It is the sole strength of a woman who goes her own way To look into watered eyes of love and whisper “i cannot stay” It was this sort of love she would admire in a distant gaze As colors of passion adorned the sun kissed sky each day For her, Love is larger than
Sifted Sage
Who is he ?
I look back and try to retrace those moments That melted even faster than the flames first caught fire, When bright ember eyes sparked with so much life And tinder teased in laughter ready to ignite Remembering rekindles the joys of innocence Fueling the feelings of freedom in childlike play As I watch, I wonder
Coming to Life
Suddenly it began to open before her unseen eyes She could feel eternity expand from within her Reaching out, as the book slowly stretched, Like it had been asleep for ages. She was awakened to the point Reality became a dream. Her story unraveled with each step she took Into the pages, she was drawn
Unphased
Do you know who you are When there is No One, No Thing To take your time and space Are you afraid of silence Are you scared to be alone Do you fear all you’ll hear From those deep dark cages Are you looking for approval Do you need everyone to see Have you marked
Is Black and White All You See?
You are White, And bright you are Pure and clean. Simple and neat Then there’s Black, The Anti All Covered and cloaked. Distinguished and Bold Neither see me, though I’m a part of each. Blinded by dualism and polarity. White is the paper, black is the pen, Grey is the meaning given within Tricia ileen
From Nadir To Zenith
Our journey, Shaped like a diamond and equally complex. Multifaceted with each face representing a different point of view. The starting point, is the lowest point. As one ascends the jouney becomes gradually wider, reaching from one side to the other extending beyond the points above and below. To go even further it becomes even
To Know
There is so little you can ever know for certain. Even wisdom of our world that is thought to be true has been tampered with; polluted with man’s own perception and influence. The real Truth lies deeper than that, buried, reserved for those who are willing to seek it. But people are content with what
Thoughts on Love
What is Love, other than a feeling? An emotion does not describe what love is, it simply categorizes it as a feeling or emotion. Emotions are signals; communication without words. Feelings are hard to describe or put into words. Emotions are necessary for the inner self or subconscious to communicate to the outer self or