Love. Can't Be More Simple.


What is art?

It is love in different forms.

But where?

In every tone, word and color... love appears. If you can feel it, it exists. If you cannot feel it, it still exists.

Why?

Because love is the main part of everything. It is the start of endless life, energy, magic.

How to find it?

Look around you, look into yourself. Love is there and everywhere. Don't close your heart. Be aware of what you truly are.

You are love.

 

GOOD ENOUGH?


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ever since I can remember, I have based my value on marks, on grades, on percentages

on sheets of white paper with black, standardized text, asking standardized questions 

questions that mould intelligence, creativity, individuality of a beautiful child’s mind into a numerical value

a score out of 100

a red-biro fraction in a red-biro circle inked in the top right-hand corner.

that ink seeps into my skin, is etched into my soul; carving out what it means to be liked, to be successful, to be worthy,

worthy of love

worthy of being far, far away from that fear of failure and all that we are told comes with it;

worthy of holidays, of a nice house, of presents at christmas

things us children are told come hand-in-hand with ‘financial security’, with ‘a stable career’

with money

with happiness.

 

but now I am not a child, and I know that this simple equation is not all it seems

although I will never forget that my one ‘B’ grade in an ocean of sparkling ‘A’s’ was in maths

I still can believe my less than satisfactory brain when I think

that this mathematical equation is one that is,

in fact,

incorrect.

a subtracted mark from that all important score

a mark I would agonize over; would question teachers about 

never feeling satisfied

never feeling proud

never feeling quite good enough.

 

and as a girl becomes a woman

it is too easy to fall into into another trap society has set 

placing self-worth on the external 

placing self-worth on our image or on our ‘health’

where in reality as our physical health maybe momentarily increases

our mental health steadily dwindles.

there was a day when i looked into the mirror to see the progress of my teeth growing in 

not the progress of my ‘abs’ as a marker of my ‘fitness’

a day when we were told our ‘bottoms were a seat’ and not a marker of attractiveness

of admiration

of envy

a day when we did not know beauty was linked to an image of a ‘perfect’ female form.

 

the word anxiety creeps its way through an innocent child’s skin

red ink, swirling, into my bloodstream

and settling

deep in my stomach

wrapping one arm around the space that once, I trusted 

a space that so effortlessly nourished and cared for me

and the other arm around my mind

it’s fingers skillfully placing a tint over my eyes

undetectable

making me see life through glasses of fear

of hate

of insecurity 

before closing it’s arms together, in a toxic embrace

forming a link between my worth and what I choose to enter this area of my body

or what I choose not to

creating irrational fears that see-saw from being so obsessed with health

wanting to improve

wanting to be better

to not feeling worthy of the money that nourishment costs

hidden behind the frugality of a loan-dependent student 

to not feeling worthy of nourishment unless, maybe, if following certain rules

because following rules is a perfectly measured recipe that bakes a sugar-free, fat-free cake of success

 

a see-saw between the achievement of being so clean, so pure

and the achievement of being empty and thriving

a see-saw between the fear of never reaching my best self

and the feeling 

of not having one

 

because if even if that red ink writes 100/100 

like it has on occasion for now-trivial past achievements

 

even if i rebuild my outer shell that has shrunken in the laundry

as my self-esteem was washed away with the suds of perceived ’imperfection’

 

even if what i see in the mirror does finally satisfy me, even with a number on the scale that does not inflict worry or concern

 

even if the red ink completes that circle

once again encompassing my worth and compacting it into the top right hand corner of a piece of paper i’ll never see again

 

would I then be freed from this never-ending cycle that society has created?

these expectations, ideals

images

the fears that almost are ingrained into our genetic makeup

 

the circle of the grade

the circle of the percentage

the circle of my stomach

the circles of my eyes

the circulating thoughts in my mind

 

maybe then

I would feel

good enough.

