Who are you...a continnumm of the society or a link in the chain that is significant

A breathing human or a nut in the higher order of things

A project for greatness, or part of totality with its own uniqueness

We choose our own ends, what lies in a situation

We choose what to do in a situation, and also our role in the situation

When you stop being you, then it is time to let go...

To open the window and unfurl the wings and just soar..

Messages without sound need a frequency,

If there are two many frequencies, maybe setting your life after - when you are just an addition in a list

A specie - that stands out as an achievement

It is time to let go

It is time find yourself and your company

To take that breath alon

To stop waiting because nobody is going to come

And the Truth will set you free ....

There is more to baby steps than small steps

There is more to unbreakable than the mended cracks

Twisted lines that are toed are carved through the tireless countless breaths

Need to learn the art of doing my work and not looking up

saying no

I love my work - I hope my brain believes it

I need to stop time and change my brain - desperately required - at-least one of them is mandatory if not both

Average Life

Endless days of humming activity,
Shortening distances cruising limitless journeys,
Breathless spills, in binding expectations,
Borrowed dreams, weaved with pawned imaginations,
Shaving differences to earn exhausting excesses,
Savouring lifeless visions and dead conversations by deafening the verbose silences,
Stealing delights living on the whirlpool's edges.

Toeing the exacting norms, for escaping the routine,
Making disappear friendly walls, chatty gateways,
Visits that tied the extremes, to keep afloat  the drenched souls.
Trashing legitimate, demanding, high decibels in fearful turns,
Webs of hands for sagging souls that stood up to whimsical amoebic earth.

Drunk on fascination of creation you planted parasites,
Forgetting the call, to weed the rot, for each human tide,
Snipping the buds of ordinary, you wait for extra ordinary,
Choking by averaging the extremes, you forget life is lived at the means.

I hate leaky water pots.....

they just dont know when to stop.........