The Poet’s Flow

It’s all right here,
at the tip of my fingers,
all I have to do is take my silver pen
and spill it over.

Words flow,
Water flows,
Blood flows,
Tears flow,
Sweat flows,
Emotions, love, time, thoughts, days, impressions, music, memories…
All are meant to flow, to go.

When they don’t flow,
we get all stiff and clogged up,
ready to explode, to erupt.

I have to let it go,
let it flow,
I have no choice but to hold on to my silver pen and spill my ink,
take the plunge,
so I can open up my clogged-up sink.

And you, my dear,
Yes, you who dwells behind those 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 enabling you to see,
while you soak in the beauty that surrounds us,
embracing us, every step, every breath,
gifting us with endless sights for our sore eyes.

My life is full of vibrant colors,
yet too often I make it look as if it’s simply black & white.
If only I was wiser,
if only I would learn to be more grateful,
bear in mind to count my blessings every hour.

Why ohh why do you make them suffer?
How on Earth can you be so cruel?
Towards myself, to you, to those around us?

Will it ever be revealed?
True site of the tortuous monsters that like to feed on the misery of others?
Self-imposed.

Starvation is the key to set the monster free…
for it does not belong to you or me.
Set it free, so you can set yourself free.

Remember what it feels like to be free,
invoke the moments of pure joy, of lightness, love, and hope.

Take a brush,
paint your canvas with the colors of the rainbow,
let it spill over,
let it flow like you have never let it flow before.

Enter your inner most bliss,
through the symphony
of your unique composition of colors.

Let your signature ooze out your inner most joy,
the one that draws out your smile,
your shine,
the glory of your inner most being,
the one that transcends all your hidden monsters.
Let the battle for victory begin!

Content, grateful, liberated,
knowing you are dearly loved,
allowing to be loved,
yes, that love.

Allowing to be loved… the monsters fade away.

No pressure,
just show up,
open up,
lift up your spirit,
and let it flow.

We are all a bit afraid of being open,
vulnerable,
allowing to be close to someone,
to be seen.

Because we are afraid of what they will see,
and if they see,
when they see,
will they still have us,
love us,
accept us fully,
see us for who we truly are?

Each of us harbors 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,
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.

Remain grateful and let them go.
The time is now.

Good luck, with Grace and God speed.

Om

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)

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