
Without thought, birds and bees
survey the land. Abundant motion
surrounds a restless soul. I see
trees dance above a strong ground.
Coexisting with each other, all forms
of life carry on with no concern.
Not asking to be born, I learn to ask
how to live a life without keeping
track of all that I lack. I ask flowers
what it feels like to be pulled, planted,
cut, watered, and given away. I pluck
a flower in the midst of April showers,
and I begin pulling petals. One by one,
under the justified sun, I start pulling
petals. “She loves me. She loves me not”.
Asking questions that go unanswered.
After another question, the flower
was naked, missing its petals. Because
of my questioning, the flower’s beauty
is missing. I destroyed something due
to me not believing. I knew that my
doubt washed all the beauty out.
I lay the flower stem on the dirt,
and I realize my questions did
nothing but cause pain and hurt.