comfort
Love?
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People say I love to suffer, And…I suffer from Love, but is it greater to suffer from lost love or lack there of….and if love is lost, was it ever love, and is love lost? or is love just found? or profound? does it let you fly? or keep you on the ground? is it a silent sound that can be heard all around? or does it… fall on the deaf ears of those who fear to fully let go?
delusional veil
what a world of illusion you created
a world of maya
where forgetfulness and confusion is the norm
and people seek comfort in each other
trying protecting their wounds
taking each step with caution
not realizing all of us are beggars
with torn clothes and broken hearts
looking for the same gem
like a child
who is given toys
as a distraction
you filled the world
with forms and colors
shapes and feelings
that people spend their whole lives
to own, tolerate and as a tool to find meaning
one person’s hell
is another’s heaven
stepping on each others whims and desires
most people wander around with chains
tied around their necks and bodies
like slaves pulled in all directions
by society, by their own dreams
yet handful, just a handful
the lucky ones, the chosen ones
find liberation, find freedom
while trapped in this body
in this web of delusion!
healing light
the wind blows, sweeping with it memories,
stirring all thats been buried within
the thread slowly pulls loose
and the pile of dead leaves starts to break away
I give in, standing in silence
letting go of the fragile thoughts,
releasing the shadowed dreams
letting the feeling pass
there is yet another sky, another shore,
another reason to keep a beating heart
distant from warm comfort of tears,
away from the agony of an infatuated lover
sometimes we need to be protected from what we want
for a deeper need to be fulfilled
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 