Garden by the wishing well

Garden by the wishing well

Take these distilled moments and let it be spilt into a wishing well. 
bc it’s meant to be spent
And lost
Let love be treasured
there’s no expiration
create a new default
Where faults are now fertile ground
For gold dafodils to sprout
Weave a new basket to pick away all doubt
there is no rush
There is no hurry
whisper all your fears away
with the soft glow of late bloom
let it consume the grief away
let it lash the confusion with lush lavender
be rained upon with cream rose petals
that reflect good memories from the past

This is your garden and that is your well.
so flourish
And let trickle the days you fell

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Looking for the Unborn

Why dwell on the past when the future guarantees your self-worth

Why live on moments that are not different than death

It’s happened and it’s gone

It’s forever away

and nothing more than a figment

or a nightmare

The reason is, you are never alone.

Those who are like you are hiding just the same

Living in the past

of shackles and thorns, bleeding away

distraught and cold

they hope to find the sunshine

in something already rotting

They dig to see if there may be something left,

unborn.

A plea that it may regain the light and bud into a new life

But everyone knows, the past is like the afterlife.

Just death and memories

Instead search for respite, come out of your graves

begin your quest for inner peace

there’s no telling what fortunes lie ahead

except that you are in control of the piece of flesh in your chest

that creates the line between you and your past

 

 

 

 

 

Why is time the enemy

Why is time the enemy? It brings so many great things. It heals, it teaches, and it creates new pathways. Time stays the same. It doesn’t go fast or slow. It’s us who just can’t keep up with it. So why Blame time? Time is faith…. Or do we just not have faith in ourselves, lack of confidence in ourselves to use time to our advantage as it was made to be?

We change. Time doesn’t. The clock only ticks but we have the choice to run, walk… Or to just not move at all.

Of course I wrote about Time

Time isn’t for us to beat

it’s to be consumed

for we all need time to grow
and time to spend
to generously lend
it’s not for haste
nor be vulgar and spit and waste it
health wealth and glory
it’s more than all this- it’s the whole story
 –
with every blink we need to see
and breath we take to brisk and shuffle
through each step we risk
time is just that
from seed to pod and leaflet to stem and
finally once bloomed
a marvelous gem
time is our miracle to consume
eager to be used
to create things anew
leave old things to pass
to overcome the sadness, Alast
bury the madness
and let it be dwindled by the spindling
happiness, so vast
 
it’s the space to think and solve
to play up ways to evolve
to control and conquer
everything that we’re meant for
sophisticated and intricate
unique with no redundancy
despite the hypnotic intervals
the perfectly calculated seconds
something fresh and clean
is ready to take its start
only if you give it time
and do your own part