Insights that Excites: Dreams

Insights that Excites: Dreams

Dreams

Do I know
What flows within me..
That makes me dream those impossible dreams
That makes me gaze into those brown blue eyes
In search of something that may not be?

Do I dare
To touch those sacred places in my flight
That makes me want to hope
That makes me look up into those brown blue eyes
In search for the same fire that I know will never ignite?

The Moments in Time

The moments in time
Flow by bouncing in the rhythm of sunshine,
Reflecting the last vestiges
Of memory.
The moments that held me
In the very womb of darkness
And enlightened me to the
Melody of silence,
Now smile at me
From a distance
Beckoning me into the
Effervescence of life.

The moments in time reflect the very image of light
Resounding the emptiness
Of this overcrowded heart.
The moments that bind me
To the roots of freedom
And opens the sky for me to fly.
Now, they nestle close to my being
In search of tranquility
And beckons me to join them
In the dark oblivion of eternity.

Making it Mine

My journey… is my destination
To live for and breath in
To make it mine
And hope to loose it someday
To light up the darkness
And be blinded with happiness
To know it is just for now
To hold tight
To the sands of timeAnd sow the seeds of hope…..

From deep in my heart....

(This is not entirely written by me.. if 'found' it)

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
- Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Waves

We stand alone
With an ocean before us....
With its unending waves
Matching the ones in our hearts
The waves of emotions
That have come and gone and come again
Waves that connect us to other shores
Weaving an invisible net
Of emotions that keep coming and going
How much ever we promise ourselves
Never again.
Yet, we shall stand alone
Connected to other shores
With other’s thoughts
But only from a distance
To just know as a fleeting moment
As we pass through this
Never ending saga of
Living and being born again.
We stand alone in hear break
And in happiness
As the waves of emotions
Only but touch the other shores
To be seen, felt and lived differently.

This is written just like that... just felt like it :-)

Just be there with me…
To feel the cool air
Of the rain washed city
The slight tingle
Of the first rain drops on our faces
Just be there with me….
To hear the birds come home
At dusk declaring peace with the day
The ores cutting through
The tired waters before they are left to dry
Just be there with me…..
To see the same old city
In the new light
To visit old memories
And feel no regrets
Just be there with me
Till it is time to start again….