To listen to the fear hiding beneath peace ,
Seek it through the silence of the prey ,
To witness the move that holds breath ,
Is to Keep up with the pace of the predator ,
And To stand firm on your grounds , witnessing such a moment,
One must quietly gaze it with the image of its own reflection.
So what is it going to be
Either the fury of our illusion or the choice of recognizing the essence of our existence,
It will always come to this, no matter what,
Even the most innocent ones cannot escape the gratitude of their existence,
That comes with the tag of survival,
And out of us all , not even one is allowed to escape out of it .
Lust is life ,
It entices you when you ignore it ,
And provokes you more when you give into it ,
So how do we balance it ,
By shaming tactic that society approaches in the form of oppression, courtesy of female culture,
Or allow it to be expressed and intake freely between the 2 genders in the manner of cuddling among strangers ,
Based on first sight of affection on the roots of sensual grounds ,
Males are the extension of females lust ,
And there is no other way around it , shaming man’s lust is equal to shaming your own existence.
It’s not the beauty that gillters all alone,
Its also the betrayal that shines beneath it .
When you are so obsessed with yourself,
You miss the most important thing that matters the most ,
The human touch,
Upon which our whole existence is based upon ,
That keeps revolving around us ,
Patiently waiting for us to wake upto it ,
To feel that intense connection,
The energy which we will always seek ,
Such missed connections are being missed by us deliberately on every day of our lives ,
And if by chance we do find it , we either take it for granted or let it go ,
Than we look back upon it ,
And see how much we had missed ,
Was it all worth it ,
To let it all pass by ,
Just like that ,
Or is it worth it ,
To let it all pass by now ,
In the current moment ,
And To understand this ,
We need to value the existence of ourselves and every single thing around ,
Even the ones , that we cannot see it ,
Coz , It is all what we have ,
It is all what we are .
Going into unchartered territories does not makes you go unbalance,
It only shows you that how much you lack the balance itself by just avoiding it .
Males are direct and straight forward ,
Women on the other are always indirect ,
Why ,
Coz they love to shit test guys ,
That is , If he can actually take their drama and play along or will fall out ,
And that’s a test that mostly guys pass ,
Since they struggle with concept of masculinity in today’s day and age ,
For those ( males ) who fail the stupid test and lack materialism on top of it
Are most likely going to end up alone,
Perhaps more often in the strip clubs,
Where some touch of passion can be felt as long as their pocket stays warm ,
After that it’s a long and lonely road that never ends .
The energy that emits through the combination of a soul and its physical body is known as Aura,
Aura reflects the essence of Karma that revolves around oneself ,
If you feel peaceful around the presence of a being whether human or an entity it is the rippling effect of their Aura ( their constant struggles to seek peace from within and around),
That says, what your are feeling in their presence is what you seek as well .
Man’s are like mountains ,
Full of burning passion , like a volcano, that does not know how to settle down,
If they decide to stand firm, they are unshakeable ,
Women is like an ocean ,
Deep and dark in harmony,
Subtle in sparkling Crystal’s ,
If they decide to take over , they are unstoppable , and irresistible,
Their charm and persistence can break and flip the direction of anything ,
One can only stand firm in front of them only and only to reflect,
But taking over the ocean is not going to happen
Yes , Mountains are higher,
But the ocean is deep ,
It can swallow and devour anything that exist on the planet,
Than what’s the purpose for the existence of anything else ,
Everything simply exist to reflect the ocean for it to seek its balance from within .
When people question ,
Does the creator exist,
It’s like the art is asking ( or questioning it’s own existense )
Does the artist exist,
It only happens when the art is self dwelled in itself that it forgot it’s own meaning and purpose of existence ,
Who does that and what kind of thought is it , more so as to why it is ,
Or is it a even a thought at all ,
And if it is than one should never stop seeking,
If any doubt of such a journey does even exist ,
Than try changing anything,
Just anything at all ,
Like change the form of the air ,
Try changing how we breathe ,
Try to change the existense of a small leaf ,
Create an insect,
We humans as art cannot even change a single thing nor the course ,
Neither its pattern or its creation,
All we do is replicate,
Than how can even shamefully deny the existense of the Artist itself ,
Who even gave us the expression of freewill and allowed us to even question it’s own existense ,
Besides who can grace us with such abundant of unconditional love
If not the Artist itself .
Unconditional karma 