journey

I Always Catch Up

I kick my can,
But I always catch up.

I pick up my can,
I empty it and I kick my can,
But I always catch up.

I pick up my can,
I fill it and I kick my can,
But I always catch up.

I kick my can into tomorrow,
But I always catch up today.

I kick my can, it’s dented now,
But I always catch up, somehow.

I kick my can in endless loops,
But I always catch up, in swoops.

I kick my can, my legs grow weary,
But I always catch up, theory and query.

I kick my can towards the stars,
But I always catch up, near and far.

I kick my can through seasons’ change,
But I always catch up, time’s range.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Just Wandering

Have you ever felt
As if you are standing
In your own space
With your hands open
And every person you encounter
Tattoos you,
Writes on you
With permanent ink
Before moving on?

The marks glow
With a stained-glass-like luster;
They form an intricately
Beautiful pattern
Made out of memories
And accidental encounters.
Some run very deep;
Others just scratch the surface;
Nevertheless each one
Does stay
In its own way
However, faint it might be.

Would you want to look at yourself?
Can you see yourself beneath these marks?

In the looking glass,
There’s a kaleidoscope of reflections
Looking back at me
A live screen
On which countless stories appear.
But beneath all these;
I feel a heartbeat pounding constantly,
A central self-crying out
For recognition…

I feel as if I am losing myself
Within these entwining paths
A life’s true maze.
Which scars deserve
Our appreciation
And which ones should be forgotten?
It could be that this decision
Symbolizes the very essence
Of the soul.

Just
Wandering.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
I Visit

I visit
A domain within me;
Just mind,
No walls or doors.
Painted by time and
Emotion are landscapes of memory.

I visit,
I visit always,
Every reason but none in particular.
Sometimes I go to cry.
Tears on fields of regret fall
Watering seeds of ‘what-ifs’
that never seem to bloom,‌
But always present to visit

I visit.
A roundabout of the mind
I turn and turn around
Different horses but the same journey
I start and finish in the same place

I visit.
Sometimes I visit stars
Of missed chances to make my wishes
Sometimes I visit to thank
Ghosts of days gone by

I visit.
This familiar cage,
Which will never let me go.
I carry this place around
Even there on bright days are its shadows.

I visit
Here as a captain and crewman,
Difficult journey through stormy thoughts,
However much I try to find a way back home
But am caught up by drifting currents.

I visit
When I’m lost
In the maze of the present tense.
Sometimes I visit
Hoping yesterday will soon
Become today.

Repeating the same thing
But expecting different outcomes
It is a memory of visiting
I often do.

I visit.
I always visit.
For in visiting, I am,
Both lost and found again.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Already, Always

You are already
Who you are,
Who you wish to be.

The path you seek
Is beneath your feet.
The summit you chase
Beats within your chest.

The acorn doesn’t doubt
The oak in its heart.
The caterpillar doesn’t fear
Its butterfly wings.

You are already
Who you are,
Who you wish to be.

Your journey is
to uncover and embrace.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.

journey

I Always Catch Up

Just Wandering

I Visit

Already, Always