Who are we?
Are we just being’s?
Lost souls inside shells anticipating being broken?
Or are we broken shells,awaiting the day our souls release?
Who are you?
Steadily examining the mirror reflection; what is the broken shell that you belong to?
Beneath the cracks is where the truth lives.
Such wandering beauty; resembling a neon jellyfish,deep under the ocean sea.
Many never to be released.
They asked “what do you want to be?”
But never “whom”
“Who” is living truth pouring out the shells, into the world of “whom” they were meant to be.
Finding love in Philanthropy.
Across the world,in the hot desert.
With nothing to offer but time and energy.
Releasing a new feeling of joy and peace. By simply working each day just to serve humanity.
Who are we?
Wallflower
I am a wallflower.
Blooming; so vigorously with each passing day.
The sprouting beauty of my blooms going unnoticed.
With each passing day they are slowly fading away.
I wonder...
Have my blooms ever caught the glimpse of a passing eye?
Or are the blooms of this wallflower not where beauty lies.
The dance of her song
She dances freely.
Gracefully flowing with the wind; like a wildflower during the summer breeze.
That beats to the drum of an Indian war song.
Can you hear her?
Tranced echoes of her song transgressed.
Long before they ever knew her.
Long before they saw her.
Beauty, like a Lily of the valley.
Vibrancy lived in her with transparent radiance.
Unnoticed by the chaos; they couldn’t see her.
They weren’t looking.
Into the clarity is where you’ll find her.
She danced on, freely without a stumble.
To the Indian beat of her song.