I want you to feel me on this…. Imagine or empathize
-Have you ever attempted to paddle a canoe without an oar?
-Have you ever attempted to paddle a canoe without an oar, upstream, against the wind?
-Have you ever attempted to paddle a canoe without an oar, upstream, against the wind, blindfolded, with weights on your feet?
-Have you ever attempted to paddle a canoe without an oar, upstream, against the gusting wind, blindfolded so you can’t see a thing, with heavy weights on your feet, and your right arm tied behind your back?
Such is life…. hope is on the horizon!
These lips have tasted the sweetness of self-fulfillment, accomplishment, and success; in an instant to turn around to see my life a drowning mess.
The detachment from that part of me that seeks the approval of SELF is a longing not to be understood by anybody else.
The river of life is a stream of CIRCUMSTANCES, HAPPENSTANCES, FAILED ROMANCES, SECOND CHANCES, PASSING GLANCES, PLUMITTING FINANCES
Drifting by as if to say ….. Row Row Row as fast as you can, you can’t catch me HAPPINESS is NOT the plan.
This too shall pass… the storm they say…
But, what happens when the clouds collect EVERY SINGLE DAY… the same tomorrow just like yesterday?
The roaring rapids of failure and spite, The Art of War, the internal fight obstructs your sight and remains your plight… if only someone … something would ignite the version of you that you fail to see… the one that has flesh and blood coursing through veins, rid of debris…… rid of distractions and sorrow. Not the carcass of you that remains hollow .. the skeletal account of do wrongs and train reactions that brought you to this moment in time….. you’ve grown tired of the reasons and exhausted of the rhyme.
‘Cuz what rhyme or reason is their to submit to the monotony, and scrutiny of the life you’ve NOT imagined for yourself… your envisage and no one else. A holographic life that you can’t feel reaching out for something that’s real……
It’s amazing what shifted thoughts can do….
A change in perspective or an alternate view.
The other day, in the midst of the storm I looked to the sky. Mostly questioning WHY? WHY? WHY?
Why me, why now, what reason… HOW? And as the drops cascaded down my face… I found solace in that place…. The place that I was where I was suppose to be; exactly where my thought were free… Free to embrace the understanding of perspective and slay the powerlessness of being misdirected. Get your mind RIGHT and your thoughts CLEAR…. you are your own captain; fearless NO FEAR!!
NO FEAR of what CAME or what is to COME. NO FEAR of UNDOING or BEING UNDONE. NO FEAR of the future or of the past. NO FEAR that these idyllic feelings won’t last.
This time you know that your rhyme will consist…… of nothing but CREATIVITY and BLISS. Commitment to self, the one whom you know. Seeds to be planted, and equipt to sew… sew and reap, reap and sew acres upon acres of fruitful growth!!!
No longer a slave to CIRCUMSTANCE or HAPPENSTANCE. Opening up to new ROMANCE. Welcoming the second CHANCES and serendipitous double GLANCES.
The vocabulary of the psyche needs to be re-edited with limited edition thoughts of positivity and visions of your destiny that is yet to be…. Meant to be…..
Hope is on the horizon, it is here today. Let the suns rays kiss your face and embrace every trace of goodness within. In a perceived moment of weakness you’ll find the strength to bridge you heart and your mind… it is there you’ll find the answers that will, will the windfall of blessings until….. you are shatterproof . Hopelessness and despair will never engulf your SELF. As you stumble and fall on the way, just remember that perspective and hindsight are here today. You are the one that will determine your LIGHT at the end of the tunnel and discover an eternal clarity and SIGHT.