The contradictions

Part 1

Advising others without heeding to my own advice.

Seeing the truth in front of my eyes and ignoring it or having a really hard time accepting it.

But also:

Progressing each day

Starting new, long lasting routines

Succeeding, not seeing it, then initiating a habit of celebrating my wins

But the trick to living life

Is not to open up our eyes too much

But nor to sleepwalk

Not to be outside of the house too much

But not staying at home at all

The trick is not to know what the trick is

There are too many tricks stop playing with shticks

Stop walking blindfolded

Stop blaming yourself

Stop hurting yourself, Maya

You ARE doing well

Right?

What is it that keeps us blinded to our own success?

Like we have achieved nothing

But we have gained the whole world

Without realizing

What is it that make us live life with bated breathe?

To live life

Without looking at the cups

Life gives us

Empty, ready to be filled

Empty, life to be fulfilled

Are you empty?

Are we empty?

Yeah, we are -

-No we aren’t —

But

Part 2

When will I let go?

One day I woke with a completely

Free mind

I was free of the shackles of my mind

But kinda confused

I have nightmares

Weird nightmares

And utter worlds my mind creates when I’m asleep

What can we learn from our dreams?

That life is sacred

That we aren’t here to miss it

That life is filled with archetypes,

Secret meanings,

Depth

If only will we get a grovel

And dig

Beneath the ground

Where

What

When

Where do you expect to live if not on earth?

What do you want from your life?

When will you stop being messi?

Chaotic?

Is love what we’re supposed to yearn for

If love is only part of the story

Is money what we’re supposed to crave

If it’s an endless greed

Unable to be fulfilled?

Hunger for life

Desire to trust

How can I, how can we, after all of these years?

How can’t we?

What choice do we have?

To live life unsettled,

Waiting for the water to settle?

To return to be a child once again?

Life is contradictory,

Paradoxical,

So what?

Do we need to turn off the flame

Of our hearts?

To quiet our needs,

Suppress our truths?

Or live unapologetically,

Undeniably alive,

Unembarrassingly us -

Until the expiration date of our lives?

Breathe,

Breathe,

Breathe,

Deep,

Deep,

Deep,

Bleak,

Bleak,

Bleak -

Or is it?

Why do we have to survive,

Why can’t we live our lives?

Part 3

Sometimes I scatter my energies

To so many terrains

I’m here

I’m there

I’m everywhere —

And I’m nowhere.

Whatever tragedies

Small or big

Lives beneath our skins

And in front of our beating hearts

We can’t turn away from them

When we bleed, we bleed

When we’re filled we’re greed, that’s what it is

But when we release, we release —

Open up our hearts and minds

To the silent hummin’

Desperately magical

Frequency of the world

Unsettled by our problems

And us refusing to overcome them -

We realize that we were

Are you

And will be loved

All along the way,

Each and every one of us,

No matter the race,

Gender

Or religion,

Or whatever it is that we think that separates us,

No matter the differences between us -

We are loved,

That’s the one eternal truth -

We are loved,

And we are safe,

Inside our bones.

And that’s the truth,

That we knew (and forgot)

All along.