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What I saw is what I became.

The moon slightly new. The dawn coming soon, I see myself in the mirror and what I see is you.

I remember your gestures, right down to how you maneuver.Initially thought obscurity, you gently gave me a tour to your heart and how it’s shattered.

I went to your brain and saw how it’s assessed. I went to your spleen and saw the rage. you guided me to your darkness and I realized I didn’t pack a lunch. 

What I saw is what I became.Energy transference complete.You won I am defeated.With the greatest of psychedelic chemistry, you gave me your misery.I gladly took it with hopes I could see you shine like a mystic,Centerfold catalogs is where I saw you belong. 

my place in your life was to show you love is infinite. 

We both deserved each other.

Or perhaps it was preparation to induce more pain in you so you can heal properly.

Be one again.
Even the most ambitious must be aware some things are simply out of reach.I couldn’t get to you in time.

“Blame it on my youth.”

You slip out of my hands.No one caught me when I was falling off the ledge. You weren’t my savior yet you never intended to hurt me.

This end result is a hard laboring crime.
Up all night seeing our bodies intertwine in the dark as I mercifully watch my bed we made love in. “Where our souls danced.” The same bed you felt guilty in. The same bedding I drowned my tears in afraid that overdose was welcoming my death.

the death of a heaven sent union shattered by words and actions and pride and selfishness.

It didn’t have to be like this.But it is.

I ponder over numbers.I see soliloquies of the memories. I hear tale telling footsteps. I scream at the idiosyncrasies.

Yet and still you’ll be the one I would never understand. Until you uncover your belief in me. I can only dream you are marinating on the same thoughts.

Just as I still feel the deepest part of me tugging to be with you soon. 

 Another part is praying to never be in the likes of someone to use me as their crutch for self serving reasons.

Reasons and seasons.

Time is the illusion.

Let’s mind our mindfulness. 

To let go.

The subconscious facial expressions that I make that are you I must be aware of to dead away

To be on block 

a dead bird on the side of the road 

To be never looked back on

Yet it’s remembered by the lingers at the mere thought of it 

I must try to let go of the love that is embedded in my heart for you 

The soul snatching making me swoon 

Eye catching enchanted whispers you consume

Somehow I must say goodbye to you.

Even though I lay down next to you.

your memory lingers here 

you already had our story played out 

And I was placed in your unwanted list of unrealistic expectations. 

So I die.

Dying to tell you I need you

But pride killed that vibe 

I scrunched upon the pieces of myself in tulum 

Where I denied infliction 

I’m too strong to admit such atrocity

Yet aware of the affliction I placed on you.

Revenge wasn’t so sweet as I suspected.

I was left with the wherewithal of misery.

Hurt begets hurt.

Unresolved vulnerability lingers across the four walls I stare at.

The loss of a lover.
I don’t remember our last kiss.

I remember the feeling.

I hope I can only see through this.

To let go is where I will find my strength. 

The power of L O V E.

Love  

This word love can be cemented in alpha like scenic areas

Pacing down yellow brick roads

recreated to see the colorful mixologist touches on exotic beverages

Or created to be a havoc in someone’s world

This word without action can show the most unfilling desires taking place,

Not realizing your more than a word you are in fact life.

And life is love 

Love being four letters and four arguably representing the salt of the earth. Saltines for the hungry and ebsom salt for our aches and pains. Perhaps the salty looks we give when love recedes its questioning hairlines.

Or the salt we feel when we gave it our all and it still wasn’t enough.

Maybe the sea salt in the ocean to clear out some impurities in our temple.

To wash away the old and welcoming the new.

Perhaps remembering what was and embracing what is now.

Salt baths mixed with some fresh milk for purification.

Love is righteous.

The Deacon board somely swear the beauty of life in you is in all of us.

Kneed crackled kneecaps falling at the alter once remembering love lives in you when love have consistently failed you.

What to do?

Is your God listening or is your own God in you waiting to be woken up soon?

Pick a bed.

One that can be your gravely idled emotions soaking in a puddle of tears for someone you can’t save or a bed lovingly to have peace in knowing you loved yourself well enough to know tomorrow is a faith driven source you believe in.

In the meantime you grind for the love of the life you have.

Kicking down doors where ever you go because your self influence give others peace in you knowing you are power to be reckon with.

Love is power

telekinesis that feels those energetic sources deep down in your diaphragm reminding you he still lives there.

He gave you the power.

He?

The love of your life that’s no longer here.

But granted he gave you something infinite you can take with you.

You might cry now but later you’ll see the blessing.

