distorted messages

on my way back from my moms on the bike tonight
i had a distorted idea that life is but burdened by us wanting to be someone
or to achieve something...

nothing wrong with that...

we will get what we ask for... its just a matter of time and how they will arrive

but things come with a reason and a price.

are we ready to pay for the price?

what is the reason we want it?

then it spoke to me...

it said,

ask for nothing and seek nothing for you have already everything.

let me decide and give you what is best for you... what you are most ready for now.

but if you choose to decide i shall oblidge.

but i will therefore not be answerable for your outcome.

well said. point taken.

how would i know what is best for me?

the hidden forces are always hidden

people always say they do not exist.

but that is why they are called the hidden forces.

anyway, my conclusion is therefore ask for nothing and seek nothing
but listen to the rythm of life

the pulsation in me leading me
guiding me
telling me

aspire not
but be inspired

seek not
but be looked after

ask not
but to listen

the knowing is in you...

TOLD YOU IT WAS RANDOM AND DISTORTED....

but... did it make sense?

clouded mirror cracked windows

passion like fire
love clouded by desire

looking through a cracked window
into a clouded mirror

life seems lifeless
and heart beating without a beat

waking to a life of sleeplessness

bleeding is less painful
cutting through the heart with a razor blade and yet feel not pain

have i been numbed for a good reason
or just too painful to register

or simply too numb
too numb to hate for all is filled with love

perhaps someday i will know the answer

but for now as the saying goes...
time heals everything

why is...
pain such a beautiful thing
and sadness filled with beauty

loving while in pain is the ultimate test

why such profoundness in the late night hours
or shall i call it the early morning

time is a such a strange concept
love even more so
hatred exists not in the pain nor the in the heart
just filled with love yet love being so beautiful is also painful
but love is such

shall i defend myself or shall i love

am i lonely or am i scared

why cant i just know the answer
when i am with me all the time

clouded mirror
cracked windows