Coexistence

I think on the beginning and the end of my life existence, just to acquire a detachment from my own passionate desires...and understanding that idea,I picture myself with nothing left...at that point, I feel that I could load my heart with that possible and attainable power of possessing anything that's invisible, but valuable to me, that power that's attractive to our unavoidable connection, that one that tricks me into emotions and feelings when I less expect it, but then...when I try to own it, it turns around merciless and slaughters that hungry side of my soul, the side that follows and doesn't recognize the intention of leading. The side that takes control over my mind, the side I want to slide so many times when I need to feel secure and surprisingly becomes the fear that dictates my outcomes, the side that leaves me naked and vulnerable in the middle of a life storm... But right at that moment, when I feel betrayed and defeated by my own essence, I recognize in the darkness the different side of my dual existence, I see my wound becoming a gate to victory and fearless I enter through that scar that was left open somewhere in my body.
Now I feel that the pain inflicted became a permanent warning sign hanging internally somewhere the light anyone see, can't reach, but when I read the back side of that warning...I realize it's also the voucher to an instant peace, an instant rush to smell glory, an instant order to be obeyed, an order to my infinite power that watches over the alignment of my life.
Today, crossing that line that connects us, I feel that I hold my individual truth somewhere that magical and sublime beauty lies on my hands the way it lies on yours.

Words to the Unseen

Sometimes I feel like hard piece of metal forced by fire to take a specific form, is it for my own good?

To be shaped by life force?
Or is it because life wants to feel my strength?

At this time of confusion and standing in front of two roads, I ask myself, Who is right?

Life or myself being the product of it?
It seems to be an enormous step, but while looking for guidance, the time frame consumes me and takes a different form.
I'm under someone's microscope and I want to know who's looking.
I wonder if the voice of my despair can be heard by the force that orchestrate my journey.
Let the all seeing eye be the judge of my circumstances.

Let the Great Architect of the Universe reshape my path in a painless manner.

Let my working tools become my devices and myself become the relief.
Now let my most humble words be a sign of understanding and my soul be the shield against the opponents.

Awake

Life forced me to be a bonded observer of anything I wanted to experience and from that frustrating point, I realised the importance of a moment. Someone told me, Life is a continuation of sudden little deaths and after one of them, my senses ran out of duties. I digest effortless from my darkest self, the enigmatic understanding of my cycles, Now while touching my heart from the inside, I can see sound flowing out of my hands, like a phenomena that occurs out of those moments filled with fearless thoughts, I communicate with my instincts and being able to close my eyes...I travel to distant places, where I understand the brilliant insecurity that makes us reinvent ourselves. I stand in the corner of my self esteem and making it sink, I realise I want to be the foreign viewer, the one that stabs me twice with the warning of who I am. The alchemist of my own path and probably the one judging myself while looking through that universal microscope.