 

 

 

 

 

- Alexandra Murray-Reynolds (@thehippychickpea)

find more at thehippychickpea.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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the leaves tilt to the melodies of the sun

but i'm numb, and blind. 

i can only hear them whisper 

but my soul doesn't speak the same language

so i stand still. in a noisy silence that i want to escape.

it is then, when i am about to run away, that the first flower blooms.

in my black and white mind, hues of pink and blue wake up 

as the first petals start to whine like newborns. 

the blindness becomes shades

the shades become light

and the light caresses my skin as i start to feel 

the life of the flower invade the life within me.

and it is then, when i am about to give in to the beauty of the colours

that the second flower starts to bloom.

and this flower is red.

and this flower is blooming from my heart.

from my soul. 

and it is now, that, alive, i can understand the whispers of the leaves.

they sing beautiful songs to the melodies of the sea.

now that i understand the music, my petals dance a waltz with the sun. 

and let me tell you, 

the world has never been so happy. 

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I feel the reflection of the world on my skin as I  experience places I have never been. 

I feel the heat.

I heard the sounds. 

I see the light.

As the reflection hits me I choose to absorb.

I am becoming the heat.

I am becoming the sounds. 

I am the light.

You are the light. 

We are making up all the things we have an haven't been. We are more than we have been. We will be more than we are.

Constantly growing, evolving, 

we are spreading our wings, our words and our hearts. We are allowing ourselves to be introduced to the world in new and magical ways.

Our bodies say we've never been here before as our souls say

Welcome home.

the war is over / a poem


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i'm breathing in the shadows

and they taste quite hollow

it's a void that captures me

in an infinite loop

of light and darkness.

eternal twins that hold hands

through earthquakes and nightmares.

 

i'm tasting the clouds

and they feel like honey.

a gold that leaves me blind

every time i jump, and start rising.

 

i became friends with every corner of myself

and now i can dance through the misery

and the mystery;

it feels good to wake up to peace.

 

now that the battlefields have been silenced,

the shadows are somewhat less hollow

and the clouds sweeter than ever. 

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In the dead winter night, 

A howl echos through the trees

It peaks your ears

It ruffles your heart 

It stirs your soul

An itch slithers up your body 

Imploring you to run

To unleash your inner wild

To fully embody your true nature

Because when you allow complete acceptance

Your hackles raise

Your tail flicks

And your howl echoes back  

Hidden


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I awoke in a nest, deep in the forest. High above in the sky. It's branches were strong, the nest made of moss, feathers and twigs.

He hid me, so that no eye lay upon me.

He hid me, so that he could have the delight of knowing me first.

Under the shadow of His wings. The air smelled of rain and lavender. Their were birds all around, deep reds and soft blue. Singing songs only the forest knew. 

When the time was right I heard him whisper my name. When i was ready he told me to fly.

Love Yourself and You'll Never Be Lonely


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Loneliness is that secret emotion that everyone feels but nobody talks about.

Loneliness is that demon whispering in your ear that the world is superior to you.

It’s that voice that says, you might as well give up now.

That voice telling you that you aren’t good enough.

Making you feel as if your life is tainted with failure and deficiency.

And why would you seek out attainment when this cold world has convinced you of your inability to be tenacious?

Because this world is wrong and full of it’s own insecurities. And what is better than proving that someone is inaccurate about the harmful thing’s they have said about you?

You’ve got to wake up on Monday morning and decide it’s not as bad as everyone makes it out to be.

You’ve got to stand outside in the cold and resolve your issues with the chilling winter. Appreciate how the icicles glisten off the roofs of the houses or how the untouched snow is like a beautiful white comforter over the earth.

You’ve got to forgive that person who hurt you almost a year ago and realize we’re all on a journey.

Take a whole day to do absolutely nothing, pull out those video games you played with your big brother when you were 7, before innocence was snatched from your puny fingertips.

Wake up at 6 am for no reason just to call your mom before the day has started to tell her you love her.

Most importantly, fall in love with yourself. Take yourself places you’ve never been and get to know yourself. Find the little things that make your heart skip, like the colors of all the trees before they relinquish life before winter, reminding you that all things change.

Tell corny jokes you made up yourself and then learn to laugh at them, even when no one else does.

Some days you won’t be okay, and sometimes you’ll need to cry. That’s okay. You put your favorite sad song on lock yourself in your room and you let the tears fall. But don’t stop loving yourself.

