Tag Archives: poet
the math of being loved
it’s a funny thing, the math assumed by people for the combination of their emotions, time, and attention. a many people in their ‘giving’ of love, do so with some form of expectation for mutual reciprocity. This is normal and … Continue reading
For the Love of Pain
my mind is blank this morning. maybe because i’ve slept a bare 4 hours, or maybe because the night before was such a storm. either way, i’m finding it hard to figure out what it is I wish to articulate, … Continue reading
some type of facts.
hi. so, the last two days have definitely seen an improvement, and i’m proud of my capacity to find the light. for even when I am blind, I know that the rest of my senses are at least, smarter than … Continue reading
talking my way to happiness
For the love me, I am every oscillating between emotions high and low, and cannot find that specific release. But it is not the emotions that are the problem, so much as my incapacity to shake them off and let myself … Continue reading
my own kind of therapy
Heading back to see my therapist this morning. I look forward to such visits. While conversation with dear and loving friends always (well mostly) has its own magic on the psyche, it must be said that a professional and what … Continue reading
I am in love, as I am human being
I think the way Love is defined and conducted is limiting, and defies the very nature of it. Today, we are expected to fall in love with one person, to dedicate our ‘unconditional’, dire, intense, burning, flames of emotions.. to … Continue reading
conversations with the Universe
The most astounding conversation went on recently, between myself and the Universe. It started with my realised intent to listen closer, to be more mindful of the signs, of the gestures of love, of how the universe extends itself to me … Continue reading
