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The Truth about Love

Close your eyes

if your heart so desires,

the surrounding forest

does not disappear.

The trees stand tall.

The grass still grows lush.

Animals make a home

and the birds a nest.

If I close my eyes,

the forest remains;

it lives.

As does this forest of love

I keep hidden

within the parts of me,

where light has no reason to travel.

It grows still, for the ways of nature,

life and the sun,

though easily perceived,

are seldom accepted.

©️Romancing Life


The Lilac Sky

‘The Lilac Sky’

I seek the path that

takes me through

the lilac sky

framed in rose coloured glass,

to the road beyond

the limits of the eternal sun.

I seek the universe within you,

that something, which

you seek in me;

the light catching fire

in your eyes

and the dance of a smile

on my lips.

©️Romancing Life


Who is the sea and who am I,

I do not know.

I just know how to flow like the waves,

to and fro.

I flow without question,

I flow without hinderance.

I am destruction.

I am absolution.

I am the cradle of life.

I am a cemetery.

The giver of life

and home to death.

I am. I am. I am

I am beyond thought.

Where comprehension ends,

I begin.

©️ Romancing Life

Foolishness Knows No End


Have you ever heard of the Dunning-Kruger Effect? For those of you who haven’t, “The Dunning–Kruger effect is a cognitive bias in which unskilled people make poor decisions and reach erroneous conclusions, but their incompetence denies them the metacognitive ability to recognize their mistakes.”*

While familiar with the basics of the concept, I was never so intimately introduced to it as I was in the past couple of days. I am someone who by default runs on intuition; I tend to make decisions based entirely on strong hunches and feelings. I have spent all my life under the illusion, “I feel…,” therefore it must be right. I say things without thinking them through. “I am right”, I say, “being wrong isn’t even an option” and so it has been all my life until of course life finally decided to show me the mirror. In the past couple of days, a long string of conversations, a couple of forwarded articles have all lead to a single conclusion.

I have been a fake. A pretender. An ignorant fool. I thought I knew all there was to know because I felt it. It has to take someone wholly simple, someone utterly unaware of the basic universal principles to make claims of such kind and have the nerve to boast about them. I must thank my stars for Lady Luck has been kind to me, and so far I have not had to pay for my erroneous ways.

Socrates once famously said, “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” I am a fool, I realize. A fool for whom there is yet hope for the universe is never ending source of knowledge. Some of it is within my reach, so I will endeavour to scratch the surface but there is only so much I can grasp in the short time I have been granted on this Earth. Though, I am no where near wise, never have been, but now, this I have no shame in admitting, “I know nothing.”

© Romancing Life, 2018

*Source: “Why People Fail to Recognize Their Own Incompetence” from Current Directions in Psychological Science

What is beauty?

There is beauty in this world that is more than what the eyes can perceive. This beauty is as natural as nature, as apparent as instinct, and rare, much like common sense. This beauty is of and beyond this world. To understand it, you have to let go any preconceived notions you have and wipe your memory clean. Forget what you know of beauty, to understand and feel that, which cannot be seen.

©️ Romancing Life

Should Have. Could Have

Artwork: @sandra.cumplido (Instagram)

I should have talked to you. Your soft smiles were an indication enough, I should have stopped you, but you were always so immersed in your ways. Shy glances and sweet sighs. So many confessions twirled on your tongue, like sweet hard candy, melting before I could ever hear their crunch. Every once in while you would smile, let the secrets reflect in your eyes. And, I would forget. Forget your pensive stares. To remember what was in front of me. A mirage, that was all you. You and a semblance of me. A shadow that bore our names. Us. Together. In a different lifetime. In an alternate reality. But this, I cannot forget; we are here, in the now, in this place. In this actuality, you don’t talk and I don’t hear. We don’t speak and you are not near. I live with regret, for the things I didn’t do, the words I didn’t let escape in submission to my fears. Perhaps, it is too late. Time is too far gone to say, I should have stopped you. I should have talked to you.

© Romancing Life, 2018