You are special. You. The person who thinks about life. The person that asks why?. The person who doesn’t eat ideas whole and is not swiped by the wave of what’s popular. You see the vastness in the sky, and in the soul. You feel beyond good or bad, and see beauty in the rage,… Read more You.

I just wanna end it

There’s  a part of me that thinks is all futile There’s a pain that takes over And the gratitude and the light Are just there on side lines of my deep grief of wide understanding Standing alone in the storm of my personal cloud And I just wanna end it I don’t want an ear… Read more I just wanna end it

Why only the old people dance?

I hope that there will be an end to my delusions. A point in time where all its left is a desire to have fun in the face of the futility of my efforts to change life Old people dance Knowing that every story has an end, and every moment is a treasure.

Through the eyes of a thousand universes

You are seen through Whatever filter that opinion may be Who are you then But the universe who can only see itself. In the distortion of the seen A wavy projection from the mere reflection of you Lives in the average, the max and min and in between.

Existence is art school

Existence itself is art school. Pure consciousness paints the universe in all the various dimensions of our perception. Brushing light into form, sound, texture, taste, and odor. Watch the light bounce into different shades of colors. Absorb yourself in the vibration of sound in your ear, and the tingling of feel at the surface of… Read more Existence is art school

Starting over

It’s never all wrong. Higher understandings will sometimes lead you to start over. Many times you’ll have to do the same thing you did before, but for better reasons. Less selfish reasons. There’s no work that’s too little,or that’s too small. Sometimes you gotta start from the bottom. and it’s alright.

Keep going

Do it for others. Commitment to ourselves can fluctuate. Specially when your commitment requires you to  step out of your comfort zone regularly. Things may get overwhelming, and in the mist of the turbulence, the fire of our why gets faded. Our why are the reasons why we take action. The reasons every dream becomes… Read more Keep going