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4: Vulnerable

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Vulnerable

To allow myself to open up
To finally show what is hidden
To express what really moves me
How come it is so scary?

Yet the prospect of having to live
With all the pain locked inside
Emotional blockades ruining me
Can only lead to depression

So the urgency is very clear
I have to allow myself to open up
Fear of rejection and failure
Will surely be my guide for some time

Yet many have walked this path before
Teaching that in being vulnerable
Seeing the others are no other than we
We can share our most precious gifts

From this moment onwards
I let the free heart speak
With its shaky unstable voice
Stepping into an unknown world

Cause the world needs me to be
Vulnerable opening all senses
To the suffering and pain
Of the world in which we live

Instead of looking away again
I feel that this time i can stay
Let life run through my veins
As the heart cries out its song of hurt


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Self Image

Self image
The illusion of having to pretend
An empty shell held up high
Protecting itself at all cost
Ever fearing the unknown
Keeping the self locked in
Distrusting everything outside itself
Confusing narcissism with loyalty
Ferociously attacking everything
Crossing its imaginary lines

Yet praised by oh so many
Image held in the highest regard
Un-knowingly supporting the ego
Finding like-minded in its defense
Constituting lies to support prison walls
Forever fleeing from the truth
Obscuring its mirage existence
A puppet theatre full of masks
Pretending to be the true self

Seeing through the darkness
Recognizing the light within
Let the mind play with content
No need to hold on to anything
The veil is no longer obstructing
Self image mirroring the self
There is no real separation
It is all just a vague reflection
Of who we really are


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The Game

What’ll happen if we’d stop looking the other way

But instead realize this isn’t our game to play

There’s nothing that needs to be done

For there’s nothing new under the sun

 

The game of power, the game of fear

The game of attention to make us hear

The game to make us believe in lies

The game to bind us with invisible ties

 

What if it only exists in our minds

That which attaches, that which binds

Uncertain of its own natural ground

Needing to fill silence with continuous sound

 

Realize that all you are reading

Is written by an ego which is bleeding

For it has discovered itself to be an illusion

And now finds itself trapped in delusion

 

Yet down deep there is an inner Knowing

That which makes the wind blowing

That which shines in the stars day and night

That which is never out of sight

 

This inner Knowing wants me to see

That this Knowing is no other than me

And for once in my life i am glad

That I am not apart from All-That-Is that

 

as posted on a blog of a friend of mine @ http://rnull.wordpress.com

The Trickster

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The TricksterText icon

Oblivious of the prison walls
Insecure and alone
Haunting visions visit
Deep darkness awaits

Thoughts trouble the mind
Floating by continiously
Demanding attention
Absorbing the energy

Sound reaches crescendo
Strange words reach out
Dark clouds cover the land
Full of endless sorrow

The Trickster tricked

Light shines within
A tiny spark holds the key
Doors of perceptions await
Guiding the mystical future

Knowledge from ancient sources
Pathway to higher realms
Inner wisdom revelation
Shades cast away

Truth unfolds itself

Hope arises in the heart
Trusting in letting go
Love offers peace
Creating new existence

repost from http://rnull.wordpress.com