This post is about cleaning ritual of your mind from the toxic and unnecessary thoughts and making space for new healthy ones.
Hope you enjoy reading!!
Curtains of your mind
Once in a while, open the curtains of your mind and free yourself from gibberish grind; snap open the window pane to let some fresh thoughts rain in place of stale stubborn ones covered in dirt, dust and stinking bane.
Once in a while, open the curtains of your mind and let the light flood your sanctum sanctorum to rekindle extinguishing flame of joy in the thoughts flowing in your blood and bathe your mind; scrubbing off the dark, wear the new cloak of photons, bright and kind.
I have tried to write this post from the point of view of women who are victims of placing their trust in the wrong men and how the society would still blame them for everything wrong and let the men just walk around unquestioned. Many may say that this is a biased opinion. Well may be it is, but there is truth in it nevertheless. And yes I am open to opinions.
She entrusted him with a dream; but inside the progressive exterior was a primitive skin, undeveloped, ruthless, leaving her callously to scream; the rose petals tortured, pricked with thorns plucked from the sheen of her very dream. She kept her mouth shut and waited for herself to wither. Why? Because they would say she built a house of cards and dared to call it home. Would someone dare to question the one who lent her a hand in gluing of the cards and sewing of the house, the one he later trampled under his own feet when the world loudly whispered 'defeat' in her ears.
There are times when truths suddenly come across as lies and lies become truths overnight. When the walls of trust crumble and you suddenly realize manipulations were the sole adhesive holding your picture perfect world, you get lost in a labyrinth trying to put truths and lies in separate heaps. Well, this post is just trying to capture that feeling when one feels lost in the world of manipulations.
When lies are served in a silver bowl, captivated by enticing sight, the eyes roll; decorated lies make their way to throbbing heart like sparkling wine gushes down the throat making you momentarily gay. you get high on lies; a warm sensation and a false elation. Meanwhile, the truth is distorted and splattered, then it's wiped off your table with the napkin on your lap which is conveniently disposed of so you can't find it ever again; even after coming out of daze completely stable. and you are lost forever in the maze of truths, lies and manipulations.
the same timestamp, the same place, just a different day; do not these days just one after another simply cascade?
the same searching eyes intrigued by the same skies, looking for something new in the day, which seems to hold the same view as yesterday.
was yester year anything different about the same time of same day? were the patches on the walls of porch then a little lighter? did the sun then shine a little brighter? was the grass of the lawn then better mown? was there shine in the eyes in place of search?
the eyes continue the search; Aha! the sun today sets behind a different patterns of clouds, yesterday it hid itself behind mounds; does the shade of orange today differs a bit from the amber yesterday?
Ah! May be being naive is how you see the newness of each day. Like a child whose imagination runs wild, who is constantly amused with the little offerings of each day and every day.
I just wish to sow a few seeds of my words, not much but just enough so I can nourish them with the water of my tears shed while harvesting the hope amidst the storms and thunder, one word a day in the plantation, so the plants grow into trees consuming light. I just wish to create a beautiful garden, a small forest, where a tired soul could stop by under the shade of words hanging on the trees of hope, to find some inspiration and continue the journey after a brief halt renewed with afresh hope.
I see the mini waterfalls and streams enjoin at some point into a comprehensive flow of a river, flowing with propensity, impetuous to the hurdles thrown on its way, meandering along the unknown, discovering new territories and revelling in the new found perspectives, never leaving its chase to reach the ultimate goal of harmony of ever blissful sea, day by day taking one step ahead to meet the deep blue sea where restlessness of river comes to a halt and it becomes one with the peace. I wonder if i could see my thoughts flow in the realms of visibility from my coming out of the womb to the final step of landing into the tomb; What would I see? How much of an evolution will there be? I would love to see the exact milestones of the flow of my thoughts from my birth to my death and how long is the journey for the flow of my thoughts to reach the ever blissful sea. I wish I could see the flow of my thoughts in the realms of visibility.
Our thoughts are entrapped in the greys, while we keep categorising them in the shades of pitch black and pure white. Neither am I white, nor are you black. Neither am I black, nor are you white. We are all just shades of grey. A little dark, working our way towards a brilliant white light.
Just a reflection or may be you may call it an introspection.
