It’s all right here,
at the tip of my fingers.
All I have to do
is take my favorite pen
and spill it over.
Emotions, love, time, thoughts, days,
impressions, music, memories, life…
all in perpetual flow.
When it doesn’t flow,
we get stiff, clogged up,
ready to explode, erupt.
I have to let it go,
let it flow.
I have no choice but to hold
on to my silver pen, spill my ink,
and take the plunge
so I can open up my clogged-up sink.
And you, my dear,
who dwells behind your lovely, gentle pair of eyes,
soaking in the world around you,
what would your life look like
without your pair of priceless gems?
Thank them for giving you the sight
as you soak in all the beauty that surrounds us,
calling us forth, embracing us, every step, every breath.
My life is full of vibrant colors,
yet sometimes all I see is black and white.
If only I was wiser,
if only I would learn to be more grateful,
and count my blessings while I still can…
Why do I make you suffer?
How on Earth can I be so cruel
towards myself, to you, to those around me?
Will it ever be revealed?
The true site of tortuous monsters
that feed on the misery of others?
Calculated starvation is the key to set the monsters free,
for they do not belong to you or me.
Set them free so you can set yourself free!
Remember what it feels like to be free,
invoking the moments of joy, lightness, love, and hope.
Take a brush
and paint your canvas with the colors of the rainbow.
Let it spill all over,
surrender, let it stream.
Enter your innermost bliss
through the symphony
of your unique colorful harmony.
Let your signature exude your innermost joy,
the one that draws out your smile,
the glory of your innermost being—
the one that transcends all your hidden monsters.
Let the battle for victory begin!
Be content, grateful, and liberated,
in knowing you are dearly loved
by allowing to be loved…
Yes, that kind of love.
Allowing to be loved, the monsters fade away.
There’s no pressure.
Just show up,
lift up your spirit,
and let it flow.
We are all a bit afraid of being open,
allowing others to get too close,
to be fully seen.
We are afraid of what they will see,
and if they see,
when they see,
will they still have us,
accept us fully,
see us for who we truly are?
Each of us with our own monsters,
the hidden ones,
the ones we are afraid of
revealing to the world—
the ones we’ve grown up with.
But there comes a point in life
when the monsters choose to be seen.
They have had enough of darkness,
and it’s time for them to feel the light.
Even monsters have a life to live,
a will to move on,
a desire to evolve.
Once they’ve had enough,
they want to go.
When that moment comes,
it’s time for us to let the monsters go.
Forgive, be grateful, and let them go.
It’s time to let them go!
Temet Nosce - KnowThyself I will write myself towards liberation, pull out all the required ink, and spill myself over, until not a single drop is left, but me (@brigitree)