No Moon to Pull You

The fresh, deep, majestic blue mass, that once rippled a thousand extending arms, now sits still. Waiting to feel the playfulness of the wind upon itself. The water sits by itself.

Indecision

Once the quiet plagued her, she felt chained to it. 

Fear or Faith

Sitting amidst this undesirable loneliness. The peaceful quiet nature of the beast that burdens us. That does not allow us the simple appreciation of the very thing we seek, yet disregard. Perhaps it's the pressures that surround us or perhaps it's our own innate knowings that we seek outside ourselves. I see it as the ultimate distraction from the powers that reside within. The greatest fear is that of our own greatness and that if given the opportunity (simply to release our own hold) that we'd be overpowered by greed and anything bred from darkness; that has no knowledge of the light and what beauty it holds. That even with the greatest and most pure of intentions, that when faced, we would pursue our purposely deprived under-thoughts instead of those of truth and beauty. Perhaps that is the biggest ruse we've ever believed in; that given the chance, we'd truly choose Evil over Good; Death over Life; Greed over Altruism. The biggest ruse is that we believe we are innately bad people. So, who has planted this deep in our subconscious and why are we so set on believing it?

Why does fear always outrank belief?

We're more keen on holding ourselves back in fear, than risking faith. Because if Faith loses, where's the hope to continue on? We are looking for a guarantee that we are never going to get. It's going to take a little risk and a whole lot of faith!

Where are you living right now? In Fear or in Faith?

We Are The Restless Sheep

Unapproachable by natures call
This thrilling, unequivocated mind
Of a young, restless soul
Sits and waits upon
The ideas that strike
A Universe full of opportunity

Sitting with baited breath
Relaxed, yet not so subtle
Ready to break free
Of owns' self restraints
To be less than the most powerful force
That sleeps inside
Yet not so deeply masked
By thy own wish to be unseen
Until the time comes
To prove of her own greatness

Her calling, that of the obvious
Her fear, that of the misguided
Her ability, that of the unheard
No one stands in her way but that
Of her own misjudgements 

So, patiently wait
To see the truest beauty
From the one that only needs her own time to find
Power and strength cater to those that shred their doubt;
It is for all of us to find
And for all of us to fear

There is no more time for waiting
There is no more time for restless sleep
For we are the restless sheep
And we are ready to break free from our herd

One by one, we shall find our way