1, 2, 3 , 4…
Pair up…
Afraid of those words…
Afraid that I’ll be picked last…
As I won’t build those same bonds…
Built over time…
Or in an instant…
For when I try…
Or rather not…
Just stay to the side…
And hope a single soul sees…
This being begging for some piece…
Of what it means to belong…
If just for a moment…
Then I promise to leave…
Back to my reality…
Back to peace…
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Intro: April is Autism Awareness month. Taking a hiatus from other topics in progress to focus on writings that perhaps reflect the nuances.
It’s my World….
At peace with words…
The sounds…
Thoughts from inside…
Bridge being my eyes…
Sights from outside…
Peer into my mind…
Focus…
Focus…
Can’t…
She’s too…
Is she sweet…
Look away…
Look away…
Maybe a slight grin…
Then this can begin…
Be you…
But be me…?
You know where that leads…
Me being broken…
Misunderstood like before…
Better to be in my world…
Where the sounds tell more…
Whole stories about heroes…
Even tragedies…
But forever happy to be me…
Back to my world…
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Figments…
Trying to grasp…
While walking past all this noise…
What does he mean?
She’s mean?
Blessed be those who can see…
While I try to perceive…
What a smile means…
Or a frown…
All this doubt…
Pass by the crowd…
Another bout of pain…
Can I make it…?
But the blank stares…
Please stop…
Judged by all…
Why can’t I be unseen…
Let me be…
Yet I wish for more…
For what they have…
For those smiles…
Just to feel what happiness is about…
Blessed be those who can see…
I’m not one of them…
They don’t understand me…
Why I am who I am…
Eyes look away…
Another day gone…
But I made it…
Blessed…
One of the many masterpieces that inspire those peaceful pieces of me…
Instruments transcend barriers brought on by languages…
The power of an assemblage of strings to imprint thought processess…
That words could never completely define…
Let the symbols testify…
The life lived lies…
Sounds, sights, smells…
Scribed through smiles…
Sulks, sobs, sighs…
That’s the power within instruments…
Words…
Words…
Can only carry emotion so far…
For I found the other five senses…
When meld with thought…
Teach us the greatest of all lessons…
Through the pensive times…
Pondering what each key and nth degree means…
Concede that we are not all that we speak…
Hypocrisy is far worse than Heresy…
Perceived or otherwise…
“Greenery”
{Meaningful}
Intro: Old style, but faithful…
The “Secret Life of Plants”
Why must most of us need to look up to the sky to be in awe and inspired to succeed…When right below our feet, the ground speaks…The roots of the trees communicate in a type of speech that can reach many more…yet we choose to ignore the tip-toes of the hairs on the roots that speak to the soil dwelling microbes that “fix” N2 to allow plants to grow…While the water that flows into the ground, absorbed through the roots, away from the view of the many who choose to ignore…The only part we play is to tear away a plant from its home…Often leaving nothing else to grow…the soil tears and turns dry, for the exchange of nutrients is essential to life…But the “precious lives” of the privelaged commands the death of plants and their caretakers that can’t fight back…This lack of respect reflects on our dark ways towards life…
If only we would understand…
This symphony of thoughts and dreams of a plant to grow, expand, and please the Lord in neverending grace…In a state of constant praise…
Praising The Creator who gives the power of sentience…Something we rarely mention…Perhaps the tension of the very idea that plants are more than just “alive” would finally make us realize not to take everything and waste for our own selfish gain…We couldn’t even breathe without these tinges of green that we now explain away as ours for the taking…Breaking the natural regenerative cycles…Unbridled disgrace that will be the undoing of the “human race” if the pace of this loss of life will not come to a halt…
This greenery…This natural scenery that The Creator placed on earth for us to to be amazed by His unimaginable grace…so why do we continue to take and disrespect the natural order of His plans…Just because we don’t understand the language of these now languishing plants…Doesn’t give us the right to harm them to no end…We must protect and preserve this earth and all the beings from the smallest microbe to the biggest tree… And all that lies in between the paths we carve…Let’s add to the world’s natural Art…Get inspired by the “Secret Lives of Plants” Hidden in plain sight…Till we look again…And realize and comprehend all these connections between all biota…We’re just a “chohta” piece of neverending puzzling lifecycle that breathes…Please…Let’s hope we now will breathe in harmony with all the the world’s beings…Eternal harmony…
Love life if you can…
But if you can’t, at least you can still live it…
Silent Scholar 