There’s something about going deep into nature that reminds me – I can let go. I don’t have to hold on so tightly to all the things I want. I don’t have to know. This journey is slow I zigzag across the river, falling deeper into nature, not seeing a soul The desolate wilderness makes … Continue reading Uphill
You stuck to me like a band aidThe colorful oneThat you put on sometimesJust for fun Giving my days a rosy hueI’ll dig throughAll my cluttered bagsFor you Soothing my woundsYet you leave a residueWhen I tried to take you offSo I decided to keep youAn extra layerI try to make belong A charismatic plasterAlways … Continue reading Band Aid
I am full of holesA human sieveEmotions pour through meBut they don’t stayI am puttyI allow people to playMold my identitySometimes irresponsibly There are holes in my soulMy experiences are vagueI can’t make sense ofAny feeling, any dayNothing sticksEverything flows through meWhile time passes away My mind is full of holesThings that happened long agoMorpthed … Continue reading Holes
Deserve is a strange wordWe need a reward for just beingAll of our desires must be heardBy the UniverseWhich should cater to our needsOur purpose and meaning But who gets what they wantWho is deservingAnd who gets punishmentDoes anyone deserve to be the bruntOf the worlds cruelty?The harsh divide between you and me? Does everyone … Continue reading Deserving
What is the truth?A perceptionA feelingA created realityThe space that existsBetween you and meYou say I’m toxicI think I’m healthyWhich one of us can’t see? Is truth what existsWhen there is silenceWhen the mind is quietIf the mind is ever quietHow can we find it Our truths are not the sameOne persons truthIs anothers painIs … Continue reading The Truth
I sat down in meditationAnd lost myselfMy mind went on vacationMy body started to humFull of vibration And I turned intoA ball of cottonFluffy and whiteWispyFloating freeWithout a bodyMy normal life has been forgotten An open windowA gentle breezeCauses the slightest movementWeightless and free It shifts me slightlyOff my cushionI roll and floatThrough the mediationAcross … Continue reading Cotton
I stare at myself in the mirrorExpression linesCreasesCrinklesA story etched into my foreheadWhen did I get wrinkles? I want them to leaveExit immediatelyI rub creams, oils, masksApply sunscreen desperatelyI wonder if you see what I seeInstead of looking into my eyesYou are looking at my linesFolds that tell you I’m getting old Markers of my … Continue reading Lines
Life feels like I’m running on a treadmillTo no availNo lost weight, just time.Like dieting, desperatelyJust to findI look the sameNothing’s changedNo matter what I doI’ll never be able to fit that small size Why still try?It seems as if the GodsHave already decidedThey are against meA fight with realityA fruitless effortA frustrating ride I … Continue reading Why
What is it to be freeIs it to think independentlyTo have lots of moneyBuy anything you wantOwn propertyBe on the right side of the red lineTo have status and credibility Do we get it when we are wealthyOr when we learn to set boundariesMaybe it’s not blaming othersTaking personal responsibilityOver our livesOr does it have … Continue reading Freedom
How to make the right decisionAnd is there a right oneIf I choose one path, do I forfeit anotherI’ve made my choice but I still wonderWhat I should have done Making choices is hardI try to go with the flowBut even after I decideIt’s hard to knowWhat I should have chose I sit here and … Continue reading Decisions
Julie Sequoia Webb 