MY WORLD

  "Ever has it been that love knows not its own  depth until the hour of separation" -khalil Gibran I t's easier to have a love affair with a cup of tea than with a real person.  The ego that separates us as individuals is so strong that love cannot fully penetrate it. It is like a whiff of air, it comes and goes. Perhaps the idea that the tea will eventually merge into your body makes it simpler for love to flow.  It becomes easier to find your reflection in the tea than in the other. It is when people leave, or become distant that the fog clears and all the separation dissolves, you find the senselessness in your arguments, great understanding happens. And as they come closer, the clarity dissolves and we continue the never ending drama.

E ver since I was little I've always been pliable, my mind was molded according to my surrounding and people. I had a lot of struggle and conflicts in my early years. Secretly I was condemning myself for not becoming how my family, society wants me to be. I took all their words into consideration and very seriously.  Comparing myself to the people around me, I realized how very flawed I was, and  wondered why I wasn't like them. I tried my best to fit in. Then as I grew up, I felt the need to stop and question their statements and judgments that they so easily make. Was I so imperfect? Was my nature that bad? In all my actions, I was unconsciously struggling to achieve those set standards. So, it was necessary to question the meaning of perfection itself for which I was willing to throw away my inner peace. Whose definition of perfection was I following? Was it my mother's, father's, relatives, friend's, society's, random stranger's- I was collecting

Chasing the sunshine in the meadows she fell  down, the warmth of smiles weaved in with sweetness  teared down, memories gathering dust, dancing in the air the emptiness echoed the sadness hidden within, Angels came down to mend what broke inside, light the candle of hope- lost in the shadows of this never ending night  But she shook her head for any help, she sent them back to their light  for she belonged here in the cold comforts  to embrace the shade that was left behind for there she resides in the beauty she found in the dark, how even the noise within drowns in the silence of midnight~

Give me strength to see your blessings even in the storm, hold on to the faith that no matter how much we lose ,equal do we gain appreciate beauty down the valley as we do in the heights and see the hidden magic evident in our mundane life Distorting images of reality, to sneak a peek  For I  find myself in everything I seek Beyond the figures and shapes that come visit me, And all the perfect fusion of colors and sound- an art work that I perceive forever let me find a glimpse of you in these~

" Intoxication is not a "human response" to certain Divine Names. The Divine Names are present everywhere and always but the vast majority of people never experience spiritual intoxication so it cannot be a human response to such a Presence. TO varying degrees, and on different levels, human beings have a potential for experiencing Divine Names. When God tears away a certain veil, then, the aforementioned potential is activated. The individual does not respond tearing of the veil with a condition of Intoxication. Intoxication is inherent to the removal of the veil for it is just another way of talking about the opening of certain dimension of spiritual capacity-- an opening infused with a sense of ecstasy." -Bill Whitehouse

"To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour." - William Blake  F inding the universe in as minute as a grain of sand? It reminds us how in the microcosmos of a single grain there may be an imprint of the entire macro-cosmos. As the ancient hermetic saying goes”As above so below”. Every form has the touch of the universe, an impression of the divine hand. So we need not look outside or far away for the wisdom of the universe, we need only look inside of our self. Manly P. Hall had said, “We are the gods of the atoms that make up ourselves but we are also the atoms of gods that make up the universe”. However, the question is not what was said by whom over the years, but whether these words resonate with you.  There are these rare moments when  it does deeply sync within, that  you feel it in your bones, when it blossoms in your psyche, in your soul.  It becomes your

Inside my mind I dwell , sanctuaries in the middle of nowhere~ for I chose my hiding places too well sometimes deep within the forest, sometimes cozy in my bed, all it takes is one little magic spell~ but everywhere I be, it follows me a lovely companion whom mortals often crave every form has its touch, yet we rarely have the luck when it’s caught, it permeates  and I let it take my form, let it become I let the colors spread, like a canvas tinged with life ahead And no more I may see lingering thoughts of what may be or, memories and queries gathered like dust dancing in the air, haunting me ~