// Pour strong smelling coffee from the thermos in a cup,
With wide smile on the face.
And the sunny side up.
Leave the daily race in between and get lost into nature's lap,
Think how can something be so beautiful and soothing,
Can it be a trap?
Let out your worries along with carbon dioxide and inhale happiness and fresh air,
Sink in the soft mud and enjoy the green grass, the enjoyment you never found even by sitting in the most expensive and cosy chair.
Get nostalgic and gather back the fun you had when with your friends you did play,
Regret spending your whole time being deeply engrossed and lost in that four inch display.
Sink in deeper in the soft mud and release the monotony out,
Listen to your soul and let your passion out.
Enjoying the setting sun, and get lost in the beauty of the waned moon,
Put your sunny side up, and start living for your own self,
Cause you're not a toon. 🌸 //
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The Great Oak Tree
They say, "There is a world out there; above somewhere! Where Angels rule our known world here. Here, where we are temporarily blinded, distracted, and tempted by every desire,
While motivated the pureness - just, to love another soul, and be loved back in return; maybe, hopefully...
And while we do, we cling to whatever comfort, just momentary, while we pass here, that we're not alone in this sometimes cruel battle called life.
And while it may be at least one fault in our design, that we so easily regard our fellow creatures as different from us;
We too soon forget, that WE are indeed ALL those OTHER creatures on a different day's darker hour; when it knocks. Hard.
Deep inside us is the spark of life, allowing really only for a limited amount of beats, to feel this experience called life...
But there had ONLY always been two earthy qualities that matter, just momentary, while we pass here:
That we'd be allowed to be free; in our own particular way, to hope for a better tomorrow, and not suffer the knowing, EVER, that we fight this fight alone,
"But, what's more..." The ancients told, "when we're done with this fighting, and when of course, this fighting, is done with us..." They said,
"We get to travel - the travel of travels! A little to the east of the very edge of the known world we'll set out, from there, seven days travel further from everything that had been named; ever. .
Uphill from the largest oak that the Creator had allowed, and cut down by Angels, to erase proof of it -
From the ancient oak the Angels fashioned the largest desk, where they pray night and day over us, the ones who still need to travel,
Some call it Eden, others...Heaven, but had there been a signpost, it would not matter. What's matters is that Yvonne is there now, having travelled long enough...
dear diary ~ post release show i've been working hard on my freelance jobs (yoga, PR + copy editing) + my other love (TSIB). it's a lot but it's what i love. i'm excited to focus on music again...soon. 💜💜💜 --------------------------------------------- this is a 🌈photo from one of my poem zines that comes with my album. ✨Link in bio !✨📸: @s.ara.c2
select souls must retreat
from time to time
prepare to transmit;
The Sacred Trust
BE at peace in the cave
this was never meant to last forever.