I am weak without you my love.

Letting Go of Inhibitions

When oxygen feels short
When every breathe is like two
The water is here to bubble up
Acting in its own nature and right

It cannot be the same moment as before
This must be accepted
We are not in the same place as before
We are not breathing in the same breathe

A million sparks are held steady in a single hand
A flame causing pain
What is this sensation bubbling so fully
Shedding itself through our actions and words

It is a memory
A thought unfinished
A belief not acted upon
A tear unshed

The world is taking its toll on us
Every second of every day
Flowing through our skin as movements beneath the surface
Whispering a thousand words at once

It can be nowhere except where we are
In the house
In the car
In our dreams

Let it be and be yourself
The passage of the Earth’s message will ring clear
Do not doubt it
It is a message pure and true as the feelings of a lover

To let the world love us is the natural path
An honor and a blessing bestowed upon us
Let it ring a message clear as the sun resting its rays
Look without shame or fear

What we are looking at is death
Shrouded in darkness and mystery
Yet it is the only reason we have to live life
Speak to death, act upon its cold embrace

My ears are ringing loud with this whisper
I will die
I will die
I will die

Death may not be as I would wish it
A thousand pains may fall upon me like a waterfall
The world was not made for comfort and relief
For our souls do not venture anywhere but the valley of darkness

Know it and we may be set free from shame and doubt
Serenity may set it and find its way to your heart
Where the message of death always lies waiting
As a lion in its cave

A cave that we will enter

-Zazzo

This country is illegally censuring its citizens. On social media and otherwise.

I have nothing to say.

I looked around the room and asked. “Does anyone know why we learn?” No one spoke, so I replied. “There is nothing else to do.” – An untold story

I have recently read “The Lady of the Camellias” by Alexandre Dumas. It may perhaps be the greatest story of love I have ever witnessed. It inspired in me more forgiveness than I could ever ask for. Blessings Marguerite Gautier and Armand Duval for all the joy, pain, and understanding.

Life is much too short. Yet, still we must live.

This world is what is made of it. From it?

Waiting.

Is there any room to fly on this planet
Stuck in a box in the corner of my mind
I am not an example, not a leader
Simply struggling with acting in character

And what is that character being referred to
Who is this, kept away, nice and tidy like a uniform
Ready at all times to come out and represent
Unattached and indifferent

Could there exist something worth waiting for
No striving nor seeking
No jousting nor ousting
Only to arrive when the clock has deemed it so

The might of time has set its sights upon us all
It requires and desires
Our attention and respect
Look away and it will snatch the mind

Sitting can be meditation
As well as praying or living
Even waiting
All exists in presence of the one

It will arrive
It will arrive
On time and not when expected
Resting its heavy burden

The hand of time reaches out and finds a medium
It takes control of the body
It lets out one loud cry
And as it moves on, the seer must embrace humility

Allow the moments to come and pass
Only then a decision can be made
Only on hallow ground may a temple be built
Only on solid ground may a tower last

Only in reality may the mind exist
From the past to the future
From the heart to the mind

One step at a time
Stopping to rest as the soul requires

Our hero will find the way

-Zazzo

The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe – Gustave Flaubert