What is the mind?

That very source that thinks, provides affirmations, judges and knows

or is it all in the body, the soul, and the liner chakras

that unite one with the very light and energy source of the universe

It is so single minded, that each individual has the power to provide the world with their own essence whilst tapping into the one love of knowing all is one

Sources, history, books, inspiration, does one ever accept those very things into the system

and if so, is it for improvement of weaknesses or lack of strength

The mind is constantly involving, or perhaps it is 

constantly CREATING

Is life, a journey of lessons, or a deeper creation rooting from emotions

and beliefs

Power, light, work, children, mere words that compromise each being

Yet each individual is so distinct, like a bed of roses where each rose

has its own scent, colour, texture and thorns

Perhaps those thorns are what allow the rose to bloom,

whilst it is deeply rooted into the very bed of mother nature

The earth on which one resides and inhabits

Essence is so unique, and so much of what is, is to learn that very essence

of one's own being, and mind. In order to create and manifest a beautiful life

and bloom like an amazing flower that soars towards the sun and sky

Gossip...

Gossip is like the spreading of words to relieve oneself of a burden on the chest

the transfer of fear, a battle of power spreading concerned 'secrets'

Like chinese whispers, what started as the married woman had an affair with the page

ends up with the mistress had 20 lovers. 

The power of words, or rumor claims?

Rumors are funny, they consist of battering another's position

yet they're spread without the person's awareness

Hence rarely allowing the one in question to stand up for themselves

Like a battle with no outcome, for the situation turns into fiction

bearing only certain minds in power

Notice how every time there are two people in a room, there's always conversation about a third

Seldom is it two's company, and three's a crowd, more like two's a bore, three's a laugh

Can society be on the tip of their toes in words about others that make them rejoice

Singing of failures, inhaling far from the bright, after all who's to say what's right and wrong,

and even if they do, only the individual would believe it, cos each person has a mind of their own. 

Seek Seek Seek

Search, Seek , Find

Creation, Growth, Grace

Every cycle that my soul went through, is far from a roundabout

but a quest of experiences which give one lessons on this path

Situations where I lost, circumstances one felt unable to handle

Gotta keep on moving and improving such stances

Higher vibrations, energy is power

Mind over matter, intentions are the key

To know one will and can changes destiny

or brings about what was already written to be

Transitional phases as the soul has been through it all

New takes.. 

Critical Judgement?

Human nature.. or the mouth working like a job

My own personal concerns have led me to various judgements

on people, society and their values.

The fact that so much is hidden from the general public

by leaders who mainly fight for monetary and powerful concerns

Some judge people for their external displays and internal plights

If first impressions are last impressions, is society being too critical from the start

Somebody who appears cold and aloof, ego or inability to open their heart

Body language and impressions of a person are what we recollect

the first five minutes spent with the individual, implants recollections in our heads

No wonder labels are so easy to place, for they hide from the real facade behind outward grace

Karmic evolution

Karmic evolution, bounding me to time

Sent me flying, every ceiling felt too high

Restrictions of being, past plights

Rush of tension, loss of might

Organic circumstances, or an unexpected turn

Means by which one is forced to grow and become

Childish ways, or lack of concern

Concern for all, yet none for some

Injustice, bias and balance

or was it all to make the canoe stronger

the one that I see inside, sliding along a slippery river

The waves have calmed, the grey is at loss

The blue is beautiful and calm, or are the oars just tough

The sun reflects its yellow shimmers, the rays glimmer with light

A window can be opened in the heart, to allow all that feels like the great in Sight

Shirdi

Golden foyer, with an iconic statue

Crowds rushed by, Sai only had a moment to spare

The controllers kept pushing the crowds, the people kept barging into one another

Feet were black, managed an hour of stares

Devotion and religion are a joke at this site

Respect to God yet what a pity to find such a symbolic place

have turned into a commercial flight

Money, the goal, merchants selling goods to achieve blessings from the lord

Inhabitants selling bracelets and flowers that provide material sounds

The statue for which one travelled eight hours, was viewed for less than a minute

Closed off were the special places where Sai baba would reside in 

Shirdi Shirdi.. holy place, or money minting

Inspiration

Atticus Finch - 'It's a sin to kill a mockingbird. The one thing they do is pour out their hearts and sing to us.'

Symbolic evil forces metaphor into children and hunters who aim to kill innocence. 

Forgiveness only derives with understanding. Compassion for those who have to go such lengths, sympathy for their ignorance and inability to walk in another's shoes. 

Courage love and peace is found in a mockingbird which is ironically mocked and characterized as a small, naive being. Light is found in each person, even under the several layers of protectiveness or darkness that is portrayed. Experiences and life form each individual in a certain way. Childhood mysteries, teenage sufferings, lessons one learns through sobriety to finally bloom in individual roses. 

Sometimes the light blows out, yet the fairy who lights it, resides on the right with the power to manipulate and attract certain forces. Energy is the key to life for it guides one to manage their fate and keeps a candle alight in broken times. 

Intuitive forces, kept in mind, follow your way, final destination in sight.