Today’s the day
When you will no longer hide
Anything about yourself from the world.
Be the dawn,
And rise just as the sun
Radiating the cosmos with your very presence.
Show the world
That the face in the mirror
Is in fact something magnificent to behold.
I can see it
Now let them too;
There is nothing at all for you to fear.
Voices may say
You are odd and strange,
But in truth you are true perfection.
The eccentricity you hold
Don’t let anyone revert that process.
Maybe it took weeks,
Or perhaps you were a lucky one
And were always indulging in your originality.
This is who you are forever
And can never rightfully be told its wrong.
Dream up worlds
All of you own making in fantasy
So that people can see what it means to be you.
Love anyone you choose
With all your heart regardless of what others say
Or think; their being is different from you and they simply don’t understand.
And for some reason
Should you be lonely and need support
I am here for everyone as long as I am able to be.
Together we will
Display your wonder across the world
Until none remain who do not recognize the splendor
I see each time I look at you in envy: I wish I was more like you.
There are memories in the wind
I know I should not rightfully have
Yet for some reason do.
On warm summer nights
Breezes like these bind the world
When human compassion cannot
And terror pulls us apart.
During moments like this
Silent prays are offered
To overcome our hardships.
Carried off on currents
Which caress far-off faces
They summon visions of distant lands
To those they happen to touch.
No matter where we are,
Everyone is connected in this way
When human failings prevent true bonds to form;
There is comfort in knowing
Winds shall always join our hearts.
I do not pretend to know
What is beyond me
Or my grasp of wisdom.
Falsehoods such as this
Lead only to ruin,
Namely of the soul.
All around me
Painted faces are everywhere;
Is this a Mask or a Street?
humanity has long
Cloaked itself from revealing
That which resides in hi true nature.
Out of fear and greed
We do thus conceal the inner workings
Of our minds.
How much time must pass
before we realize we can
And should exist free from ourselves-
Cast of the shackles we have bound ourselves with;
We need them no more.
Be true to who you are,
Hide nothing from yourself or from others,
Let the radiance of your being persist
Through the deceit we wear
So that people may come to love you
Not who you pretend to be.
I am a wretch who need not
One more breath take, for with it
I do rob the world
Of a dear necessity
Which I should hold no claim to,
Yet still persist in an indulgence.
No love is mine, nor shall I possess
Such a magnificent
Blessing ever again in
This lifetime. My purpose is
Only to make others happy.
So that they might find their
Love. Never was there more
Profound recognition of life
Than to love and be loved.
Thus, I being unloved
do not deserve to live
A true life, merely existing
unjustifiable to the world
Evermore in uncertainty.
Vibrations resounds through the air
Scorching it with flames,
Pricking the skin till only numbness remains.
Waves pulse, rippling through the congregation,
Silently waiting for the rite to begin anew.
Then, out of the deafness, music is heard
And with cries of delight
Bodies sway in disjointed unison,
One elegant and inflicting mass—
Compelling souls to join, regardless of reason.
Four hours they will dance
Never tiring so long as they are drenched in the melody;
Forming a sea that swells with each crescendo.
None are free from this enchantment,
As if they would want to be,
In this crowd all are one,
Unified together in joyous nirvana
Transcending the body and soul—
Where peace may be found in every heart.
—Louis D. Brandeis
There is a calm
Which we all seek unknowingly
Throughout our lives,
Yet so few of us discover it;
Realizing the wonder that it holds.
Chaos fills our lives-
In our cities and our homes
Till it engulfs our hearts as well.
Everywhere people rush on by
Leaving the beggar in the street behind,
No second glance, it wastes too much time.
Humanity has become consumed
By “progress” and all its promises,
And despite their dire efforts
Few reach the pinnacle of this fantasy.
So, we struggle more
Trying to obtain the illusion;
Make it real.
If we do in our minds
The thought of happiness blooms.
Nothing, I tell you, brings joy
Save looking at oneself honestly
Understanding our flaws to the point
Where admiration beams at our imperfection.
Only then can we come to reality-
Escape the delusion of a world
Governed by progressions falsehoods-
And enter into the gaiety of self-fulfillment.