Life in flow

I am not angry.
I am peaceful.
I am like a river which flows across the land, ebbing and crashing, reshaping the world through my emotion.
The landscape is moulded by my movements.
The ebb and flow of my soul guides me to new lands, creating new paths from which new experiences can be gained.
Like a fire,I rage through the roughest terrain.
I destroy and remove the strong and unyielding.
I eliminate all that stands in my way, without compromise, without forgiveness.
An insurmountable rage burns through the anguish, the raw emotion intertwined with the soul.
The rebirth,
Born from the ashes, life begins to rebuild, create a new that which is destroyed, dismayed and turned to dust.
The life that flows offers new grounds, sweeping way the layers of ash that corrupt and suffocate.
It reinvigorates the green, populating the lands, the seas and the sky affording all those on high the promise of a new life.

Stop and Think

Silence, a mask of stillness that tells a thousand tales.
The words, truths untold, lies lost in the vastness of time.
The heart, misguided by deception, trapped by the pulsating longing to be whole.
The person, lost in the void, lacking the sight to foretell their own path.

Lost in the vastness of space we seek out that which we cannot find. The path we aim to travel is true to our heart but not to our nature.
Stirring up an eternal war of inner chaos we fight external and internal pursuers.
The troubled child seeks a guiding hand where none are to be found.
Searching the darkest corners hoping for light, there can be nothing with which to shine.
Through the alley of time the walls close in, narrowing the path with which to find that which is said to transcend even time.
Coming to the end, we learn that which we sought to find was never in front, rather, it was behind.
At the beginning where we started when that light shone so bright.
We took our first breath, we opened our eyes and thus we truly became that which was alive.
The light we long to find that brings purpose into our life, again, is not in front, rather, it is behind.

Stop and think!

One Drop.

One drop becomes two.
Those two become one.
The fluid movement of yourself the only release from the torment.
Behind closed doors the eyes cannot see.
Behind the walls no-one can escape.
Crawling under the skin, keeping alive the soul.

Through its flow resides a life, but its fleeting under the knife.
The wounds that cannot be seen emit their own voice.
Dragging you deeper into that void.
Remember to smile because it won’t be your last, you cannot escape your past.

Those nights alone you wonder why?
Because, nobody can hear you cry.
You reside in the dark toying with your broken heart.
Thinking its one of god’s art, you wonder!
When can I depart.

Fighting though we do in life, through all the troubles and strife,
We come back to this moment.
One drop becomes two.
Two drops become one.