A question was asked...
Do you believe in heaven...
Think i did.
What is heaven. What is hell.
Isnt heaven and hell defined in ones state of mind?
If i am in excruciating pain. Painlessness would be heaven.
If i an painless wouldnt pleasure be heaven.
When experiencing pleasure wouldnt the thought of pain be hell...
Ive opened the compose tab around a million times the last few days....
Not knowing what to write have closed it and wondered what i wanted to write about or even why i wanted to.
But lets be honest.
The last two weeks have been quite hard.
So near
Yet
So far.
Has never sounded true to me. Atleast until now.
So close to reach out but too far to touch.
The hardest is not talking about the manipulator who i work with who thankfully is giving me the cold shoulder because i have apparently slighted him.
But truth be told i havent seen this much peace at work the last four years as i have the last two.
The silence is beautiful.
Its mine.
It envelopes me like a cloak to take me to a far away land that only my mind can travel to leaving my body behind... far far behind.
From dust to dust.
From fire to fire.
In the air the fragrance wafts.
The one that my hearts been looking for,
The one that my mind cant find...
The twines of which pull the strings of my heart open...
The heart that unfurls like the tender petals of the pure untouched lotus responding to the first rays of the soft sun.
The mind but a drop of dew on the tip of the last petal to feel the warmth of the sun only to have all else around wilt away.
Ive opened the compose tab around a million times the last few days....
Not knowing what to write have closed it and wondered what i wanted to write about or even why i wanted to.
But lets be honest.
The last two weeks have been quite hard.
So near
Yet
So far.
Has never sounded true to me. Atleast until now.
So close to reach out but too far to touch.
The hardest is not talking about the manipulator who i work with who thankfully is giving me the cold shoulder because i have apparently slighted him.
But truth be told i havent seen this much peace at work the last four years as i have the last two.
The silence is beautiful.
Its mine.
It envelopes me like a cloak to take me to a far away land that only my mind can travel to leaving my body behind... far far behind.
From dust to dust.
From fire to fire.
In the air the fragrance wafts.
The one that my hearts been looking for,
The one that my mind cant find...
The twines of which pull the strings of my heart open...
The heart that unfurls like the tender petals of the pure untouched lotus responding to the first rays of the soft sun.
The mind but a drop of dew on the tip of the last petal to feel the warmth of the sun only to have all else around wilt away.
A meeting.
A hundred little bottles ofcwater.
I step out. Unable to stand the crowd.
Walk away
And watch the minions. The nobodys who make this place run without who all the background noise will fall silent.... filling a hundred bottles and sealing them with drops of glue.
Within minutes a sack full of empty plastic bottles turn into packaged drinking water.
Tht is no lie.
It is packaged.
Just not where you thought it was though.
