fracture

 Hi

A healing is happening in me that lasted for a long time

It needed a large amount of pressure for the parts to meltdown

Again to form me, one more time 

The parts were broken down as my heart got broken over time

I soon learned heart is a precious gift that needs to be kept alive

Outside it is not easy to trust, the trust you had broke your heart

Everything needs to be taken with a grain of salt

Bland thoughts will lead to criticism of the ones

Who have confidence and now are demanding their wants

plantation

 What did I plant in my past life, I wonder,

The old book said life is the farmland

for what comes after life

What you plant will give fruit to

Be the taste of fruits of life

Makes me wonder many times

When did I plant the fruit of confusion

The one sedative fruit that its sweetness

Gives way to an easy passage of time but

It is hard to wake up after and tolerate

the hangover of a clear mind

the end

 At the end

He celebrated his glorious play

He made the piano sing a song

His hands made her voice reach

To tell the story that has been 

thought many many times

Even it was seen in the stars

One night when the fool chose to look

In the eye of God himself to find out

What is the answer to the mystery

And what he found was a glimpse

Into the future in which he will

Hear the lady sing

Sing her singing song of songs 

yet to be heard by the ears of mankind

He danced to the music that was 

sang by the most loved one

work

The sound it makes saying the word work makes my stomach swirl

It feels like I am completely dedicated to being in favor of an object

And the way it is done and its consistency

Changes the way I feel about my being

A being who has emptied himself from 

What is out there to be consumed

A being who wakes up in the silence of the night

To remind himself of the time before the creation of the light

The time when the only thing to do

Was to look at the flame of consciousness in front of the eye

The flame yet not have any meaning at all

But in its stillness was burning to be looked upon

And the walls

The walls were all to be experienced but most of all,

To show the confoundment of the mysterious fact that we are,

A subjective happening that is are

role

 Going through life and finding out I am not the smallest person in the group has its own significant implications. One is when someone is not on one of the extremes, they can be considered a person. They will have unknown accounts and they can play. They can be even in power, their comments can be considered, their criticisms can be taken with less grains of salt and their insights will not be misunderstood as pretentious.

The main thing is they have personal worth that can be damaged and they need to learn how to fix that.

Their hearts and energy are not for others to use and abuse and people who need to be used and abused are attracted to them.

They can have power.

They can have the possibility of being