Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.
Its golden, every single time.
smiling through crooked panoramas and reflecting through skewed prisms
i’m not a typical anything
being slightly not put together just feels right to me
i never fancied glue
i always thought pictures, horizons, clouds and people were more becoming when they were split in two
fascinated with the way windshields divide from the force of the smallest pebble
beautiful, fragile, delicate and still able to burst, so electric like transparent tie dye
my melancholy spills out in bright hues of bravery
and i apologize if it’s contagious
my smiles are created of all of my beautiful and broken pieces.
i am a writer.
i am a song.
i am a dreamer.
i am not always a believer.
i am peace.
i am a warrior.
i am an attempting lover.
i am honest.
i am a friend.
i am a sister.
i am a daughter.
i am an auntie.
i am chaos.
i am healing.
i am a haiku.
i am a nuturer.
i am growing.
i am trying.
i am struggling.
i am more than circumstance.
i am not a keeper of time.
i am bruised.
i am beautiful.
who are you?
if i loved you, i would try
to say all that i what i want to say
but i don’t.
so i am
rising in the new skies, that are now real to me
a figment of what could have been
so i be.
here, with me.
ascending past you like growing skyscrapers
like the ones that shield you every day
towering like fantasies
you admire their beauty
wanting to craft, create and conquer their stature
afraid of heights
too timid to climb the scaffolds of another skyscraper because,
yours is not stable, still under construction
so you stay there
in the limbo between growth and the ground
with moments of gumption and even more of doubt
you live in a comfort zone
staring at your reflection in the glass
the only thing that keeps you from falling down below
windows are stained from your fingerprints because you are grasping for a grip
you say love sky scrapers
but if you loved them like you say you do
you would try to climb them, like you want to
but you don’t.
so you stand there
a love surreal.