Tag: point of view

The Way I See You

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
My perspective about you might change all the time.

It might be about in which angle I stand when looking at you, or
How far I distance my sight when observing you, or
How full circle I go around you to see all sides, or
How long I stay in one corner speechless enjoying the daisy, or
How critical I pull all the dots of you looking imperfect in these eyes until I find it's the lenses impaired that I can't see your beaut so see-through, or
Simply how I accept how you describe you....

I always want the last as I want you to tell me about you.
But you know, sometimes I don't trust you....

Let me trust you.

all is true in its own position – layers of truth apply to human beings’ journey; clarity is truly important to make the right decision, belief is important to stay in the chosen lane

Vantage Points

Learning, Poetic

Vantage points, dear self
Splitting visions to see things
Comprehensively.

problem solving sometimes best happens when i see things from different perspectives

Style

Learning, love, Poetic

Your style's, Beloved
Yours that cajoles her to move
Current point of view.

i’m not a fan of French style but this hotel makes me feel home in Hanoi so i accept the style as it is and make it my preferred hotel

Your Highness Age

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Dear,
You.
Could you tell my body
To slow down
And let you go first?

Your Highness Age,
You are too excited
Yes, precise too.
Yet would you please
Leave me an energetic one?

Yours truly,
Weakening Body

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how i see myself 😍

how my nephews and nieces see me 😂

The Wings

Learning, Poetic
The wings, Beloved,
Grown from fluid that fasts and sleeps;
Perching butterfly—

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I call it journey, you call it metamorphosis. I call it idea, you call it egg. I call it maturity, you call it a born chrysalis. I call it manifestation, you call it developed butterfly. I call it love, you call it commitment. I call it this, you call it that. We look one thing from different points of view and describe it with different disciplines. In fact we are talking about the same thing.

Then….

You see a butterfly perching on my shoulder, I see a messenger bringing me a love letter from my beloved telling me:

“Hello, my love. Relax. You are safe. I’m here with you.”
RC Gorman’s