So much redundancy to prove a point,

although something false will never become truth,

no matter whether on repeat.

Too much noise to hear the truth,

yet what do we need?

To hear ourselves.

To hear the birds,

the trees,

the breeze,

our hearts beg —


We are tied up in distractions,

only to realize the oasis we chased,

is nothing but a fleeting illusion.

The only thing permanent is impermanence,

but the only thing worth chasing is meaning itself.

Are we living life for others,

or are we living life to live?

One Step At A Time

One step at a time.
Piece by piece, we bring together,
our thoughts,
our ponderings,
our wonderings,
our beings.

Sometimes what we need,
to see the entire picture is time,
to fully embrace,
the lessons,
the heartache,
the tragedy,
the triumph,
for if we are to grow,
and become who we, and only we,
envision ourselves to be,
we mustn’t react solely out of,
spite, desire, greed,
justice, chivalry, righteousness,
but through independence,
of our minds,
our hearts,
our conscious souls.
Then, we shall find,
beyond the rainbow and leprechauns,
the true meaning,
of our actions and beliefs,
to carve out our name,
not of blood,
but of light.


Of the Earth. Our hearts.

Energies connecting souls, minds,

discoveries long forgotten,

buried underground,

the ground holding up skyscrapers,

cement, cars, 


A return to the fundamentals of life,

the wonderment captured at our first breath,

teeming with life-energy,

coming back into the cocoon of oneness. 




Pushing forward,
sometimes means stepping back,
examining where we have been —
what we have done.
Where we are headed,
what we are to do next.

But what about now?
Have we taken the time to look down and see,
what we have created?
Time, sweat, tears,
laughter, more sweat, excitement.
If we do not stop to expand into the now,
we are neither in the past nor future,
for without the now, nothing exists.

Pushing through,
we ponder upon the reality of things,
the meaning of our doings,
the tragedy that is the momentum pushing us forward,
when we lack relaxation,
when we lack compensation,
for the heart, the sweat, the tears,
we have invested.

Take a look around,
what do we see?
Destruction or instruction,
to expand or reprimand,
the very existence we call life.

We must live as we are meant to;
living, breathing, being, seeing,
not the illusions we create,
but through such illusions, the lessons we must partake.
Let us not be afraid of letting go,
to usher in space for the beyond,
for we are infinite beings,
growing, evolving, maturing,