May God and Goddesses around the world know this beautiful spectrum of the greatest force known to man.

The power of love.

Root of the Bodhi Tree: The Four Noble Truths and the Noble Eightfold Path

Lama Surya Das

Despite the unbelievable variety of scriptures, practices, languages, cultures and approaches, we find at the center of all the customs of Buddhism the Four Noble Truths and the Noble Eightfold Path. As the Dalai Lama said, “There is no Buddhism without the Four Noble Truths. If you want to know Buddhism, you must know the Four Noble Truths.” The Four Noble Truths are the facts of life from a Buddhist perspective.

Four Noble Truth Four Noble Truth

1. Life is Dukkha (Suffering). Suffering happens all through life because people always want more or little bit better than what they already have.

2. All suffering is caused by craving/desire and attachment. Because we don’t have what we want we think and feel trouble.

3. Suffering can be reduced. All delicate desires must be extinguished by the human being who wishes freedom from suffering and it can be extinguished by walking the Path. If we…

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Reflections

Ever tried seeing their soul Instead of their mistakes Evert tried listening to their voice Instead of their stories Every shout of anger attack Every cry at night they had Every moment they tried to laugh But failed after a thousand attempt crap It’s a reflection of their deep soul A reflection of every word […]

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On the flip side

On the flipside,Like the side of the spatula that’s clean. On the side of what we call deduction reasoning,how could you quantity what you believe? 

Mutually exclusivity, Singularity. 

I’m tired of these 20 minute love affairs, I make love continuously . Preserving, protecting, smiling at the thought of you.

Thoughtful touches, Kind affections, Lovely gestures.My weakness is being played against me in his circle of trust.On the flip side, there’s no rush.It’s about looking in the mirror to look into yourself.

This love transformed me, my realized self,I’m now exposed.No cover can hide this kind of vulnerability.

I’m lost in the woods looking at the trail to find my way back home.But I find myself following the moon,and I ended up here. So either side is one of the same.

Love endures. 

But on the flip side, the shit just dont make sense. 

The midnight zone 

Midnight zones

Where the most interesting creatures live

no light here only skins and bones.

Surpassing its sunlight zone even the twilight zones,

90% of us live in dark places.

Places we find hard to shake.

Feelings we find hard to take 

Habits we find hard to break.

This reminds me of our love. 

We were floating where the Dolphins show off their majestic acrobatic abilities and where the world saw us shine.

Shining like crystals offshore absorbing the light of yesterday and tomorrow.

What a beautiful place to be when you feel like you are floating on air. 

Especially with someone you know who will always be there.

You are tickled by the little jealous gestures of one another not knowing deep down something is happening.

Your falling into the twilight zone.

A more melancholic state.

Starting to doubt each other’s ability.

Trying to control the very part of what we try to let go off thus making these forced creatures to scurry for food. 

Trying to hold onto what was yesterday and not seeing how promising tomorrow is.

Both at fault but we dare not let those show because all we have is pride.

We were reaching for the skies in the sunlight zone and here we squint to see the light. 

Why couldn’t we both realize how important it was to preserve this? 

The grief of your yesterday keeps plaguing at you.

Our bond questioned by too many nights out partying by myself and we both know you can quite the inquisitor. 

Our wandering minds turned into forced miscommunication.

Saying words that weren’t meant but unfortunately they resonated. 

We didn’t realize the words that cut so deep we sunk into this place. 

This midnight zone. 

There’s no light here.

The calls stop coming.

The communication completely cut off.

This is where the lowest of low consciousness dwell on the past.

The basement.

Basking in memories we will never have again.

Losing our ability to live again.

We are losing here. 

The crying never stops. 

We find fault in everything but ourselves.

Or rather finding fault and killing ourselves because of it. 

The most malicious encounters reside here.

Situations such as not calling someone you love on their birthday. 

Telling someone you care for deeply you don’t want to keep all your eggs in one basket.

Mistake after mistake after mistake.

Not letting love lead the way.

We are dying because we can’t breathe here. 

There’s no air. 

And almost 90% of creatures live here.

What does that say about humanity?

We had a higher power remember?

That power being our souls. 

Letting our souls lead us to float back up to the sun.

But it is only if we allow it.

We can’t force anything on anyone or control anything that should be natural.

I only pray that you find your way back to me. 

But love, I can’t stay here.

The midnight zone is a devastation over and over again.

I have the ability to float back up to the top.

I need the God in me to lift me back up. 

I only hope you can follow suit.

Even if it’s without me.

Because that’s how much I love you.

I just want you to be happy.