Is it the doubting mind?
is it the inner darkness?
is it the absence of illumination?
is it escapism?
is it melancholy?
what is it overpowering me?
i do not understand this less than ordinary feeling.
is it destiny?
is it some deepening thoughts?
am not sure what is it..Chains in my mind escaping velocity
i have stayed wen it was nt needed
i have waited with desperation
eager to know whats in store for me
i weep inside my shell for words cannot contain my pain
anguish leaves me still and am numb
am floating endlessly---a spineless seeking
i do not know where i belong or where i would reach
something in me has died unborn....DEATH OF DESIRE!!!
Would somebody help me reingnite the spark?
answer me DEAR GOD.
Friday, September 25, 2009
A CHINESE STORY
A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily,with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments,for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what was perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.
The bearer said to the pot, ’’Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.’’ Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and warding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
Life always gives you back, what you give out. Your life is NOT a coincidence, but a mirror of your own doings.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily,with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments,for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what was perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.
The bearer said to the pot, ’’Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.’’ Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and warding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
Life always gives you back, what you give out. Your life is NOT a coincidence, but a mirror of your own doings.
ODE TO MY COMPANION
hello companion,
u taunt me...
u make my days dark
u bring me a gut-wrenching pain
u make me regret
u make me rebuke
u make others laugh at me
u r a shadow chasing me
u make me surrender
u make me feel small
u r a silent threat
u make me feel agony
u hold the key to my destiny
u torment me
u leave me no choice
i c my plans fall thru
and pray they come true
i stand and watch it all go....
am tired from frustration
holding back tears
trust shattered again
promises unkept
hopes dimmed and drowned to loss
persistence failing
bittersweet ending
emotions run high
times r passing
dreams foregone
am blinded by FAILURE!!!!!!!
u taunt me...
u make my days dark
u bring me a gut-wrenching pain
u make me regret
u make me rebuke
u make others laugh at me
u r a shadow chasing me
u make me surrender
u make me feel small
u r a silent threat
u make me feel agony
u hold the key to my destiny
u torment me
u leave me no choice
i c my plans fall thru
and pray they come true
i stand and watch it all go....
am tired from frustration
holding back tears
trust shattered again
promises unkept
hopes dimmed and drowned to loss
persistence failing
bittersweet ending
emotions run high
times r passing
dreams foregone
am blinded by FAILURE!!!!!!!
Monday, September 7, 2009
IMMORTAL RHYTHM
Am trying to scrutinize and analyze the deeper hidden meaning of life .
Am trying to make a difference to find a reason for the greater purpose.
The vision seems to be out of reach , am struggling for clarity.
Its a weak illusion and am confined to solitude. A great disgust, i despise.
Am battling with the familiar loneliness am acquainted with, wistfully hoping for joy forever.
I have a barrier to overcome, a crossroad in life.
I long for acceptance and a place of refuge to escape the faces of the past.
Soul cutting thoughts steal the stillness of the night and makes me hunger for the elusive.
its a time of solace, a moment of deepness....never to be shared.
Am enlightened
am wild n free
am chasing the thunder....
am flirting with the lightning...
am soaring with the eagle...
am swimming in the sea...
am sniffing a flower....
am dating a butterfly...
am singing in the rain...
am on the verge of oblivion.
I have sensed the Immortal rhythm of Life.
The deeper meaning is not hidden...it is only to be sought with deeper insight.
Life is neither the beginning nor the end.
Life is You being who you are meant to be.
Am trying to make a difference to find a reason for the greater purpose.
The vision seems to be out of reach , am struggling for clarity.
Its a weak illusion and am confined to solitude. A great disgust, i despise.
Am battling with the familiar loneliness am acquainted with, wistfully hoping for joy forever.
I have a barrier to overcome, a crossroad in life.
I long for acceptance and a place of refuge to escape the faces of the past.
Soul cutting thoughts steal the stillness of the night and makes me hunger for the elusive.
its a time of solace, a moment of deepness....never to be shared.
Am enlightened
am wild n free
am chasing the thunder....
am flirting with the lightning...
am soaring with the eagle...
am swimming in the sea...
am sniffing a flower....
am dating a butterfly...
am singing in the rain...
am on the verge of oblivion.
I have sensed the Immortal rhythm of Life.
The deeper meaning is not hidden...it is only to be sought with deeper insight.
Life is neither the beginning nor the end.
Life is You being who you are meant to be.
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