Can I hold two hearts,
One for the wretched
And one for the blessed.
Yes, he said, the true one.
When the blessed care for the wretched,
A heart is whole,
For the World to fit
Unbound blessings
Tag: art
Soul maker’s peace
There is a soul maker,
Lurking around every corner,
Paying attention to all around.
He is watching, what he sowed.
When the time comes, he reaps.
And what did he sow,
What else than your soul.
He plants it, waters it,
Face the light, the thunder,
the storm that plucks out the bad,
And at last who remain,
Who finds truth
He reaps at the end.
That is the soul makers truth.
Make life from life.
Stay untitled.
There’s a burden one must carry,
A sorrowful one, a dismay.
And there’s hope one must carry,
Heavier, yet blooming.
And in between the pages,
One must stay untitled,
What better way to hope,
To loose a burden,
Than by shadowing your title.
Strong wine.
Have you tasted wine?
The wine they call friends.
Red and dark silver
Blue and black creamings
Grey and day burning,
Years old wine.
Taste it ones,
The tongue searches for more.
Yet, be addictive,
My friend,
That’s the drowning of
the being of “you”.
The sacred key.
No doors are locked,
When you have the right key.
No hearts are broken,
Until love touch it.
And now my locks are broken,
When you lost the key to them.
The new friend
He waited till the last person withdrew. The time was near and he can’t be late. But the people just won’t go. The storms near, why aren’t they going? He sat on the ground. While the crowd slowly walked out of the green matted field, the man stood up eagerly, “at last, “
But he saw two still standing. He walked up to them.
“Storm’s near,” he said to a gentleman with tearing eyes. The man nodded. The man moved out with a woman holding his hands.
“So here we go” the man clutched his shovel and started closing the grave. The man slowly pulled out a torn kercheif and kept it on top of the gentleman’s sons casket.
“Don’t worry boy, you will have friends here, my son sleeps a few metres from here, he is a good boy. He could use a nice company. Give this kerchief to him, when you see him. Tell him, his papa loves him.”
The man shovelled the mud into the grave like tears swelling in eyes.
The best word.
Priority.
Keeping yours at top
Knowing there are others.
Wrongful ending.
It has come to an end,
Inexplicable one for sure.
Have I not ever loved it before?
I may have, for time has gone to remember it.
The very moment has arrived,
Not a pleasant one I suppose,
But a time that nothing could replace.
Should I apologize or appreciate it?
The ending has started,
Or is it over.
But it is happening.
For time has gone to remember it.
Convincingly majestic.
I met a king once,
He looked majestic,
As told in tales.
He neither had a throne,
Nor a crown.
Yet he was the King,
You wish you’ve seen.
Bold and beautiful,
Fearsome yet caring.
Now I see him everyday.
All I have to do,
Is to look in the mirror.
There he stands,
The king that was born to rule.
Fine life.
There is nothing better,
Than to have a cup of coffee,
And a newspaper in your hand,
Sitting comfortably in your best chair,
Smiling at the sun rising slowly,
No worries at all
This is life.
The ultimate goal
Finding the Alchemist 