Showing posts with label poetic prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetic prose. Show all posts

Thursday, September 30, 2010

It' mine.



It's always
relationship, evolving, dissolving
in a final crash
only left with the broken
pieces of a heart.
I want my whole heart.
It's mine.
So here's the game plan:
Let's be friends.
A friendship revolving is reliable.
Reliable.
Sure, there's no jumping--
less excitement, a lower risk quotient.
You might be fooled into thinking less fun.
Except guess what?
I am okay. Just myself. By myself.
And I still have my own whole heart.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Call Me Cryptic

I have stopped spinning, and started knowing. I am myself, without needing to define who I am exactly. I can be, I can exist without filling in the blank space left after the "I am...."

I gain my footing on solid ground even when the path in front of me is unclear. All I know is what is just in front of me, and that is all I need. Once in a while , I get distracted by the tall trees and sky above. But there is a time and a place to go climbing and reaching, and it is not now. It is enough only to exist from moment to moment, finding the right feeling for each point in time. And then, stitching together the little parts into the greater whole. A whole entire picture that is: Happiness, easy content, and a relaxed being.

Because the thing is: The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

Introspectively,

Miss M

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Reach for the Stars and....

I am really really terrible at describing cool things. On occasion, I happen to be descriptive but it only happens by chance. When I actively want to describe something, I have trouble finding the words. As it so happens, I just finished making this really cool wall mural for my apartment. I'll take a picture once I move in and put it up, but I wanted to share this quote that I wrote below the mural:

"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-ever. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours."
--Ayn Rand(Atlas Shrugged)
All you have to do is reach for it!

And another one that I like a lot:

"The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low and achieving our mark."
--Michelangelo

After all, we are sons and daughters of Heavenly Father, and as such we have infinite potential and power from Him. If we turn to him with the best we have, he will give us the best we are.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Dear Blogging World:

I write to you now, as I finally reflect on the absence of posts that these summer months have brought on. It is not that I have forgotten you, simply that I have currently stepped back into my own little cocoon. My home, family, the nearest and the dearest. The way the squirrels chase each other back and forth across the branches of the oak tree outside my bedroom window. Sunshine on my back and face, falling across my body like a warming caress. Deep breaths in and out, the serenity of the smell of earth through my head. Wisdom from my Babu, giggles from my favorite little one, smiles and kisses and love.
This is what I live for. What we all live for: Love.
To love and be loved. God is love. And that is our purpose: to return to our Father on High, and present him with the greatest stories of love we have the power to create now. The most beautiful, least selfish act in the world. This is my existence. My own: I am that I am. And this is what I send out into the world from my heart, because it can certainly carry a lot of love.

Create your own story, and make sure you include the important characters.

Joyfully yours,

Miss M