shades of true colors
There are no more exquisite and ethereal words
Only harsh and splintered ones
Words of bloodshed and war
scabbed and scraping against the gashing wounds of my broken heart
the only echos left are the screams of the gnashing souls
trapped in the torturous prisons of this worlds smiling illusion
a thousand expectations of who and what make us successful
while we wither in fields of scorched corn
wishing for a cool drink of sweet southern iced tea
in some small bordered zone of kindness
ringed with beauty for a full minute
where we aren’t allowed to speak words of death to each other
They say, tomorrow never comes.
What if ‘they’ are flat-out wrong?
What if the truth is more along the lines of…
tomorrow just doesn’t matter?
If we run away from our sadness,
If we turn our backs on anger,
If we deny fear its inherent right to be here,
If we kick our pain out onto the cold, dark streets…
How will we ever know
That these weren’t precious gifts made of gold,
Forged in the fires of ourselves
– Jeff Foster
You are where you need to be at this moment. Soak in the experiences around you. Things are happening for you that you are not aware of yet. Practice mindfulness and appreciate the now. In retrospect, it will all make sense.
You know the feeling where you think, “Wow, if I had not experienced this struggle, I would never have found this great blessing in my life.” As your motivation today, instead of resorting to thoughts leading to questioning everything, think only of positive ones.
Repeat to yourself, “I am where I need to be right now. Good things are present, and there is more to come.”
📷🙏Lucian Andrei, Portugal
A PRAYER FOR YOUR WILD SOUL
Give yourself time to make a prayer that will become the prayer of your soul. Listen to the voices of longing in your soul. Listen to your hungers. Give attention to the unexpected that lives around the rim of your life. Listen to your memory and to the inrush of your future, to the voices of those near you and those you have lost. Out of all of that attention to your soul, make a prayer that is big enough for your wild soul, yet tender enough for your shy and awkward vulnerability; that has enough healing to gain the ointment of divine forgiveness for your wounds; enough truth and vigour to challenge your blindness and complacency; enough graciousness and vision to mirror your immortal beauty. Write a prayer that is worthy of the destiny to which you have been called.
Excerpt from ETERNAL ECHOES