Tag: conditionings

Tell Me, Already

You bellow me with sweet words afraid of my downfalling into the myriad of emotions that had me drown in before. Building my make belief that protection is what you are giving me it did look like tender love, you know in that strong and warm façade. Yet, has that all changed now? my trust… Continue reading Tell Me, Already

A Prayer for Innocence

Such madness pervading the innocent of shame, guilt and fear. Killing hearts of lambs overrunning, overflowing; how odd its power over one from once such openness to now, a shut closed door. How much does it take planning but all a scheming? Where then space for Spirit residing, awaiting for its call. True that abiding… Continue reading A Prayer for Innocence

In remembrance of a moment at MIMO, 2014

Baby, this is such an experience sitting beside you here in this grand hall of Lick Hung School waiting for the possibility of your name to be called. The hall is in a mess, with parents, teachers, volunteers each trying to serve their best interest managing their other children, the students and the event liken… Continue reading In remembrance of a moment at MIMO, 2014

Fading Shadow

I was, like still water; undisturbed, unperturbed. You were, like a sudden pebble tossed into water causing continuous ripples upon tranquillity. A movement initiated for the loving quest for Truth oh, what a sweet endeavour surrounded also, by enduring Love. Healing and humour all wrapped up in bundles perpetual releases following forgiveness clearing baggages –… Continue reading Fading Shadow

Going By

Sadness does not mean need Missing does not mean want Because what it entails Is simply an experience lost or gone. Accompanied by an imagination of none That can be found in future Yet who am I to conclude Who am I to judge? The dance of the One Who plays its puppets to its… Continue reading Going By

Relurking Opening

What a strange place to be Again Residing in between A journey takes off So does a game. Basking in enthusiasm Past traps surfacing Unusual yet familiar Will the end be the same? The illusion of choice Of possibilities Hovering clouds Blurring initial intent. What to become of this In surrendered will In sternest grounding… Continue reading Relurking Opening

The Flowering of Love

When you see a flower in the garden, and in the presence of that flower you feel good and alive. You call the flower ‘beautiful’, and you cut the flower out of the ground, and place the flower in a vase on your windowsill. You say to the flower, “You are mine and mine alone,… Continue reading The Flowering of Love

Forgotten Gods

When you see that face, those eyes, and their actions… Stepping on children’s chest, pointing those guns in the face of those children, And probably pulling the hair of those women, who seem too afraid to even scream, And be hit in the face again and again, and finally, be violated of their purity… Yes,… Continue reading Forgotten Gods