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Haiku; Breath

Tasty air breathing

transcending the hungry mind

Meditating starts.

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Pondering

Ever feel like you’re just floating? Like, you’re not sure if you’re coming or going? What’s up with that? Is it some kind of mental awareness I lack? Is it that I’m being whack? Fake diagnosing myself- a quack?

I know I’m better at certain things and I’m terrible at others. I like painting and writing, though I do like another. I like winning. I’m better at succeeding.

Setting goals and knocking ’em down, like bowling pins.

Maybe not succeeding the first time, so it’s time for more spins.

We gotta stop being hard on ourselves. If we don’t succeed the first time, that’s fine, we’ll know the rules next time.

I say that for myself, as well. I’d rather gain valuable knowledge, which is swell. There’s also timeless experience, with no clocks or bells.

The goal is to change my negative beliefs and grow. Morphing into an Oscar winning actor – positively giving quite the show. I know life isn’t easy, and that’s okay. I’d rather be an action packed series, with a new storyline everyday.

Walking Lights

Lights – Camera – ACTION. Glorious rainbow-ish beings of attraction.

The invisible spirit resembling the body. Emotions signifying like an ongoing hobby.

The color of heart for love and anger. A heaven of blue for loyalty, like a sky anchor.

Dressing in the sun for energy and joy. Rolling around in the grass – the relaxation of healing we enjoy.

Every time it rains, the lost floating spirits come out and play. When it stops, the visible gloating spirits look in awe, of the colorful display.

Walking luminosities and floating lights. The blending ferocities of Mother Earth’s delights.

Painted apparencies and colored transparencies.

Walking rainbows, regularly glowing. Flying embodiment of emotions, always flowing. Empathic beings, thus continually knowing. Sympathetic colorful programs, forever growing.