Presence

1
Lucid Being – Ash D. Solomon

I hope it’s in me to show. And may it not be seen as arrogance.

It is a joy to meet someone with clued-in confidence or have an appearance of understanding. The bonus is to see their demeanor coupled with an in-depth genuineness about the portrayal of who they are. These characteristics of being in the world are what I aspire to emulate. Individuals with presence don’t need to take anything away from those that surround them. They are complete in their existence. 

To possess presence is to have the gift of inspiration. These encounters give us a tool to grow internally, just the same as life experiences can be our teachers. To do and be better, correct past mistakes to ensure they don’t happen again and guide us to a more secure reaction to future events, this is growth.

When people recognize this kind of presence, it’s a comfort and with it, are fluently engaged. Someone with the power to inspire, immersing themselves in higher ideals for all, imparting information, and sharing it willingly – this quality of presence does so unfailingly for the betterment of others. 

I hope it’s in me to show. 

It’s In You

11921694_10206534132626259_2114527711243426340_n
a-lise.deviantart.com

 

Only you can grant yourself strength.
Dig deep to show the world
you are the epitome of personal power.

Change your history.
Glorify your present
by overcoming your past.

Give your future
the best of you.
Watch how you rise.

Inspired by BrewNSpew Cafe – Epitome – 1/28/19 

 

 

 

Truth

Untitled
Sidney Erthal

It’s the place underneath the obvious.
I wanna go deep.

Time to overcome this unease.
I wanna be still.

To excise the superficial, project the truth.
I wanna be real.

To let the music carry me on its wings.
I wanna feel free.

Reveal the tenderness and compassion buried in my pain.
I wanna be me…

I wanna to be happy.

 

Lessons

Untitled

Life doing its unintentional thing can hurt. 
I weep, pull myself up and move on.

People’s forced recklessness do harm.
I weep inconsolably,
going deeper into my shell.
Feelings amplified in this echo chamber.
Can’t hear the external anymore.
I hide for a while,

working everything out inside.
And I emerge.

Lessons
I’ve had more than a few.

Hesitating

6412222445_b10aeec0fc_z
Brooke Shaden

Cravenly holding on when both should be letting go.

It will get better.

Struggling, wishing for the scenarios of rosier times.

Hoping it gets better.

Reality churns out a present of mediocre.

It’s not getting better.

Feeling panic and sadness, a demise is imminent.

It must get better!

Fade to black…

Now, I’ll get better.