Man with no ego

Man with no ego is unpredictable, dangerous even, to those who try to harm him, he is a puzzle, a mystery in a body, a mirror of souls, a true reflection of what lies beyond in faces of others. An empath on a mission, an emmisary of light, angel sent to earth with a sword to fight the wicked. In his form he is unseen, moves unnoticed even under the guise of fear and shame. His love beckons to be set free, yet it is still, felt like a warmth in his heart, aura surrounding him like a blanket of light.
His steps are divinely guided, everything is in perfect harmony, yet he may not feel that way, he may even feel that the universe had forsaken him. Man with no ego carries no resentment, yet he is fierce, and when his dormant feelings awaken with a force of a thousand suns, he awakens to his true mission to bring the light and fight of the dark.

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power within me

I feel as though invisible chains started breaking, when I move my arm, my leg, when i rock my pelvis, i feel as thoufh shackles I was kept in, my body imprisoned srarted cracking, to give under pressure of immense power.

It feels like a giant breaking free, like there is an unlimited potential lurking inside me. Chains are breaking, nothing can no more stop the giant. Body is free of mind, yet two remain in perfect harmony.

Depths of what lies inside, dormant still, is like murky depths of the deepest ocean, still beyond reach. But I feel the tide had started, and what was inside started to rise. I feel as though tidal wave lurks, somewhere in time, when the world will witness the power that is within me.

And again, I felt

I searched for a long time
something that was here
all along
I tried to find
what was here
in me
since I was born.

So hard I wanted to know
that which was known,
so hard I tried to gain
that which was already mine.

And in that struggle
with my mind,
I have found
that the best way to win
is to just let go
and feel.

I have realised the difference between emotions and words and that has made all the difference.

 

Words we say only get in the way cause we are wired to search the insides of our souls. We see rather than hear each other, therein we feel what lies beneath, all the struggles, feelings and fears. If we only heard words a life would be a dull emotionless place, where there is no art, a dark tumult, a grey space. We are consciousness talking to each other, we are wired to seek what lies beneath the body, we don’t see the color of our eyes rather what eyes are hiding, we don’t hear the words that leave our mouth, we hear the energy that pervades them. It is hard to feel without the heart, when the tension rises and it starts to beat, don’t hide and run from it for then you are truly alive.

Dawn of self

I feel trapped
by my own self
or is it?

Image of myself
in a disarray
thorn apart
two worlds
one all around
pulls with every might
the other
tenderly calls me
like a mother to its child
It is like my soul begs
to be set free
but for that
illusion has to end
I have to brake
all the lines
that myself is kept in
all this time
venture into darkness
only to find light
at the other side
and when it feels like
the sun is going down
I dissolve into nothingness
only to rise again
like a sun in the dawn.

How can we know light?

How can you expect

The day lasts forever

When it shares time

With the night?

 

How can you expect

To get better

When you don’t go

Through dark times?

 

On the canvas of creation

Your life is the sky

Where the most beautiful sunrise

Follows the darkest night.

 

Sun and moon are your guides

You maybe choose to follow

Only one.

But remember,

How can we know light,

Without the dark?