One day we’ll realize we’ve been drifting away
Just endlessly sailing until our last breath
Our eyes forever wandering towards the side show
We’ll see that nothing else matters
But the little things
Picture; Priya Patel Photography
For a while I’ve been in the loop, I’m experiencing a paradigm shift in my mind. Everything I’ve ever believed in is being slaughtered at the table of doubt. They say some things are relative, based on perception, that there is no right or wrong, only consequences. Is this a perceptive truth?
There’s something in the way our mind works, deciphering, processing, breathing. So complex yet so human, ordinary, mysterious. It’s not about the lifestyle, it’s not about the money; Maybe most of us are distracted from our purpose by the smoking mirrors of things.
Picture; Fast company
Satisfaction is a myth
Treasures are not found on the street corner
What lies on the surface is not deep and life gives no hand outs
You have a right, yes but do you know your rights?
Knowledge left to fallow is not power
Wisdom and money can get you almost anything
But only wisdom can save your life
We may throw the dice, but the Lord determines how they fall.
Picture; Saatchi Art
Trouble comes and joy light dims
Suddenly the entire world is against you even the elements
From nowhere it’s like your life’s story is sinking into a plot twist
Things happen and we move on but the impact
It strays away like a dog into your subconscious and wandering into the night
But someday the windows open and the fresh air comes flooding in, sweeping away the fog
as we breathe we realize it’s all gone; the sky is blue again
Paint the world on my canvas
Maybe the warm colors will make it a better place
Cast the net upon the waters
Maybe we’d find food for our soul space
Show me what dreams are made of
Maybe I’ll see the future, gaining clarity in this fog
Tell the truth and not a lie, free the dove
Maybe I’ll wake up and feel agog
I open my eyes and it’s new
I survived yet another mystery
Are we all programmed machines in a system of gods?
What stage are we?
Do you feel alone sometimes?
I do, mostly when the sky is night and it’s quiet outside
Do you count yourself lucky?
Another day, another night
Until the last sunrise
Picture; Tes Teach
The war has ended and the soldier must return home
All that he knew is now dead
His mind is reborn into a new life
One that sees the world in perception
He is alive for a reason and he doesn’t know why.
The caves are now skyscrapers and the sky is no longer the limit
Time seems to never die
At least not yet
The same stories will be told to the chosen
Some will believe, others won’t and the cycle will continue.
Things change and everything must go
As the need arises we shed our skin
We realize again how it all came to be
But amidst the chaos, the beliefs and uncertainty
Life is good
Life is good
I was in the dark and I couldn’t see
It was warm but I was cold inside
I could feel my heart thumping within it’s cage
But there was no beam; no ray came to save me
But something kept tugging at me
It was a whisper, a still small voice
The words gave me life; it gave me eyes
And so I walked to the edge of the cliff, I took the jump
I’ve done this many times
But this time; I let myself go
And for the first time, I found a lord
Picture; Zachary Snellenberger
Please do not destroy the illusions I have made
Set me free with your lies
Send me to the sky with what I can bear
Hold me dearly to your fragile heart
Let me hear it slowly fading away
Into a time and space, where nomads rest
Light my way with few words
For never has the unknown crushed a spirit
Let me be
Let me stay
In my bliss ignorant
Please, just don’t