Posts Tagged With: fear
As the caravan was slowly passing by
There was the sand, the desert and the sky
The wind putting some sand dunes in front of her
And paradoxically her view was no more blurred.
Sadness wasn’t only guest cuddling her naked soul
Sadness came to say good bye as the wind slowly blows
There was the desert only and yet she found herself there in the middle
There were no more questions, she was the missing nothing in the riddle.
The breading became calm, the mind empty, and it was quiet
It was the last battle and the end of the daily riot
And yet it is only the art of letting go
The art of loving in the way wind effortlessly blows.
I could say thousands of bad words
To show you are only part of the herd
But I feel rather with you and I am giving you hand
For me is not an issue, I am stable even as I bend.
Don’t you feel some anger coming from within
Isn’t your tolerance border getting somehow thin
Don’t you have the urge to raise your voice against your tears
Don’t you find the will to fight against your deepest fears?
You are not he, she or they
And yet you are one each moment, each day
Put yourself aside and only observe
We are only living vibrancy, could be round or curve.
But once you feel stucked into your own brain cells
And your lifetime story becomes created by someone else
Find some will and raise from the ashes
Start fighting and you’ll see the light flashes!
They thought to be the winners
Although they thought us about the story of sinners.
They were using each time, each day much power
We were kind and beautiful, we were like flowers.
They were few, hidden somewhere on top
We were many, here, there, on each bus stop.
They became loud and made us act
We were overcoming fear, and freedom was already a fact.
In the end there are no winners, no losers
All get to the point they choose before their cruises.
They are losers by not finding that out
We are winners since in love we have no doubt.
She had too much power to handle it alone
But she knew the next steps because she a lot has grown.
She looked for a figure all around
To erase the shadows and all her wounds.
She found only few admirers
Infected by ‘cheap beauty’ viruses.
The – what she wanted – was long time dead
It rested between the pages she wrote or read.
Even seeing in the eyes of an old soul she remembered
Made her question of her ‘maktub’, although she trembled.
And so in a way trying to overcome by denying fear
His shadow so latent became her eternal zahir.
There was no need of any further glitter
Since she touched the essence, she understood the ether.
And though the pride or fear of the modern time existed
It was the biggest shift, since she many times twisted.
Now and never were either way an illusion
Splashed in her verses, love was her eternal fusion.