If you get to know yourself, if you climb into your heart and find out all the little things that make it tick, then you can never be lonely. You will have beaten all the torn souls trying to rip you apart, and then it’s all worth it.

Love yourself.

@Kindrainwonderland

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the illusion of perfection


Why do we try so hard to fit in

when our differences create the beauty of diversity around us?

Trying to create a perfect image of our life

we strive to display an illusion through what we share with this world

and forget reality around us.

No problems, no challenges,

pure happiness and bliss.

What if I told you that growth only comes through conquering hardship,

that progress only happens when we step out of our comfort zone?

Our destiny lies behind fear, not perfection.

Finding the beauty in scars, which tell stories, is something we forgot.

We rather learned to look away, to focus on the monotony of idealism.

Life is messy but it's this messiness that contains a beauty, hard to find anywhere else.

Stop pretending your life is perfect when actually it's imperfection makes it special.

We all experience its ups and downs and that's the beauty of it.

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the whisper


The whisper

In the stillness of my soul

I find you

You are there

Quietly whispering to my heart

Unfolding the mysteries of life

 

There´s not one thing you don´t know

Not one thing you don´t understand

Everything I desire lies in the depth of your spirit

Revealed through the guidance of your voice

All I need to is listen

 

That´s the art

Focusing on the things hidden

For us to be found

Things that seem unimportant

but contain the secret of life

You´ll only discover

when you take your eyes of the storm

And ganze into His

 

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The Power of Vulnerability


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there’s so much power

in being our true, authentic self

in being raw, being real

in being vulnerable

 

we get and give the chance

to recognize ourselves in each other

in our struggles

in our weirdness

that we always thought

to be alone with

 

because we built facades 

we pretend to have it figured out

we pretend to be okay

we don’t show weakness

we don’t show too much sensitivity

we don’t show who we are

afraid to be too different

and somehow not right

 

there’s so much power

in being our true, authentic self

in being raw, being real

in being vulnerable

 

we recognize ourselves in each other

in our humanness

in our spirit

realizing we are all one

 

so let us take off our masks

reveal our raw beauty 

admit that we don’t have it figured out

show that we are not always okay

embrace every aspect of our being

and through that create a safe space

for someone else to do the same

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Her dress was deep green and soft,  

Matching the color of her heart.

Her feet were bare,

gently connecting to the earth.

 

She was coming out of hiding and every person who looked into her eyes could tell she spent time alone.

Alone with herself, the winter wind and the barren trees.

She had learned the sound of her breath and fell in love with life.

For the first time she saw herself for who she was.

And this was her magic, her gift to the world. 

 

 

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Uniqueness given but too insecure to discover it.

You are inferior, they said. Alone. Not enough.

My tries to adjust failed bitterly, my opinions tossed by winds and waves.

The illusion of earning my affection through meeting others expectations crushed me.

The voices became louder.

Pulling back from my outer world, trying to create a perfect one in my mind, didn't work.

All I felt was a crazy mess in my inside, growing bigger while my attempts to fight my way out of it failed.

All of it changed with a small whisper.

And as soon as I started listening, it became louder.

Louder than all the other voices. Louder than my own insecurities. With a mighty roar it silenced my storm.

One word and it was done.

Then gently and loving, it began to tell me who I really was, who I really am.

Loved.

Accepted.

Beautiful.

Art.

Uniquely created to represent the One who created me.

My thoughts began to untangle, my heart to heal. Slowly discovering the world inside of me through the eyes of the Artist.

My true self is what I found.

My true self is what I find.

The start of a lifelong journey.

I fell in love with it.

He has started and we will continue.

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Is your heart clogged?

Filled to the brim with emotions

Past moments from 5 minutes, 5 months, 5 years ago that still haunt you 

Sitting in your heart unable to be released from their prison

Resurfacing at any moment begging to be set free

But instead you dive into the memory reliving every emotion felt

Escaping the present to relish in the past 

Without realizing that you are also trapped 

Caged in an endless cycle of old emotions dominating your present self

To be free of this cycle, you must forgive

Every past moment shackled to your heart is begging for your forgiveness 

You must find the courage to grant it 

Acknowledge, forgive, let go 

 

With the new moon on the horizon, the waning crescent provides us a time to renew our souls to prepare for the next moon phase. We must dive inward to discover and examine any blocks, fears, or worries that are in our hearts in order to free ourselves. By illuminating our blockages, we allow our souls to cleanse themselves freeing us to completely embody our true selves. 

