Everything Means Nothing

Everything Means Nothing

GypsyGlitterSoul

In a society that places so much emphasis on keeping busy and having more, it can be almost impossible to see the gift of less. Less stuff. Less doing. Less words. Less worries. It wasn’t until I came abroad, until I removed myself from my own self-inflicted rat race, that I began to appreciate a peace of mind that flourishes within rest and relaxation. And just as my yoga practice began to evolve from a sweaty, powerful workout into a delicate, introspective journey – so did every other aspect of my life. I stopped wishing for the weekend and trudging through life with the sole purpose of checking things off my imaginary to do list. I softened where I used to harden, reflected where I would once react, and stopped allowing life to move through me while I remained completely absent from the whole experience. The truth is, the…

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Big Eyes

Big eyes,

I’ve drowned in your pools. 

Naive little me,

I could not escape the shallow little thoughts. 

Your beauty too much of an allure,

Wisked me away to the centre of the storm. 

You were never to be tamed,

You were to be admired – your depths explored. 

You’ve taken all from me,

Please, just wash me ashore.