Crashing waves, dramatic scenes.
Synchronicities are my dreams.
Everything that gels and flows with ease,
What I search for smelling the breeze?
Twilight sparkles and thoughts that flow,
Words not spoken but somehow known.
Searching for passion, needing a cause,
Something that will inspire makes energy flow.
Breaks in rhythm building suspense,
out from the ordinary awakes my sense.
Needing fulfillment, seeking the way,
try not to struggle and ruin the wave.
To not be anything, holds the ability to be everything.
What is seen on the outside is not what you are, but what others perceive you to be.
When labeled with a title, you try to live up to that expectation, but the thoughts and actions of one thing, keep you from being another.
Be nothing and in this have the ability to become everything.
When unprogrammed and free the mind is clear and startling realizations come – opportunity knocks.
Don’t waste time trying to find yourself, your already there.
To not be insulted is a fine state indeed
And attacks on your character show another’s need.
For an emotion to rise, a comment struck home.
Offense was taken by this persons ego alone.
No one else noticed, their security was intact,
But the chink in ones armour, felt the pressured attack.
If one feels angered, and another does not,
It’s the development of ego, the difference a lot.
Past experience and future dreams,
Values held dear and moral extremes.
These are the things that sense the assault,
The real person inside is not at fault.
For when you were born, you were still who you are.
The passing of time has pushed the real you far.
Some things have happened, and only to you,
These are the sees, that taint what is true.
Lose your self, and the labels you’ve claimed,
And enjoy a free world, unburdened by chains.