To that Place of Truth & Vulnerability in our hearts, Where you don’t need to borrow others thoughts

It’s only by our hearts that we reach a place of solace within

Where we open that lil door of vulnerability & let the world enter into our lives.

Where we’re okay to share that broken part within, Where colours of life faded & fragrance that once swindled through our very breath, Now lay buried in the paper creases & folds of wilted flowers

We so often are quick to borrow someone else’s lifetimes of teachings & thoughts to project it out in the world as our own. We post them as experiences bore from the labels of being wise, Yet seldom, have we let life rob us from those very colours that bloomed flowers through pains & fires that burnt it’s edges, as a burnt siena value of life.

“Why do we need to steal someone’s pain & their lessons to project unto this world, as Music born from our souls?”

I’ve seen life simply snatching & taking all that, That made me smile. I’ve seen it rob my colours & through that pain, Love alone stood by my side- as Coco!

To all those who need to live up to a label in this world of Instagram & Facebook, wanting to be seen wiser & a need to be acknowledged, I simply state-

Let the Truth be born from your very own scars.

For without being churned how can milk transform into butter?

When life shall snatch all that you thought was yours, You shall open all doors of being vulnerable & human, of being Truthful to thy very core.

Wisdom is A Kiss that God Locks upon the soul, Who’s bore the weight of this Pain!

Let God kiss you first, deeming you to be worthy enough to endure a life, Where Nothing shall go your way.

Let that pain, bring you to your knees & bear a prayer to God from your lips,

Then in solitude of that pain, God shall himself embrace you as his!

And in that spontaneity, He shall pour into your empty heart, His words, His wisdom, His teachings!

My Soul Friend’s, The day, Life shall take it all sweeping the ground beneath your feet,

Than that Pain shall open thy heart to Gods kiss.

Till then don’t simply copy paste, snatch, borrow, others pain experiences as yours in the garb to be seen;

“First be ready to be Nothing”,

For God can only mould you & whisper his songs of wisdom unto your soul,

When you’ll no longer need to project an image to be heard & seen

But when he shall strip you down of all the labels, to become his child; Then he alone shall till that soil, after uprooting all that you collected as “identities” of this world

And then from the truth of your tears, he shall bloom flowers & let them spring & fade & let that wisdom be fodder not just for your Soul,

But speak words born from a purity within that’s Gods place

First be ready to be His Nothing, to be churned & let life steal all that you’ve held tightly

Then you shall not Need to steal, borrow, modify others teachings, words & their scars, as yours,

stating- “How wise Life has made you grow!”

When pain didn’t even touch a single strand of your hair, Whilst it uprooted everything down to the roots for that soul

Being Wise too is just a label, if your mind in Gods heart has not melted.

He Gives, He Inspires, He Writes, He Thinks, But only when you are His Nothing!

©️Meghna/2023

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