Enraptured

We are living in a world of uncanny love.
A word of false pretense.
For the loved, lover and love giver.

A love that hid beneath a mask of perfections.

Perfections that come in the form of a porcelain face, a charming smile, a melodious voice, a talent to become one with the rhythms of the world, the ability to weave a world through words, wealth, glamour, a physique that enthralls.

A love that leaves nothing to the loved, lover and love giver.
Nothing but loneliness.

Loneliness upon realizing that amidst the laughter and tears,
as the sun sets and the moon that glows with the glow of the sun arise,
a meaningful life moves one more step away from the seeker.

An uncanny love.

A love where the brain becomes intoxicated with illusions.
Illusions that causes one to forget its own origins.
Who am I?
Why am I here?
What am I doing?

A love that taints love.
A love that gives out the imagery of a wilted flower.
A flower,
once so beautiful,
so elegant in its creation,
holy water was given,
water the flower they did,
never missing a beat,
little did they know that,
a flower do not simply live by water,
sunlight, carbon dioxide, pure affection, tender care,
not the obsessive caress nor kiss they keep giving,
day by day, the color drains,
but the water keeps coming,
the uncanny love keeps coming,
they just don't care do they.

As the flower dies another grows,
as a replacement.
A replacement for the idolaters of uncanny love.

To understand is to

give.

To understand is to give,

Give others your time, focus, attention and energy.


To understand is to let go.

Let go of your inner ego, your unwavering stands, your pride.


To understand is to listen.

Listen to what they have to say with an open heart. Listen with your brain and heart as well as your ears.


To understand is to wait,

Give time. You can never truly understand until you spare some time for the thoughts to settle down. Understanding can never be achieved in a split second. Time is needed to reflect, to be critical of yourself, of others. To find the balance that is needed for the situation. time, give time.


To understand is empathy.

Empathy is to combine all of the above aspects and mix it in a bowl.
Empathy is being aware and immersed in the sphere and situation of what you are attempting to understand.
Empathy is to, for a moment, dive into another's life, a sea filled an abundance of different creations.
Empathy is to be critical of yourself. To not let your thoughts, opinions, perceptions and principals become shrouded with a mask of self-centered egoism, consciously or unconsciously. All of this, for the sake of a deeper level of understanding.
Empathy, is to be able to feel another's pain and to sincerely smile at another's joy.

Empathy, is a treasure.
A key for harmony and peace.

Empathy, is what we all need.

Restless Days

Days where you row your boat silently over the stream.

Days where the trees by the shore stands calmly.

Days where a small breeze fleets through your fingers.

Days where children's laughter sings in the air.



Those days of calmness. Too calm. You stop rowing. Your boat stays.

Too calm.

Same shade of trees,

Same direction of wind.

The laughter fades.


Days filled with nothing but stillness.

Days filled with nothing but forced moves.

Days filled with nothing but an increasing detachment.


Detachment with people,

detachment with society,

detachment with life.


A life that contains no spark. A life filled with a dull type of calm and tranquility.

A life that leaves you staring at the ceiling.

A life like this,

what will you do with a life like this?

A life where no wrecking ball wants to enter.

A life like this,

if it's you, what will you do?