When a painful memory resurfaces, you must not engage with it rather sit above actively acknowledging it simultaneously visualizing the memory leaving your body. The moment it begins to exit your heart forgive yourself and the people or things associated with the memory. Forgiveness will not only ensure a complete exit, but also a weight off your soul.

In meditation, you should focus on these painful blockages bringing them to the surface of your psyche. As they emerge, you must (again) forgive those involved and imagine a blinding light consuming the memories releasing them from your soul. 

We must always actively acknowledge, forgive, and let go to ensure a clog-free heart. 

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A soft whisper slowly traces its way through your body

Tickling your soul as it quietly urges you to be still

To flow with the energies around you 

To drink in your surroundings

To cherish this time of stillness 

Because it is in stillness when you connect to your soul and the souls of others 

It is in stillness when your senses explode absorbing every molecule 

It is in stillness when you can transcend beyond yourself to just scrape the edge of nirvana 

Before the stillness ends bringing your world crashing down 

While leaving just a bit of magic behind 

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The universe called her name at night.

Silent whispers barely to be heard.

Emerging to a humming lullaby

of words that had been unheard.

Singing promises about the infinity.

Something so unknown,

yet familiar.

 

A place for lucid daydreams,

softly flowing by compassion and light.

A place for endless guidance of love,

where the walls of fear and doubt crumble down

and dissolve to a withering echo.

 

This place,

it is within you.

Just listen and surrender to it.

As living beneath the stars

is really all there is needed.

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 I often feel a strong desire to set free, to run off, to explore the unfamiliar realm of tranquility. 

 

I find myself helplessly cemented to the ground, only able to reach my arms out a short distance. 

 

That urge to liberate fills my soul, bringing chills to my surface that dance around my spine. 

 

The sensation of a word on the tip of my tongue screaming to be ripped off. 

 

I’ve been sitting in the far back becoming familiar with the dampness that surrounds me. 

 

Beginning to grow new life on the stagnant surface. Shades begin white that soon darken with every layer that forms.

 

 I’ve grown to love the view, while naive curiosity filled my mind. 

 

I reached my hands out and saw between my fingers broken pieces of the world in the far distance.

 

Drawing me in with it’s hypnotic beauty. I feel the colossal world hovering over me as it tickles my skin with it’s eyes. 

 

Viewing me as one with the ground. Cradled by the cocoon that consumes me. 

 

Impatient with the duration that it takes my robust wings to break through the indestructible home that surrounds me. 

 

The sun cues the same routine, while the moon brings me to this life I dream of.

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Intuition | Poem | Aliya Evans


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Intuition poem

Aliya Evans | 1/4/18




She hid behind the shadows of others

knowing exactly where to find

the vitamin she was lacking all along.



Her sunshine

Her happiness

Her vitamin d.



Something so crucial

Yet it was taken for granted

In the hands of comfort.



She resisted change

in exchange for

stability.



Was it the fear of the unknown?

or

the comfort of stability.



Either way

the result left her stagnant

and her happiness spiraled downward

into a deep abyss.



It was only until one day she decided to step into

the mysteries and wonders of sunlight.

That day she returned home on a high note

feeling better than ever.



If you knew exactly where to find your sunlight

why hide behind shadows for so long?



You will only live your best life

by following your intuition

and trusting your heart because

the things we desire most

are waiting for us


just on the other side of fear…

- ARE

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Oneness


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Above dreamy clouds
and with watery eyes,
my heart longed to be grounded
by your life pouring existence.

When I opened my eyes, 
I was immersed in your immensity, 
gazing at the never ending horizon, 
where the ocean meets the sky, 
and the universe collapses into oneness.

Tears poured and rolled down my cheeks,
as you held me tight.
My heart was happy,
My soul was warm.
I was home.

@carinafirkowski

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