Ana

Beautiful world of duality


Empty. Or is it now?

Perception.

What do you see? Are your eyes always right?

Or is there something else that pulls you further and deeper? Is there?

Do you see a siluette of a man in the flame of a candle and do you see all the colours of the rainbow in its aura... auto suggestion?or is it?

Mind playing tricks on its self...or the conscience has awoken...

The biggest fight and the largest war...the one within us.

Learned habits or intuition? Trust yourself or trust what has been told to you...

Choice. This beautiful world of duality.

Black or white? Ying or yang?

Right or wrong? Left or right?

Empty.

Limits. There are none.

Intuition. Colour.

Empty it full. Beyound this beautiful world of fictive duality.





No title.
This poem was inspired by one period in my life...the period with the greatest amount of emotions,beautiful and painful...
When someone experiences love and true happiness being turned into something completely opposite...
Something you can never forget,and you’re not really sure if you want to...
This poem has no title.



"For too long I was standing on the edge of the cliff for which I thought was love
For too long I was balancing between mercy and a fall
With you behind me pushing me forward and pulling me backwards
Pushing me,pulling me...

I gave you myself,thought I was safe from the world in your arms...
But you never really held me,you never really embraced me...
You kept me hanging on the thin line...
Pushing me,pulling me...

I felt I was loosing the ground beneath my feet...
I heard the stones falling into the deep...
I opened my eyes and the abyss in front of me terrified me...
I was about to fall.
Pushing me...

But no more!
I turned around and faced my fear...I faced you.
You looked so old and tired...
Holding that thin line and laughing at me...
Seeing my face for the first time...
Pulling me...

I gazed upon your face,with the fire inside of me...
I tore the line you were holding and threw it into the wind...
As you stood there,cold and bittered,I felt the blood flowing down my spine...
But the blood was warm,unlike anything you ever gave me...

And in that moment I realized,I got wings to fly!
They grew in the moment giving me a chance to fly away...
And I did.
I turned away from you and flown over the abyss...
Over to the other side.
Without you pushing me or pulling me...

I landed safe to the other shore of life,
And now I’m watching you standing there on the other side...
You look so small and week...
Your essence is fading...

For a moment I gaze upon the sky...I see our moments...
Momentary eclipses of love and happiness...
And they are looking down on me...
They are smiling at me...
I smile back to them...leaving them to travel back from where they came from...
From the deep of the ocean,from once warm summer nights...
From where the love was being born...
From where the light was being seen...
From the place where WE existed,long ago...
I leave those two happy souls to travel back in time,hoping that they never experience the present.

For a second I look back on you...feeling no anger and no hate...
You are still standing there with your eyes closed,
Pushing me,pulling me...
And I fear the moment when you will open your eyes
And see that I’m not there anymore to be...

My heart will always burn with the same desire...
But I must move on and follow the fire...
There are too many oceans to swim in,
There are too many summer nights waiting to be seen..."