The eye does not see what the mind does not know

Accept my love. 
The sun does set on a field of golden corn. 
The husk falls away as the stack Is beaten.
The rock is broken as the water comes back. 
The tongue is held when the mind reveals. 
The door is shut as the wind blows. 
Slowly and steadily the hammock sways in the wind
Between the trees it is strung

The coconut tree bends... 
The bamboo touches the ground at its foot. 
Alone it grows. 
Alone it stands
Bearing fruit
Keeping it's use. 

The door is seen. 
The road is being shown clearly. 
The eyes refuse to see what the mind refuses to see. 
The heart but senses and grows stronger with every word.
The throat grows parched with every conversation.
The eyes burn. 
The feverish vision seen is best hoped away. 

Hope is not the only thing that needs work.

Tired and exhausted

I just want to stay home. 
To lie down and keep sleeping. 
No amount of sleep is going to be enough sleep.

I have been meaning to meet friends. 
I want to. 
But I don't have the energy.

I have been meaning to read.
I need to. 
But I just crawl home and watch the fan going round.  And around.  And around.

I want yummy food. 
But I don't want to cook. 

I am so tired of this heat. 
Exhausted with all things new. 

Old. 
Too old.

Blessed are we who live in the night
Guided by the moon. 
The stars as our light.

Masquerade

When priorities change
Does it change people too? 
Does it change you as a person when your priorities shift. 
Does the core you change so much that you become unrecognisable to people who have loved you for so long that the years don't count anymore... 

Do you not hear yourself speak and realise that you have changed? 
Do you not hear that the half of you that completed you is sounding distant. 
Do you not hear the windows shutting. One by one. 
Do you not see the eyes that lit up have lost their shine and are wary for the day. 

It is in plain sight. 
Hidden only by your own mask.
While we play masquerade when will it be time to take the mask off to see what is. 
When is it time to take the crust off the tree to see and assess the rot within.

As the mask becomes heavier...
The curtain call is near I pray... 

A loss that you don't know of. 
A loss that happens brick by brick
Drop by drop
A few blinks of an eye later the sand has slipped through your fingers.... 
That may be the time when we think
When we may think about trying to hold on.... 
But that's when you need to wake up to the sun on your face....
When you need to really know...  When you need to listen to your heart when it has been saying that you have lost all along... 

For so long you had lost something invaluable...  And you didn't even know.... 
Now that you do.... 

Knowing makes no difference.... 
The heart doesn't heal
The tears don't roll back
The memories don't stop from visiting you
The best you can do is go to the cinema and let your emotions out through in the darkness and the laughter around you.... 

I am home...  But I want to go home... 
I want to stay asleep only because I don't want to hear all the talk... 
I don't want to hear stories of lives long gone
Of times long past
Of people who have lived loved fought and lost
Of people living in yearning. 

When I meet these people there are conversations about what happened back in this day that day
How this person behaved like the keeper of hells account.... 

It makes my insides squirm
I have a somatic reaction with palpitations and a light headed feeling ....

I wish I was back to the middle of nowhere so I feel more calmer and back home

I wish I am able to draw the line to say don't speak about this anymore... 
I wish I can say please be positive around me. If not please leave... 

It's easier to wish being back in the middle of nowhere.