Definitely may be
May be the problem is that we forget to ask the right questions. We ask what do I get but do we not forget to ask what do I give? May be the problem is that we try too hard to make sense. We see the rights but as soon as we see one wrong do we not delve too deep trying to make sense of why and how? May be the problem is that we hide our insecurities behind the veil of hypocrisy. We want to be seen as honest and true but do we not forget to accept our flaws to ourselves atleast? May be the problem is that we forget the difference between trying and refusing to move on. We put in efforts and try but do we not sometimes forget that karma is important than arriving where we want and sometimes it makes sense rather to move on? May be the problem is that we are perpetually hungry. We are hungry for better life, more money, better car, better phone, better career and even better love for that matter, but do we not forget to spare a minute for being grateful enough for all that already is? May be the problem is that we are always looking for validation. We thrive on FB likes, insta likes, these likes, those likes, but does our own sense of righteousness and living in the moment fail to suffice? May be the problem is that we attach too much importance to ourselves. We always see ourselves at the centre stage of our life but should we not sometimes stop and look past us and just reflect? May be! May be there's still a long journey? Definitely may be.
A few words of thanks from my heart to yours... ♡♡♡
Oh how I've delighted In the words that you've said And the kindness you've shown For my work that you've read You've gladdened my heart And you've strengthened my pen By cheering me on Again and again You've shared in my passion For the rhyming of words By reposting my work So my voice would be heard You've left comments of praise That I store in my heart For you render me humbled By admiring my art Please know that I'm grateful For each 'like' and repost And allow me to tell you What moves me the most To me, time is precious It's priceless, you see So I'm truly quite honored That you've spent some with me Now I wish to say thank you For the love you impart Through the kindness you've shown You've all touched my heart. Blessings and gratitude, Carolyn
All words (aside from the pictured quote), come from my heart.
The image was created by me on Quotes Creator, using the words of Friedrich Nietzsche and an image from Pinterest.
THE MEDIUM by Carolyn Glackin The energies are swirling As vibrations fill the air The twitching of my body Tells me spirit's near A shift in my perception A change in voice and tone Brings messages and words That clearly aren't my own The frequencies grow softer As an angel settles in With a high pitched intonation We're ready to begin Vision after vision Color, sight, and sound An endless stream of wisdom That's as arcane as it's profound I feel her departing As the next one takes her place A being made of light Who dwells outside of time and space My voice a grumbling rumble Raw power surges through This one's on a mission And has much work to do Many more thereafter Step in to spread the light These beings made of love Who share with me their sight And I just can't help but wonder And I really do believe That a piece of them stays with me Long after they all leave. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018. Image credited to the rightful owner/artist.
I See You by Carolyn Glackin I envision you Enveloped in Soft shrouds Of the lightest blue With golden light Emitting from your crown And a pink glow Where your heart is found And you are held so gently In heaven's divine grace And within you is such majesty That no one could replace I sense that the angels Are ever at your side They look at you with love And regard you with such pride For throughout all of The heavens and Earth There's just but one like you So I humbly thank you, dear one For all that you are And all that you do. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018. Image credited to the rightful artist.
Kiss Me by Carolyn Glackin Come kiss me my darling Under the light Of a thousand stars As if the night has no end And the whole world is ours There's only the moon to see us And I'm sure that Luna approves For our love is blessed By the heavens And makes all around us swoon So darling, come and kiss me We'll make the world go away In its place shall be a new one Where only we two will remain And we'll fill it with such love Yes, we'll fill it with such light 'Twill be a heaven on earth Where we laugh and love Through the night And the days will be full of joy And all our time will be spent Right here, in each other's arms Just as it was meant So kiss me now my darling For the hour is growing late And I shall not want to miss The paradise that awaits. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018. Image credit: Josephine Wall.
Open, Release, Receive by Carolyn Glackin We can hold onto nothing in this life Not our sorrow, not our anger Not our joy, not our strife Not our failures, or our successes Not our laughter, or our pain Any attempts to hold on Are futile and in vain We can't hold onto gladness Nor our tears We can't hold a single moment And certainly not years We can't hold onto loved ones If we want them to feel free They deserve to be themselves Just as I deserve to be me Love is not a prison It doesn't restrict, nor does it bind So when a love is true It's freedom you will find And perhaps you feel some fear And you're wondering what to do Just let everything go The right ones will stay with you For love cannot be fear based It's not about power or control Your loved ones will remain When they are free to come and go And if ever there should come a time When one chooses to depart I know it's very painful But it's better for your heart Because don't you want Your loved ones there Because they choose to be? If they're there by force The truth is that Neither one of you are free The control that you exert In an attempt to keep them there Has no happy gains, in fact, It fills both hearts with fear With open arms, gently let love in And let it go, if it must go The right one will stay with you And when it's right, you'll know. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017. Art credit: "The Caring Heart" by Meganne Forbes.