Why, 

This one thing I have yearned for

That which I have craved, prayed and dreamt about

Lands on my laps and somehow seems to cripple me. 
Why, 

Love for which I earnestly wished

To have my heart beat excitedly for

Sits on my heart 

And somehow I fear I’d die

From an un-beating heart. 
I love, I try to be indifferent 

I am loved, I try to be indifferent. 

Why? 

In my indifference is a longing

To be as loved as I already am

But somehow this indifference stifles me and I choke

From an abundance of the presence of that which I need

And the absence of a will to revel in the  lovely presents present to fill my unquenched satisfaction . 

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Letting LO(O)SE

When love afflicted me and wrapped its fingers around my head and my heart, I held on to Lizzy, the object of my love, like a frightened baby would to its mother.
She was all I had. I loved her and I knew she did me too. Then suddenly, things began to go awry, I felt it in my guts that something was amiss. It began from her being picky, to being nasty and unnecessarily ‘unpleasable’ and then down to nagging. I didn’t care what she did; I fought for her, for her love. She did not understand what she meant to me; she was air to me.

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What Do you See?

When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you see the real you, or what you have been conditioned to believe is you? The two are so, so different. One is an infinite consciousness capable of being and creating whatever it chooses, the other is an illusion imprisoned by its own perceived and programmed limitations.

David Icke.

When you stand before a mirror, the image reflected is as it is in the original state. So whether that image is beautiful or not, the mirror doesn’t say otherwise, it shows what there is, it projects what it is fed.

The same applies to us. I would want to liken the mind to the mirror. It is there that our truest selves are reflected. The sum of our being is embedded on the inside and so what makes you you is not the fair complexion you are adorned with, the perfect dentition or whatever characteristics your body possesses. We are more than what the body presents. So again I ask you, when you look inside, what do you behold? What do you feed the mirror of your mind with? What is the reflection it gives you? Continue reading