Poetry & burning Thoughts
Nature, Love, Emotions, Insights, Transformation
You can neither touch me
nor hold me forever.
I come and go, you wonder why...
Sometimes I decide to stay longer
and watch you cry.
You push me away and scream in despair, but I don’t care.
Hide and seek we will play forever.
Until you finally understand, that only by sitting next to me,
I will be able to leave. (part 1)
Become my friend and you will
realise my emptiness
Never had I any ground
beneath my feet.
Watch me with kind eyes.
I long for your tender touch.
So I may burst and dissolve like an air bubble in the empty sky... (part 2)
Breathing in.
Breathing out.
Skin dropping like candle wax.
Hard rock crumbles.
Fire melting the painful sword.
Clouds of sadness turn to mellow water.
Soft like silk, floating seamlessly.
My face, a silent lake.
A mask dissolving.
I don’t know.
There is no need to know it.
Finding the beauty in unknown.
Because I can never know.
There is no control of the entanglement.
Trust in whatever is there.
It’s ok not to know why.
Because there is knowing
in not-knowing.
I found it.
This place.
Where everything is possible.
It was always there.
Right inside me.
I only lost the connection.
Every time I create space in my mind,
I feel the entanglement is dissolving.
I’m escaping the grip of thoughts.
Breathe into the moment and watch.
I see what is there, let it be painful
beautiful, precious.
Expanding into the unknown.
Until I see myself.
Are you in love with him?
Or did you fall for the image in your mind?
With the feeling when he looks at you?
The fear he’s removing?
A reassurance of your worth?
To be seen?
But do you see him?
What is left, removing all your shadows?
Unconditional awareness of what is.
A space where he can fly by your side.
Or walk away.
In love.
I love the reflection of our world,
in the sea like a mirror.
Painting my body with clouds,
trees and mountains.
Covered and carried by the floating silver blanket.
Melting into the world,
the world is in me.
How can I not be the wind?
Rousing the mirror image into endless possibilities.
Who knows what’s real?
But the reflection of myself in the trees...
Not silence, but seeing the
imperfect non-reality
of your mind, is the key to freedom.
There is no way out because
the road only turns inside.
Detaching from the thoughts’ spiderweb.
Observing chaos, embracing fear
and knowing truth beyond.
If only everyone knew and would see.
The complexity of each mind.
Carried pain. Buried fears.
Hidden insecurities.
Untold grief. Restless anxiety.
A longing for love.
Deep need for compassion.
We would understand, that we are all the same beauty,
that makes beauty beautiful.
You are shining!
By watching the war inside,
it turned into light.
No more fighting mind-made
giants and stories of fear.
Theres a light inside.
The more you know it,
the more you will shine.
Meditation is like a gift box.
Undoing the ribbon of mind.
Cardboard ego cutting open.
Unwrapping layers of emotions.
Glued together by restless thoughts.
Until you find your
present in awareness.
The greatest gift to yourself: Your Self
My life is a colorful river.
Slowly streaming from
one second to the next.
Blending into an eternal now.
My river loves the wind,
stirring up the water.
Because change is happening
in every moment.
Who am I to resist it’s flow?
My ride on the current feels fast,
slow, timeless.
Because I embrace the stream,
trust the current.
I don’t want to know the way
we take to the vast ocean.
All those years
A mask
Hiding, pretending
I can’t hide from my soul
It knows the truth
Listening and dancing
Until the mask can fall
To the earth
And stay. no - disappear
I don’t need a mask
My true nature is beautiful
You see?
Time is an illusion.
A daydream story.
When you realize the untouchable, omnipresent impermanence.
It’s like loosing your footing.
Falling into the rabbit hole.
Clouds parting, revealing the sky.
You rise into the limitless.
Merge with nature.
Everything embraced in one moment.
But not in time.
I don’t want you to fill the
hollow in my chest.
I will nourish this garden by myself.
Planting the seeds,
seeing the flowers blossom.
Witnessing weeds spreading
and nature’s decay.
Restlessly, joyfully taking care,
so I can grow.
Until the void starts filling up
and rivers flow.
It’s enough, I always was enough.
Visit me in this lush wildflower
garden in summertimes...
You are welcome to share my poems but please don't forget the credit: Christiane Eitle (Journey Inside Meditation)