She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind … Continue reading
Tag Archives: God
We are ALL Beautiful
We all have rolls when we bend down.
Dear God, I need advice. Can you send me a sign? I need you to put me back on track. Can you do that? Because you answered everything I prayed for; And yet, here I am still wanting more. I … Continue reading
What if life is a game?
The only game we could play.
What if we simply get bored in other dimensions and choose not stay?
What if we come to planet earth to feel, think and love?
Just because it’s fun.
If we could disconnect from the person we’ve become.
Disconnect from the people and things that have hurt us.
Look at life in a different light;
Almost child like.
With out so much grief and strife.
I wonder if then we could learn to enjoy life?
Or is not giving into our dramas and fears too much of a sacrifice?
Is the Human life Significant?
I sit, write, scratch out, erase.
I type, space, backspace, delete.
I wanted to write a deep, meaningful poem about this but it’s not coming to me.
I don’t know.
Like I do but I don’t.
I’d like to believe the highest, most esteemed part of myself thinks it knows the secrets of life and that all the answers reside within the whispers of my soul.
But then this mind of mine that I can never seem to shut off has this little voice in it that’s like:
You don’t really know shit.
5 billion people in this universe believe in a God.
With no proof.
I am one of those people.
Although the realistic side to me does think a supernatural entity does make this cold world warmer.
Believing there is a force out there looking out after all of us is very comforting.
Thinking there is a superhuman being in the sky that loves us unconditionally makes us feel less alone.
I can see how we could dream that up to help us sleep at night.
But maybe we’ve lost touch with the purpose of life.
It seems early civilizations knew there was something more than what is.
Native Americans, Mayans, Aztecs and many other cultures and civilizations believed they were spiritual beings.
Where did this spirituality come from?
Before newspapers and books and movies & TVs.
Before government and religion,
They felt a connection to a divine spirit.
Maybe it resides in us and we are just too busy to connect with it.
This post is kind of all over the place and it’s hard for me to focus because it’s such a broad topic.
Let me stick to the question.
Is the human life significant?
I don’t think this universe was created by accident.
I guess that’s what makes you a believer or not.
Is everything an accident? Is everything just a mere coincidence?
Or is there a purpose behind everything?
I’m one of those that believes everything happens for a reason.
Corny and cliche, i know but true.
There are no coincidences.
No coincidence that we have as much water in our body as the earth does.
Not a coincidence that the air is made up exactly right for us to breathe.
Not a coincidence that our skin heals on its own and that we have as many cells in our body as there are stars in the galaxy.
I just don’t see how those things happened by mistake and not by a divine plan and creator.
Einstein said, “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
You are either a believer or a non believer.
I am a believer.
So to answer the question….
Yes, the human life is significant.
The Human Race.
I am but a human
Living in my humanness
Worried about my gas, my rent and cigarettes.
I am only a human
Living in my human ways
Working 9-5 day after day with no significant change.
I am a simple human
Living amongst the human race
Worried about my weight and the wrinkles on my face.
I am only a human
Existing through my human phase
Who only worries about tomorrow and can’t wait to finish the day.
I am but a mere human who awakens by the buzzing of my alarm clock
Late to work again
Rushing past the strangers on the sidewalk.
I am only a human that throws wrappers out of my window to keep my car clean.
A human who is enslaved to always wanting, always needing and can’t find relief.
A human who’s always reaching, always thinking but cannot simply be.
Just a human with suppressed pain and suffering that cannot be released.
I am but a mere human trapped in my humaneness, yearning for success.
Concerned with what lies ahead but not with the present.
I am only a human who answers when my cell phone rings.
An ordinary human who wishes for the finer things.
Another human, who can’t spare change for the beggar on the street
because my money belongs to me.
A mere human that never has enough time, love or money.
Glued to a laptop and television screen.
I am but a mere human, saving up for plastic surgery.
Just a human with a wine bottle that’s half empty.
Unhappy and unhealthy.
I look into the mirror and a human is what I see.
& I guess I’m doing just fine, although my soul is on its knees.
But I’m just a mere human so I’ll keep living in my human ways, existing in my human phase.
I’m sure this is what God intended when he created the human race.
– Erika Fuego
A Broken Girls Prayer
I don’t know your name, your age, your race or the dimensions of your face.
I’m not sure whether you’re a man, a woman, the wind or energy.
I don’t know if you run as deep as the sea or if you’re as small as a seed.
I’m not sure where you are but I feel you within me.
Because every time the wind blows I feel you caress me.
At night when I feel alone,
I look up at the moon and see light shimmer and I know it’s you.
And sometimes, I can even hear you in my head.
And that’s when I know, God is everything.
Who we are.
Sometimes, I look around this world and see so much beauty that I am overwhelmed. It is shocking and alarming and then peaceful once you know the truth. You entered this realm with nothing to learn but only to remember what you already know. We all did. We are all souls living a human experience. Continue reading
I am Enough.
Can you love me?
Can you make me feel beautiful?
Can you hold me?
Can you cuddle with me?
Can you make me feel worthy, special, wanted and loved?
I want to fall in love.
I want to love & be loved.
blah, blah, blah…