“Writers are wordsmiths…and writing is an art form and a talent that can never be defined, it can only be set free for a like mind to capture it and understand its essence, to like it, to share it, to get inspired by it, to identify with it or not”…You are Welcome!
When the sun shines and warms your heart When life blooms just like art Your mind unleashes in full spring Creativity that bewilders like a dream
When the moon pours its shadows in your veins When the dusk snow mirrors the sky Your mind unleashes in full spring Creativity that bewilders like a dream
You feel an urge that you cannot suppress Too much emotions to impress
You want to call upon it all You want to shout and scream for fall You want that summer breeze to warm your cold Too much for your senses to keep abreast
You want to embrace it all and design that canvas with your words You want to set your soul free with every word
Words that connect you with life, with people, with the universe
Words that make you question your existence, why am I here?
This topic has been hitting some cords lately and as the new digital proliferation is slowly but surely taking over, humans are quickly embracing this change, and while doing so they are also slowly, but definitely getting rid of Human Intelligence; which was the word 10 or so years ago. Fast Forward 10 years, Human Intelligence, Human Resources, Emotional Intelligence will become relatively redundant, while being replaced with chatbots, algorithms, AI…ChatGPT and whatever other technologies that will come along.
A never ending story of bad against good, of wars and hunger, of inflation and disasters, of disease and infections, of man made bankruptcies . When will this end?
History books promised an end to humanity’s misery, and people are still awaiting. Generation after generation, time after time, centuries pass and they are all still awaiting peace and answers.
Different stories, different times, yet the same ill results. Will this darkness ever come to an end?
I watched a movie the other day and it really stirred up a lot of emotions, when a little girl asked her mother, “why us? why isn’t everyone effected the same way? Why do we as a family have to suffer more?”. If only her mother knew what the answer to that deep question was. That was a little girl asking the universe for a fair chance of living. She just wanted to enjoy her childhood, eat that ice cream, buy that toy, wear those warm clothes, go to that school, live in that safe neighborhood,, So if the universe is here to answer people’s deepest desires and manifest them in life…why is the universe open to hear some desires and others not? In some cases, a whole nation that is under tyranny is praying, fighting, passionately demanding universal rights, the freedom to live, all in one voice and the universe ironically manifests into pressuring them to give up? Again another question comes to mind if the universe works on Karma why then isn’t karma working on the bad people? Why?
Freedom to live must not be mandated by a denomination, or sect or credited by another entity, freedom to live is as holy as the earth rotating and the movement of the universe in their own right.
Tell me universe, isn’t it getting boring seeing more sadness in the world? Isn’t it time to change and start answering more of peoples’ prayers and making faith stand on a stronger ground? Moving mountains, is what we were told, a grain of mustard we were told, isn’t it time to make this happen? Why does it have to take long, just like any person who lived on this earth we were taught that life is a cycle, and we usually believe in the wisdom of our ancestors and our seniors, and some of my close family members who are not with us anymore today, just a year ago, believed that things will get better, things will turnaround, this dark cloud will not last, and guess what they left us, and they were still holding onto those beliefs. They might be in a better place, but when I think of them and hear their faithful words and hopefulness, I get upset again, they didn’t leave this world a better place, it is getting darker by the day, hopeless by the hour. This is not news, this is data. Numbers don’t lie. Do these words make sense to you? Inflation, disease, wars, joblessness, poverty.
And then I want to simplify and justify their beliefs, by looking at it from a magnifying glass, and trying to interpret the big picture from the stance we are at, I will not call it living, because we are visitors and we will transition anytime. Living is meant to be limitless, eternal and unmanaged by another human but a super powerful power that transcends the earth, the universe and all beings. I like to define it all as follows:
Designed to function in a very mystical way, the universe.
Designed to make the earth function in service of living beings, the seasons.
Designed to create balance in the oxygen that we breath, the Flaura and fauna.
Designed to ensure gravity is maintained the ebb and flow
Ever since I can remember, I had a special connection with words. As a child I mastered the art of holding a pen, it was my wand, I felt empowered, happy, free, liberated, every time I wrote. I wrote poems, reflections, visions, stories, I even wrote glimpses of my future. Yes I did. At that time, I had never heard of a dream board.
Although one might argue a future is but a destiny. For me, the future was my destination. I loved mythology, fairy tales, and adventure… so I wrote my future with hope, and lots of expected adventure and learnings, but as a writer, I forgot or maybe I intended to keep an open ending.
Listen, but don’t hear hear but don’t listen you just took away that glisten from her beautiful eyes
the fields of Lavender the seashells the footprints on the sand have all become shadows of her thoughts
can it be that life just shut her down and yet she is holding to that last thread…of hope dying each day for the universe to hear her call living with a prayer that this will be her last
a voice that once was the soul of a writer skin that once was the wings of a butterfly eyes that once were the twinkle of dawn a heart that once was a beat of passion a breath that was every bit of life a strength that once was, a warrior of love tormented by reality
darkness takes over and that light is shutting down leaving little room for her thoughts to capture her dreams turning down her hopes and turning her thoughts into shadows that will soon fade away into that long lost dimension never to be seen, heard of or felt of anymore shadows of her thoughts.