Monday, October 30, 2006
Observation...
"If you can observe who you are and move with it, you will find it is possible to go infinitely far..."
~J. Krishnamurti
~J. Krishnamurti
Stillness of Myself...
Sitting in the stillness of myself-
Pores radiating with honesty
Hands clean of all guilt.
Forgiveness radiates
Throughout every cell
Of my physical form
And every ounce
Of my weightless soul.
I transcend pestilential perception
And, for a time
I am cured of the cancer that
Corrupts my true Self.
I am set free of the shame
That has kept me in
Shackles for so long.
Released from the hatred
That harms my Heart.
I have nothing to hide.
Nothing to hurt.
I am nothing yet
Everything at once-
I have come clean.
04/2006
Pores radiating with honesty
Hands clean of all guilt.
Forgiveness radiates
Throughout every cell
Of my physical form
And every ounce
Of my weightless soul.
I transcend pestilential perception
And, for a time
I am cured of the cancer that
Corrupts my true Self.
I am set free of the shame
That has kept me in
Shackles for so long.
Released from the hatred
That harms my Heart.
I have nothing to hide.
Nothing to hurt.
I am nothing yet
Everything at once-
I have come clean.
04/2006
Train Track Turbulance...
This apple's never tasted so sweet
As I'm welcomed back
To the simplistic childhood thoughts
By the familiar shores
And the post winter blades of grass.
The warm afternoon sun,
For a moment,
Comforts my usually blue-grey sea of a mind.
I'm tired of being swept off to sea
By the white caps of confusion.
Tired of being thrown around
By the train track turbulance.
I'm tired of being in love with
The dreams and words
Which are boiling beneath the surface
But will never break through.
Take me out of this train,
This mind
Where the landmarks are decieving
And the atmosphere dissorienting.
Take me back into the time
Where the sun always shined
And the apples always tasted sweet.
Back when I knew how to survive...
03/2005
As I'm welcomed back
To the simplistic childhood thoughts
By the familiar shores
And the post winter blades of grass.
The warm afternoon sun,
For a moment,
Comforts my usually blue-grey sea of a mind.
I'm tired of being swept off to sea
By the white caps of confusion.
Tired of being thrown around
By the train track turbulance.
I'm tired of being in love with
The dreams and words
Which are boiling beneath the surface
But will never break through.
Take me out of this train,
This mind
Where the landmarks are decieving
And the atmosphere dissorienting.
Take me back into the time
Where the sun always shined
And the apples always tasted sweet.
Back when I knew how to survive...
03/2005
Welcome...
Hello Fellow classmates!
This is my blog. I'm probably just going to post poetry, good quotes and the likes.
Enjoy!!! :)
~Annie
This is my blog. I'm probably just going to post poetry, good quotes and the likes.
Enjoy!!! :)
~Annie
