Tag: fear

Have You?

Learning, life, love, Poetic
I've asked myself all my life:
Have you ever thought what this life is for?
You're born. You die.
You struggle. You cry.
You suffer. You rant.
You're full. You sleep.
You're fulfilled. You forget.
You're numb. You're silent.

If it's really
You that this life is about,
Am I really needed?
Am I really wanted?

Yet the echoes of the quest go on.
Your answers feel like algae converting light to feed my days with
Hope that you embrace me, with
Fear that it will end when I still owe you  promises.

I can't answer it clearly until today.

It becomes like a love story
In which falling in love is either inserted with broken-hearted acceptance or ended with broken hearted let-go.

That I live for
You, because of
You, in
You, through
You is a journey between a lover longing for the beloved who might care but care; who might love but hate, who might exist but not exist.

Have you ever thought what this life is for? I said yes and yes and yes to
You, and for
You.

Guidance

Amouge, Guidance – it’s about you guiding me to you

bought it when in Sydney

slided the box out of the outer cover

one of my best gift to myself – a scent that guides

Generosity

Learning, love, Poetic

Love teaches me to be generous
Of admiration and hopes and dreams.
However, fear drives me to be stingy
Of admiration and hopes and dreams.

You're a pendulum I'm hugging, Beloved
Swinging me from
Love to
Fear.

I know my wish won't change anything.
You constantly move to balance
Your own generosity,
And my imbalance is just a side effect, 
Not your fault--

I'm almost drowning,
Your stream is so strong.
I'm more and more deeply pulled
To where I belong:
A smile of generosity,
Where love is abundant,
Fear dormant.

letting go is making sure love is abundant and fear dormant

What Has Age Taught You? – haiku

Learning, Poetic

What has age taught you?
Fear to lose or daringness
To shine through glory~

Temasek – October 14, 2019

 

Life is choking at times but mostly it feels too roomy to let yourself be offended by only a few wrong-doings or wrong decisions. If your life is as short as a mayfly’s age, you might want to fly dancing the most gracefully. Or, you just want to rest perching on the bark while praying for the best of 24 hours before your life cycle ends — this is the least suggested though.

My Beloved, please always spare me a beautiful life -I know Your definition of beautiful might be with some splash of shit in it- to share with those that matter to me (and also with those that don’t, as You wish). 💝

Please grant me clarity.