Intent on the Dream

  Longing for freedom but grasping illusions – the usual faces placate my confusions – growing nauseous from the constant delirium of trauma that follows from how I run to more drama, and so I keep knocking on those doors of my past in search of a joy that was not there before, disregarding I …

From Darkness to Light Day 1 by Sanaa Rizvi

I Woke and Felt the Fell of Dark by Sanaa Rizvi of A Dash of Sunny   In the words of T.S Eliot; “I said to my soul, be still, and wait … so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” That is precisely how I stumbled into the light from a long path …

For the Children

How do we fight when words are not enough and decency is not a universal imperative, just something to divide those who can get things done from those who are outdated, when the idea of God is dead to most, and the idea of being good for good’s sake is not a philosophy remembered? – …

Rage Against the Machine Day 23 by Sreejit Poole

The Trauma Lives for Years       Written for Rage Against the Machine Month.  If you’d like to be a part of the challenge, find more information Here.   Featured image via http://www.wallpaperscraft.com    

Time Flies Back Like the Wind

Time flies like the wind, that’s what is written in the books. I think he who wrote these words is not alive anymore, otherwise he should take a look back at it. I will tell you why. Here in Syria, a glance at the near future makes me think my daughter and my younger sister …

Restless Spirit

I’ve locked my restless spirit within the cage of my commitment – like a sentinel it paces, watching the world unfold beyond it’s reach – to be more than the minion of my desires’ every whim, – never seeking to be taught, never bothering to teach – counting them up one by one, let only …

And to the World I Say

With eyes wide open and a mind clear of doubts, to the world I say no… ok, well, just a veggie burger and fries to go with a movie tonight so that I can fantasize about a life through their eyes, and let my dreams as I sleep be cozy and sweet, but when I …

On Living and Dying Day 17 by litebeing

All Is Not What It Seems by litebeing of litebeing chronicles Death is not my thing. I clearly remember being about 7 years old lying in bed instead of sleeping. I decided that we shall live to be 100 years old. I subtracted 7 from 100 to conclude I only had 93 years to live. …

On Living and Dying Day 7 by Emily Dickinson

I heard a fly buzz when I died By Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) I heard a fly buzz when I died. The stillness in the room Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes around had wrung them dry, And breaths were gathering firm For that last onset when the …

Somethings Got to Give

By Katie Morris of Warrior Girl Yoga It was around Thanksgiving in November of 2014 that my “breaking point” crept up on me silently and swiftly. Basically, something just wasn’t right. I was feeling ill and spreading myself too thin. My job as the co-owner of a water propelled Jetpack company, Jetpack America, had lost …