I've been trying to climb this mountain called life
But I keep tumbling down
My heart is broken and I am bruised inside
My strength is gone and I dont think I can carry on
No one knows or sees my wounds
I have learned to hide them deep in the heart of the mountain
I wonder if I will ever reach the top
Will I ever see a different and beautiful view
The valley has left my life distorted
Frowning ghosts haunt my memories
I have heard them say
When you reach the top of the mountain
What you see will shock you
It is all nothing but emptiness
Free me from the Cage of my heart
Where the desires bend inward
Free me from the Room of my mind
Where thoughts stand still
O give me the Key to open that which keeps me held in
Let me stretch! Let me fly!
THE MAP TO YOU
“To my greatest discovery and my heart’s true home”
Like a twinkling star up in the sky
Finding you was like a treasure hunt through the dark
It was rough; it was hard, but fulfilling
Knowing I was born to find you, because you’re the prize;
The only gold I’ll ever need to hold
A murmur beneath the pattern,
a hairline fracture in certainty
no one expected to see.
A sound without a cause,
a tiny flicker of light.
A shadow untethered by reason,
freed from explanation.
Sometimes the smallest crack
in the pattern let's light
slip through to reshape what we know.
We are taught to ignore the unfamiliar,
to dismiss whatever is strange and untamed.
The peculiar, the unsettling
becomes another fault to repair.
We moor ourselves to reason.
Insisting every mystery
must surrender to an explanation.
Yet, many great discoveries began
with someone pausing, noticing,
when dismissal looked away.
Touched the sky—
this blue isn't mine.
The sea, the greens,
the grass, the bees,
the mighty trees.
Every color touched one life.
Then why does mine deceive the eye?
Borrowing shades from every passing thing
Could that be why
I sit alone in white light?
The palette holds a thousand colors,
yet none can paint me.
It's always what meets the eye.
The palette never seemed mine.
When life events shatter your persona,
discovering who you are henceforth
your entire being fragments,
is an eye-opening experience.
It is both excrutiatingly painful
and exhilaratingly enlightening
I am the unfulfilled dream,
I am the demon not faced,
I am the speech without a theme,
I am fears you haven’t chased.
The wave lost in an ocean wide,
The seed hiding afraid to grow,
The storm brewing on every side,
The tide feels a great tow.
So see who I am
Your dream will become a reality,
Your demon disappears,
Your words an actuality,
Your strength conquers fears.
The wave will pound the sand,
The seed begins to grow,
The storm will show its hand,
The tide begins to ebb and flow.…
I am your potential—release me.
Why is this happening to me?
What is this suffocation?
What is this feeling inside me?
Why can't I just be myself?
Why can't I be happy?
Why can't I enjoy myself?
Why do I always have to find reasons?
Why am I searching for them?
Why am I trying to satisfy myself with them?
Why do the things I enjoy become the sins of my life?
Why am I trying so hard to find reasons?
Why am I trying to become someone else?
Why do I feel like I am a sin?
Why do my deeds become sins?
Why do my thoughts become sins?
Why can't I be happy?
O existence, please tell me.
Please help me become myself.
Mountain-Ana
A part of me ignores
The tranquility of disquise
A part of me that wishes to be part of you without compromise
A chord that can strum unison to our hearts
The Most intense feelings
Spawn from the instance of a flame
Creates Destroys and creates again
A song of beauty
Never written
Until then, At birth you are named
A song the birds know after a spring rain
Of fair a blue sky
Of fair a blanket of stars
I can always lie to myself
I can always wait
But then again I can always wait for a moment to arise
NEW DISCOVERY-:-
venture
closer
merging
landscape
beyond
the DISTANT
immense
individual
possibile
picturesque
presentations
so NEWLY DISCOVERED
memories
clustering
characteristically
unresolved
imagings
"O those!" Simply do sigh the old
And sense-dulled, among us.
Of wonder a revelation
We newly come upon.
To be bottled, placed in a book
Tadpole; dry pressed flower.
"Earth things". But whose worth's magic
Is, boy, girl-eyed cosmic!
The heart is ever restless
Because it tries to find its rest in temporary places
The heart searches, it yearns, it pumps life into us
Even when we do not notice it.
What is deep down?
We do not know until we have explored that abyss,
That dark cave.
Why are we so afraid of discovering ourselves?
Why are we so terrified in discovering the truth that lies within?
With truth, comes responsibility
And most of us feel we have enough on our plates
Then disturb a sleeping dragon.
new friend
discovery
seeing hidden wonders
turning the unknown toward light
revealed
Mystic revelations brings
Your mind’s recreation
Your body’s transformation
Your soul’s liberation
Plunging
slow-breathing fall,
slipping through inner rooms,
unlayering what lies just beneath~
deep truth.
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