Just That.

A new breath
Comes in light,
In a situation
of what I take my time
To understand
Of what I gave up.

A face is born
In the pulse and
It trembles,
It asks me
"how do I walk through mud"
I lie down to
Look at my mind.

I melt, I know it can too,
In some time, I feel it,
It feels like a rock,
I call it new hence, this breath,
I learn that a fear loves to
Imagine itself,
To be rational.

Free Will.

Purpose is decided by interpretation of reality and of emotions. The free will, mine hence depends on values that trigger my actions. Working assumptions never help achieve goals that I pursue, thoughts being born thus has to come from awareness which needs me to focus on reality.

It is not something beyond, externally we explore the reality and that always gives us a choice to act upon. I remain thus free in my choice, even those who claim and shout that they are not; remain too, to understand this all one requires is to focus on the value that makes us make a particular choice.

Wake Up!

As it seems so

I am

Just about there
Hanging in
As being sucked
By the noise.

I hear a fear
And then a laughter
Breaks my lips
‘Cause my creation
This fear
Remains mine alone.

I stare,
It stands dumb
The laughter works
And it makes a lot of sense,
It drives the breath wild.

I know where it is
The fear,
All that remains of it
Is a story
Wake up! Wake up!

Strings in the winds,
A wave of freedom lashes,
As always, I now
Remain aware.

This rising thus help
Energies soar,
Reminding me of some indulgences,
I let them go.

More and more fuel adds
To the burning of
 All the so called solutions.

It takes little
Of what I am can offer.

Some habits yet stay back,
The I in them too,

But these strings
In these winds
Burns all remains of
A division so.

A thought remains independent, even
Alone in an event
Its external movements though
Exhibits all its attributes.

Out from the mind and then
In to the mind
A thought travels through
A past and a future,
Each morning brings in a choice
In what not I can do, or.

As night ends
The dark provides the curtains to
sleep through it
Deep, deep in it
All grow who choose
To play as the players should.

Produce, produce and then rest
As energies are available in movements,
Events remaining independent 
And in plenty,
A kiss lasts forever,
That comes from joy
And yet remains alone.

Awareness of self - a journey that triggered troubles processing simple mathematical equations, hence for survival a pathway had to be discovered or forged in to identity.

I opened up to self, self observing starting with breath, to my needs and my feelings, and my expressions thus exposed my emotional states. I confronted threats that would alter my state of being.

Actions stood outside Moral, ethical codes.  Awareness bought in reactions, reactions that needed to be within the social codes of conduct, I hence needed a premise, a premise that would see contradictions in my reactions. A purpose here I understood helped, it created a hunger interacting with actions effectively. 

Anticipation I understood had a frequency. It was sound, it had form, it had shape and it had to be created by me and that needed a pulse. The pulse i.e. I to create anticipation it had to seek. 

To seek would build intents.  The intents forge identity through productivity.

Intents help learning and in developing of skills.
The genetics could build sustain and discard emotions.

DREAM.

We had a dream. 
This one that we saw came true for most around us without an effort.
We had to wait. We had to think for it. We had to work for it. We toiled for it.
We prayed. We traveled, studied a lot, planned and waited, waited endless days, endless nights.

It was this dream and it became precious to us with the patience and love we came to preserve it with.

Now the dream has become a Reality.
We will watch it in its every action – sleep, walk, learn, discover.  We will take time for all of it, slowly see it through and learn from it.

We will express gratitude for the rest of our life. For a dream for which we waited for so long we promise we would never be careless with it.

Myra.

As I watched her sleeping, there was silence and a movement in that silence or the movement of silence itself. Time remained absent for once, although there was movement, but there was no time.