Let go! Blow it away...

I think of the times i had tiny cotton fluff held between my fingers and let them go. Like slipping them into the air just to watch them drift down softly, to land without a sound, like a soft kiss to the ground.

Everything in this world is like that, like a piece of cotton fluff. People, circumstances, feelings and emotions. Held between fingers, letting go or just blowing it away, every time you hold it, you know you will let go. So watch every thing around you like an outsider, watching the drift of the cotton fluff, on its journey to the floor.

I let go, i watched, i smiled in the knowledge. Happiness is best felt when it is for someone who means the world to you, when they have a reason to be happy and you share in it. Unadulterated joy of knowing what immense happiness is for something that has no impact on you. You just know that someone happy brings you so much joy.

Letting go, is hard. It hurts and screeches and wails, but the wound seals up so soon with the love in the heart. It takes love and courage to let go, to feel that immense state of bliss of watching something go away. Yet your knowing that it was yours and touched you in such a pure way and filled you with a peace so alien, you thought it was a dream.

Some of us journey through life trying to survive and we forget to love and live. The key is in learning to differentiate. From laughter and tears, comes both joy and sorrow. Sift through them and hold on to the smiles, they are worth a lot more tahn you know.

Love is a piece of art that we seldom see and comprehend, all of us have a small piece of this jigsaw of art missing. Some link that is broken or some heartache that lies just beneath the surface. It is natural to feel pain, as natural as it is to love and love heals pain, all of it, slowly and softly, it dwells on in the heart and binds the soul. Blow the pain away, let the sorrow go...

Thoughts to pen, dedicated to another...

The power of isolation compels,
Complete dissociation from another,
An existence of separate individuality,
Cut off and removed from ties,
No hand rises to hurt,
No finger points out to blame,
The power of the soul dwells only within…
You bolt up and guard the insides,
You hold yourself close,
Scared to reveal to the world,
The amazing turmoil of your mind,
The world within watches,
A mere spectator of reality,
Laughing mockingly,
At what seems to be the truth,
A passionate flame burns,
Incessantly within you,
You let it elevate you,
Away from the others…
Not by fear but by choice.
Playing games in your own mind,
In a world that only you desire,
In a world that only you deserve…