Is there anything you can comprehend in this?

There are no words for it,
It exists within every moment.
With the passing of every breath,
Lost amidst thought.

The heart sees what the mind does not,
The heart knows more than every thought.
The heart speaks not what it wants,
It relinquishes only what it needs.

The mind screams often aloud,
Talking often of what it knows not.
A constant ramble of analytical thought,
It can never fully understand all.

Throw away all that you know,
Comprehend not all that you see.
When there is nothing around that you understand,
It is then that you'll learn all that you can.

What Moves the World

Would that I could see the will that moves the world. Would that it wasn't hidden, what would I see?

The constant flow of energy, the spinning of the fan, the blowing of the wind, the constant humming in the air. Would that I could see the will that dictates the world. What would I see?

Would that I understood the will that commands the land. That I may realise the nature of that which moves the earth and the air. The very same force that has given to me my freedom to defy Its will.

With each breath I take, with each step that I make with the pretence of true and absolute freedom. When in truth, I am bound to Its will. For in truth, His will does present itself within my heart. His will, I've learnt, lies deep within my soul. Coursing through me as it does through everything else.

Be it a rock that lays still upon the floor, or a tree rooted deep in earth, or a mindless dog lapping and drooling away. His will, flows through all. But what sets me apart from that rock or that dog, what sets you apart from anything else in this world, is choice. Such is His will upon us.

That we may be presented with His will, and yet be gifted with a chance to do with it as we will. That is our gift, and our curse.

Three Questions...

Question 1:
Do you believe in God?

Question 2:
Why do you believe or disbelieve in God?

Question 3:
What have you done as proof of your belief or disbelief in His existence?

THINK.

Plight

from whence my mind began to crumble
lost and torn complete asunder
from thence was born a spark of fire
furiously burnt by flames of desire


parched throat screaming for relief
safety from this heavy mental fatigue
finding yet neither within the searching
assailing the self with weight from all the seeking


hence is found a lesson in life
that death is reprieve from all that i fight
as long as breath still doth come
battle i shall with rage so strong


strength i find from angels of earth
borne to me upon wings of love
and thus i live imprisoned
loving those for whom is deserved


cursed be my heart
lost be my soul
unheard of is my plight
an angel flying the devil's flight

Under the covers of anonymity

It is easy to hide behind anonymity. To lurk behind the shadows of obscurity. We all do it sometime. Living in a world of strangers just makes it that much easier.

How much do you know of that person sitting next to you in that bus every morning? How well do you know your neighbours? How well do you know your friends? What is their favourite colors? Or their favourite food? What goes through their minds? How much of them do you know?

It is surprising just how little of society is really close to us. Same goes with how much of ourselves is truly known and understood by those who are close to us.

A mother may have spent years with a child yet she may never fully understand what goes on in his head. A father may have raised his child since he's but a babe, yet that very same father who's been through thick and thin with his son may never be able to fully predict his son's reactions to certain events in his life, nor understand why his son does some of the things he does.

People claim to know you inside out. People tell you they understand how you feel. They assure you that they've been through what you are now going through. They KNOW you. How much of this is true? How many of these people really know you?

No matter how close you are to another person, you can hardly understand or even begin to comprehend the intricate complexities of him/her.

When it all boils down to it, they only know a small part of you. The rest of you; the REAL you remains hidden behind obscurity. Cloaked in the mist of the mind. Something that is insubstantial.

Most of what we think and feel remains anonymous. Unknown. And, these are what makes us who we are. Our thoughts and emotions. The most vital components of our being. Also the most well hidden.

How many people out there can truly understand your thoughts and emotions? How many of them see what you see?

Who is to know? For we are all hidden under the mist of the self. Caught up in the world that is the mind. Free to think, feel and know anything and everything without being judged. All under the covers of anonymity. Only under the covers of anonymity.