we are cradled in illusion, sleeping within the comfort of the known, but enlightenment asks us to wake and push beyond, to ascend and become immersed in the infinite, to become one. you will not truly escape this world and feel what it is to live, until you free yourself of the ideas of the…

  screenshot this moment drag it into your preferred software edit it as you wish and you are left with a new image but it’s not the authentic image that you are remembering it by this is an entirely new creation created by you a collaboration between reality of one moment outside of you and…

we will ourselves to move our legs we will ourselves to act out of fear then why does fear debilitate our will to love   the correct use of willpower – g.c.  

what do i need to do to make my heart happy? … my heart is not happy when it feels “still” although it is never still there is no awareness of it no recognition of its existence nothing moving it to make me feel just the continuous flow of blood but nothing to stimulate and…

you imitate life like the shadows and forget that you are not the darkness – g.c.

less problem solving, more soul searching

cling onto the night for when day comes you must see and face everything the secrets kept problems created at night it is safe for them to be forgotten our problems tucked safely in our back pockets guide us through the day lost without them incapable of knowing a bright day without  problems for shade…

my heart dances from the slightest resemblance of passion the smallest acts of kindness and littlest notion of love   i have a new rhythm and i feel invincible   – g.c.  

too often i find myself in places where i am not truly wanted i remain silent heart sinking keeping truth bottled up but space to hide is limited ideas far too wide to keep inside so i seek solitude locking myself away i am ironically free   there was once a time where i did not…

my judgment has shapeshifted into wonder and awe hateful ignorant emotions replaced with love, compassion, and empathy i forgave the scrutinized and the scrutiny once due apologies had been graced judgment vanished   forgiveness gave me peace peace gave me love   forgiveness, a remedy – g.c.

  these things thoughts they are some poor soul’s reality just the thought turns your body cold and makes your soul weep you know it is not necessary you know it is because of another who thought they deserved control control over others control over the world as if the universe were their very own…