The Comfortzone, Stepping out.

Sometimes, a person will start feeling that they are missing something – a sort of emptiness.
Missing love goes even deeper.
Much will happen in this emptiness, so remain open.
Going astray is good.
There is nothing wrong in it, unless you cannot commit.
Yet everybody must feel their own way.
Harness the overwhelming passions of the heart,
fill and feel the need for natural, deep solitude.
I bring the upward positive spirit of a bird,
with wings of dreams in an infinite sky –
the spirits have me in vital echo,
the spirits have me chanting force.
Everything is expanding, there are no limits to growth.
Only the repressed and the fearful inhibit themselves.
Take, Eat, This is my body.

The impulse to begin again…
led me to lose my mind,
to come to my senses.

Love is not something we make, or do, but something we are.

Life is magic from womb to tomb,

hang in there buddy, we’re almost home.
– wordage by Taran


My prime of youth is but a frost of cares;
My feast of joy is but a field of tares;
And all my good is but vain hope of gain;
The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun;
And now I live, and now my life is done!

The spring is past, and yet it hath not sprung;
The fruit is dead, and yet the leaves are green;
My youth is gone, and yet I am but young;
I saw the world, and yet I was not seen;
My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun;
And now I live, and now my life is done!

I sought my death, and found it in my womb;
I looked for life, and saw it was a shade;
I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb;
And now I die, and now I am but made;
The glass is full, and now my glass is run;
And now I live, and now my life is done! – Chidiock Tichborne.