Order born of fear. Claiming the seconds that make up the minutes that make up a life. Doubting, too, these thoughts.
Three words that reveal they don’t really understand you: ‘You should just…’.
Immediate thoughts after meditation session: For a brief time I was able to invert the common experience of consciousness being located behind the face and in the middle of the head. I was able to expand the location of consciousness to fill the four walls within which I was seated. I am still pondering this […]
I’ve resisted writing. There is little new to say. Old terrain, worn terrain. And I annoy myself. And how! But it goes round. This thought. And that. Fueled by fear. Fear itself. Fear of failure. Fear of embarrassment. Fear of weakness. Fear of being seen. Fear of second place, of ridicule, of pain. Fear of […]
Should you ever doubt the second law of thermodynamics, release your children in any room in the house and wait longer than one minute.
‘It’s not where you’re at my friend it’s who you are there that really mattersI’m going back to Nova Scotia just as soon as I serve my time’ Check song out here. VisitorThe city sometimes is a backhanded invitationIt’s all just sitting there waiting for a man knows where it’s atBut if you want in […]
A recent comment I found thought-provoking. Thoughts? ‘How you characterize ‘the crowd’ is your own, no doubt, and unique construction. The coils of belonging have already entwined your soul, as the baby is reliant on its tribe; you are a part of that crowd as seen by all others. The crowd is amorphous, bright and […]
Originally posted on A peep into my Memory Palace…:
? July 22, 2018, Hyderabad @ 10 PM Dearest mine, Do you remember? The night I opened my eyes to this beautiful world for the very first time in that tiny little clinic in Naughar road. You welcomed me with twinkling eyes and the widest of…
Don’t mistake the crowd for the truth; failing to fit in does not mean you’re broken. Your horizons might extend further than your neighbour’s, your colleague’s, your friend’s; trust in your own eyes, let others trust in theirs. With deference to Hamlet, might I add: there is also nothing either right or wrong, but truth […]
Originally posted on Cristian Mihai:
“Imagine if you were blind, complete darkness. No colors, no views, no beauty, just pitch black. If you were blind, ask yourself how badly you would want to see.” If you want to do something, you’ll find a way. If you want to do something, and there’s no way, you make…
The greatest gift you can give another is a piece of your deepest self. Not your time. Not your money; but something more precious still. Is it understanding, or compassion, or attention that you offer? Is there a word bringing these together? Love? That piece you offer freely, that is the gift. You offer without […]
Set me adrift in the blackness, Let me spin aimlessly like a homeless globe, Traversing endless light-years without bearing. Release me to the void. To the black velvety comfort of a lightless horizon. I see. I hear. Nothing. A selfish bastard denying the world. One final cowardly display of spite. I spit at thee and […]
There is little to build upon moving forward when the second time around is the same as the first.
The ornaments look lovely but they’re pulling down the branches of the tree. – Cake, from ‘Love You Madly’
Here’s an experiment. Tomorrow, before entering the world, wear your hair a different way. Don socks that don’t match. When asked ‘how are you?’, don’t lie. Frown. When the queen walks in, remain seated. Be honest. Be yourself tomorrow. Unless you are infinitely agreeable, unless your hair looks equally good parted, unless you are God, […]
Woe the moment a material purchase becomes the highlight of your year.
Originally posted on Hunter's Thoughts:
Most of the time the end, is just a new beginning. And all we should see is happiness in it… but sometimes it hurts and pain comes with it. Sometimes a new life, is an old one refurnished, a book we’ve already read, but were too afraid to burn…
Spent a lifetime talking to that metaphorical wall, Beat my hands and head until they bled. Through streaming tears pleaded desperately, ‘WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?’ Spent a lifetime talking to that metaphorical wall, Until yesterday, When I chose to listen.