I will sum it up for you, I will make it simple; I wait. I wait because patience is a virtue. I wait because I'm beautiful, and everything else will eventually fall into place around that. I wait because you are beautiful, and I like to sit & watch you live your life. I wait because I like to let go
of myself
and float upon my back in the river. I wait because I am taken good care of. We are beautiful, you and I.
So I wait.
I wait because we are helpless & needy. I wait because time goes by on its own. I wait because the now is always all I have; for at each & every new second the one before is gone & the one after doesn't belong to me. I wait because there will always be something yet to come. I wait because I smile, and smile because I wait.
I wait because life exists not elsewhere, but rather here, now, and within me. I wait because life is what happens whilst i'm busy being so impatient. I wait because I breathe
slowly.
I wait because I'll get there, I wait because if I don't get there I'll get somewhere else. I wait because no one remains forever unfound. I wait because I'm never lost, I'm always here; somewhere; anywhere. I wait because I like to know what I would miss if I don't wait.
I wait because I admire destiny. I wait because I am grateful, I wait because I believe. I wait because I surrender. I wait because I don't wish to understand.
I wait because I know we're all going somewhere, or no where. It doesn't matter because I wait, and I wait because it doesn't matter; it never really mattered, and probably never will.
And I wait, because unknowingly, we're all just waiting eternally.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Mandala
I reach out to touch it, but it's got density like that of deep waters. I swim across the ocean & into the cold high mountains as my hair tickles my face in the wind. I ride on the golden pony, we float together & red rubies start to dance around us as we sink into the heart of the milky way. This is our world; this is us; me & the golden pony. I breathe in the fog & as i exhale my heart slips out of my feathered body to chase the green kite racing against the blue skies. They both lightly swing & slowly land together as i breathe my heart back in whilst it twirls & brings about magic dust as though it's a little sea fairy spinning in circles. This is such a strange world isn't it? But i do like it here, i like strange worlds. I've spoken to the Tibetan king with the royal gold crown & he's taken me in. It's his golden pony i'm riding on now & i do not want to go back aymore.
And i wonder why one can only imagine in two dimensions.
And i wonder why one can only imagine in two dimensions.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Lady and the Bird
If it had all been fictional, I wouldn't have wanted a man on side. I would have wanted a big white bird under whose wide wings I would hide.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Softly as It Fades Away
I have been silent all day today. Things always happen when i'm silent. Nothing ever happens when i speak does it?
The world rotates when i'm silent. The sea waves roll & crash one after the other when i'm silent. The music plays when i'm silent.
I realise i've lost my love when i'm silent.
Because big things can only fade away in the quiet. And i like things to fade away softly. Softly as in a morning sunrise, softly as it fades away. I don't like to make a mess, you know. No one likes to make a mess i suppose, but some people just fail to see that things always happen when they're silent.
I want to go back to the seaside. I want to go back.. .. ..home.
I want to go back to mornings spent doing absolutely nothing but reading & breathing silently.
Because things always happen when i'm silent.
The world rotates when i'm silent. The sea waves roll & crash one after the other when i'm silent. The music plays when i'm silent.
I realise i've lost my love when i'm silent.
Because big things can only fade away in the quiet. And i like things to fade away softly. Softly as in a morning sunrise, softly as it fades away. I don't like to make a mess, you know. No one likes to make a mess i suppose, but some people just fail to see that things always happen when they're silent.
Had i been dead or did i just die?
I want to go back to the seaside. I want to go back.. .. ..home.
I want to go back to mornings spent doing absolutely nothing but reading & breathing silently.
Because things always happen when i'm silent.
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