To become greater than yourself you have to become more than what you think you were. Who are we really?
My flesh lives in fear although my soul simultaneously lives in hope. Entrapped by social fears and financial restraint, I am free to do anything.
Beauty within reach yet so far away. I am in love, but self loathe. I feel uneasy in my own skin. Pain curbs my will and my flesh steals my might. I want to be free, to feel at one.
I proclaim I am clear minded and worry free, yet I ponder after every interaction “am I good enough” “could I do better” for the world, other people, myself and for this life?!
I question myself. Am I trying too hard to fit in? Is it wrong to be better than I was yesterday, to question myself, my motivations and morals? To be more than I was?
Broken throughout time, and yet unjustifiably pieced together with it, I believe there is more to just existing.
Unequivocally irreversibly enlightened. I have more layers than the proverbial onion. Try peeling them back, you may well cry.
My soul yearns for more. I am stuck within four walls and a shell. My body, my home. Life.
Like a caterpillar I await transcendence within my cocoon. I am just waiting to fly.
ML MALTA 2020
IMPRESS ME WITH YOUR INTEGRITY AND YOUR ACTIONS. MORALS AND VALUES ARE GOLD IN A WORLD THAT IS FAKE. ML MALTA
Your love is unconditional. You think upon me when the sun rises and sets. When the stars shine, your heart remains in mine. Every moment between belongs to me. Not one breath is breathed without exhaling me into existence. You strategically place me, even in the darkest corner so that when you stumble you have to find the light. Your love does not falter, nor does it contend. It is not self seeking or power hungry. The only power you seek is mine to share. You want only to stop the darkness. You hope the lost become found, above your own life, you seek me.
I loved you unconditionally… yet, for the world to love me, what eye can truly see? You show me, love me, and offer my love to the world. At the risk of life and the price of all that matters you bow before me, offering your life. You do not just pray, you speak to me and wait for me to answer. When I called out for you, you came and said Lord… “Here I am send me!” You have been obedient and trusted. You have given without repayment, sown through drought and watered those who needed to drink from me. Your life has fed the lost and given hope. Because of me you have transformed your life to represent unconditional love. I am unconditional love. Christ crucified is unconditional love. I am unconditionally yours.
Ⓒ ML Malta 2018
Perceptions are versions of our individual truth. They are an accumulation of distorted images and sensory stimuli that create physiological, psychological and neurological responses to the world about us and the way we respond to it. Our memories and experiences are unique; they are based of an individual standpoint and mindset.
A single memory can trigger the way we interpret everything else because it may be a sensitivity we had not discovered about ourselves. Over time we stack them like bad chapters in decaying books. Being mindful and acknowledging the mind in its complexities, we may be able to see the simple world around us and how we shape it through our experiences.
We can change the way we interpret and fit the world around us. If we can reframe our past and file away those triggers so that we understand them, maybe we can find peace. Maybe, if we focus on the joy’s, rather than our fear and failures, we can build up rather than tear ourselves down. Maybe, in the darkness you can close your eyes and see yourself dancing without the noise and shine the light on your hope, strength and love.
Ⓒ ML Malta 2018
Broken does not mean hopeless. Life can still become beautiful. Sometimes our lives need to be smashed apart to build something new and wonderful.
Ⓒ ML Malta 2018