Posts Tagged With: feeling

Don’t Wonder

PresenceDon’t wonder if they realize
that they are always in your heart
and if it’s always really true
that they do love and care for you
Just ask…

Don’t let the fear of getting hurt
stop you from sharing what is true
From sharing you
From showing you
From loving…

What really hurts is what we don’t say
it’s time for your love to understand
Time for your love to really care
for more than to teach and to repair
It’s time to stay…

Promise your heart you will be there
Promise from now on you will stay
not through beginnings and day only
but when it’s over and night gets lonely
I promise that too…

Through shadow and light I promise you
I promise I love and care for you
even when I am wondering
if love is truly what I bring
I promise I’m with you…

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I Feel

I feel the power17
The dark
The nothingness
I feel the fullness
The depth

Energy

The ever telling story
The instruments of heart

Man made tales
The bridges
The gaps
The sweetness
The strange

All the man made wishes
The troubles
The wind
The change
The power

I feel

 

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How To Find The One

Look for the person that makes you want to be nothing else but yourself.

Look for the person that makes you want to share with them not only all the wonderful things, memories and feelings in your life but also all of your quirks, troubles, worries, bad feelings and memories.

Look for the person that makes you feel like you don’t need to move an inch and they will love you all the same.

Look for the person that makes you feel like you can move a thousand miles and they would love you even more each passing day.

Look for the person that you would love even if they stayed the same and never achieved anything more.

Look for the person that you would love even if they changed their mind about what their purpose was a thousand times.

Look for the person that makes you feel like home.

Look for the person that makes you feel like you somehow suddenly understand. You just know that everything is alright and it can’t be any other way because when you truly know there’s no doubt.

You may look for them a long time or maybe you’ve already given up or sometimes you just make a wish, wait quietly and they come to you.

However it happens, the only way to find them is to start looking for yourself. Who you want to be, what you really like, what story you’d like to tell, what you want to create, to give, to feel, to get, what and who you love.

That is learning to love. And by this learning you’re looking for them. And you find them.

The One

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Back to Poetry…

A little poem I wrote..13

 

To all the great people you ever know
wouldn’t it be great to show
that the more beautiful things you see
the more beautiful you will be?

Who ever sees your honest soul
doesn’t he want to embrace you whole?
Wouldn’t he want to feel you too
so that he knows that he is you?

And for all of the loving friends
wouldn’t you want to see the ends
of someone else’s journeys’ starts
to arrive always in your hearts?

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Forever Always Me

16 I like the quiet looks

I like the silent parks

I like the morning softness on my pillow

I like the million noiseless wishes

I like the moments that are still

I like the movements that are fully felt

I like my stupid voices arguing inside

I like me sometimes when I smile in a way

that no one else but me can understand

I like the way it feels when I recall a dream

completely without images

I like when I feel

I like that I feel more than I don’t feel

I like the way I realize things

that others say aren’t there

I like that I know my fears

and that I know what I no longer fear

I sometimes wish I could share all this

other times I like that I’m the only one like me

I guess when I wish that someone understands

my true desire is to see some me in some else

I like that I’m just me

because I wouldn’t know

how anything else feels

that’s why it’s always me

forever always me

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Knowing

I know now that I can’t actually really know someone.

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I think I know them but then they don’t understand me, I don’t understand them and all that’s left is silence. Nothing.

I stood there, no words could come out of me. Because of the nothing.

In that moment there was nothing. We stood there looking into each other’s eyes but I saw nothing. I had just a vague memory and no hope. But in the present there was nothing to say nothing to do, nowhere to move. I felt like my body imprisoned me, I felt like nothing I would do or say would mean anything. So I stood there. Nothing.

Only later I felt something. The moments of guilt and regret replaced the moments of sadness.

But those were just moments, the underlying numbness I feel is like a still water. Like it was my nature. But there’s always something missing. Something that would give that water direction. Some unknown force that gives you the sense of knowing. The sense of understanding. Understanding the heart and knowing other hearts.

But I’m on my way. It’s me who can change that. It’s me who has the power to move the water and create a stream. But until I get there, I know I can’t really know anyone. And that’s all right.

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My New Poem

chakra
These raw materials,
they emerge from dark
with no attributes.
So they just are.

Shortly they get
by metamorphosis
if for amusement only
an unknown feel of ecstasy.

With affection they flow
towards more love.

Having desire for expression
they offer us the idea
to move forward
effectively.

It’s easy nowadays
to understand them.
No elders needed
now when we’re free.

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The Rain

Today I fell in love with the rain. He’s inviting, not pushing. He’s telling me: “You are free. Free to choose. Free to express your love in whatever way you feel like.”

I can be inside. With the open window just watching him and breathing the fresh fragrant air. Resting.  Just feeling.

Or go out and greet him. Meet with him. Let him kiss me.

So funny we used to be enemies. He was always irritating me with his dark humor when showering me and I was always frowning at him. I didn’t realize they were the showers of love. I just didn’t know his love language. The expression of his love is beautiful and so diverse.  I love the music he makes on the window sill, I love his fragrance of earth and wood forest .

And I love that he is always cool. With everything. Never complaining. Just being here for me.

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Me and I

11For everyone else it’s Friday. The day of final freedom from stress and working or studying. For me it’s a day just like any other. I “should” feel always free now. Because I finally decided. There’s no coming back. So then, what is this feeling? Or is it really a feeling? The one that sounds like: “Who do you think you are? You! You dare to try to make it? You? Don’t make me laugh…”

I realised I’m two people, just like everyone is, I guess. Two people. One is always trying-doing-saying something… “I need to worry now because the situation’s looking unsafe.” The situation’s looking unsafe because it’s new. Different.

“This is an interesting situation. I feel it’s going to lead me somewhere exciting.” That is the second person. Observing and cheerful. I need to embrace and love both of me. I want to work together with myself. I need to be friends with myself to be truly free.

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