“beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself”

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.

Be yourself.
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.

 – Desiderata.
Its golden, every single time.

electric pieces.

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.

-lakin imani

 

am i.

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?

a surrealist you are.

if i loved you, i would try

to say all that i what i want to say

but i don’t.

so i am

intentionally silent

and

unapologetic

rising in the new skies, that are now real to me

you are

a figment of what could have been

surreal

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

still

and unapologetic.

a love surreal.

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