Rumi spoke of love divine, in words flowing as streams clear and cool in the mountains. If he had heard your voice, the cadence and song of your everyday speech he would have wept hearing the love divine from an angel on earth.
You pretend to be happy hiding among your lies. I am really pained reeling in the truth.
You use lies to make yourself feel better. I use truth to make people actually better, Even if it hurts myself.
I’m not kind. But I am real. And loving. And loyal. And true. What are you?
Things that hide in the dark Are terrified of the truth, Fear the light from above, Even when they are loved.
Here is a hit Of dopamine. A complement To make you Feel good. A smile. Attention. A kind word, An ear, and gifts. Whatever you want, Whatever you need to feel good, to ignore the voids in your heart. Some external validation Some gratification More adoration Without cessation I give you passion So you don’t […]
Paper burns. Stone breaks. But the soul Abides.
Try. Fly.
I would give anything on Earth To help you heal. Anything material Physical For you already have My heart and soul.
Changing someone is nearly impossible, especially when they don’t want to change. If they are in a comfortable situation they will stay there, even if it leads to their ultimate destruction.