There is no point in starting off the new year with a false façade
And so...
I walk away from all that does not interest me
I will not bother with people or things that bother me
I can be selective with my time
I am content to be quiet when my opinion does not matter
I will share what I want when the time presents itself
I can not pretend to care when my true empathy is elsewhere
I will not fall victim to the trappings of pretentiousness
I will be kind to those that deserve it
and
I will be patient with those that require a bit more time to deserve my kindness
I will accept my imperfections as my cross to bear
and
I will love myself and others with the diapason of my heart's symphony
Monday, January 5, 2015
Monday, December 15, 2014
Falling Applause
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Variant Grade
A perfectionist's thought process;
The sign of progress is to better your prior best
Anything shy of this is less than your abilities and thus establishes your first level of failure
With this,
The depths of failure will always plunge far deeper than the apex of success
This is why a perfectionist is often in the dark
Chipping away at the canyon, but seldom recognizing the beauty in the variant grade
The sign of progress is to better your prior best
Anything shy of this is less than your abilities and thus establishes your first level of failure
With this,
The depths of failure will always plunge far deeper than the apex of success
This is why a perfectionist is often in the dark
Chipping away at the canyon, but seldom recognizing the beauty in the variant grade
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Getting Wet and Loving It
A mother who has lost a child carries the weight of that child in grief
That love does not fade or weaken
It remains a tear in the heart that weeps everyday
Spiritual souls collect these tears and pool them together in a cloud
When the weight of the grief becomes too heavy, the clouds release this abundance of love with showers
So the next time it rains, soak up the love
That love does not fade or weaken
It remains a tear in the heart that weeps everyday
Spiritual souls collect these tears and pool them together in a cloud
When the weight of the grief becomes too heavy, the clouds release this abundance of love with showers
So the next time it rains, soak up the love
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Wonder World
When you look at me and wonder where I am
I am deep in thought
I am not vacant - I am sold out
I am not distant - I am ever present
In my own world
Built on the stilts of inquisition
Where questions are the foundation of existence
And answers inspire a new development
Saturday, May 10, 2014
It Comes From Within
A mother represents pure and simple love.
She is the first to share herself.
The first to feed us, nurture us and touch us.
She is the first to feel the inexplicable and sensational bond with a child.
There is no one else who can claim these things before a mother can
and there is not a child born,
who has shared these firsts with anyone, other than their mother.
In addition to these physiological aspects that a mother bears,
there is also the ethereal, intangible connection of love
that knows no limits, breaks all barriers and lasts eternally
Forever connected to our mother's hearts,
their love beats within us
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Thinking Hiccups
At times my thoughts,
are like a hiccup
they come out of nowhere
and annoy me
until such time as I can rid them of their pestilent persistence
Shaking them,
only after numerous manipulations of mind and body
The peculiar interlude is not always a welcome guest
But the exodus is always a felicitous feat
are like a hiccup
they come out of nowhere
and annoy me
until such time as I can rid them of their pestilent persistence
Shaking them,
only after numerous manipulations of mind and body
The peculiar interlude is not always a welcome guest
But the exodus is always a felicitous feat
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