I want you to find me sexy. (Sexier than his new girl, most definitely.)
I want you to validate my views. (Because I can’t trust myself.)
I want you to think I’m smart and successful. (Because every second I’m reminded by this and this Person’s accomplishment that I am mediocre, at best.)
I want you to think I’m wise and charitable. (Because if I’m not that accomplished, at least I’ve got that whole Spiritual thing going for me, right?)
I want you to like me. (Because it’s so damn hard to like myself.)
—-There is a Difference Between Scar-Expression & Self-Expression
By Sheena Vasani
I wrote this last year during a stressful time I feared losing a loved one. I stumbled upon it again today and was grateful for the reminder.
I went for a walk. It’s been a hard week. I needed guidance.
An hour later, my search led me back to where I began – nowhere. I found nothing.
Defeated, I stood still.
Surrendering, I bared my heavy heart to the heavens, looking up only to find a green sky.
In the Hindu tradition, green is the color of the heart chakra.
Gently, Rumi’s “only through the heart can you touch the sky” whispers to me. I smile and understand.
Be still. Go in. Stop running to the outside. Face your heart and let her speak. Let her break, so that she may break open to receive love. There lies your answer.
Love is always the answer.
They told me to walk following the arrows and signs of other’s streets
Don’t look down, just up
And so I listened and I swallowed your maps and I looked both ways and up and up – what a good girl! – I even ran to get there faster faster faster
Following all the directions, running the race, ran ran ran
Until I fell into the forbidden Down
And stared it straight into its face
Only to find in that loud silence my voice once more
An xo and an arrow
Love now the guide, not you
Why didn’t they ever tell us that down there lies the true path we’d all been looking for?
-Through the fall, we fly
On those days when the memories of yesterday dim the light of today’s new dawn…
Throw the sheets off and open wide those blinds that hide. Dry those eyes.
Put your crown back on, goddess
The sun beckons you to shine alongside.
-The Sun is Your Equal, Stand Tall and Don’t Hide
This is not a masterpiece.
Just a young woman learning that
When the soul says, “Paint.”
You pick up the brush and paint.
– Learning To Listen To The Heart
You can take your facts and figures, please
I’m just here for the flowers.
—- Why I Live
What is strength truly
a scarred heart still staying soft
still striving to open.
Running from the rain
Silent storm slowly soaking
Paved the path to peace