risa story

life is fun.. make mistake and admit that.. fall in love and be a fool again.. flirting to remind me ; do my pilates and eat no meat.. get a success and forget that.. listen to annoying one and respon with a fake smile to make myself look disgusting.. tell my stories and dance! delete and TYPE new one delete and make fun of myself..

Rumi please sit down and tell me about my path.. i am not brave enough.. why me? please look at me.. i need reasons, please answer me, any logical thoughts to calm me down because my heart is torturing me. it is hurt fiercely. is it my fault, mistaken to feel..? this is pushing me into my edge of innocent, making me stubbornly in doubts.. please.. (no answer).. in silence.. until wind is kind enough to send me this..welcoming your life again..and be brave “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing  and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there.

this feeling is too strong.. weaken me.. create my wings.. take me forcefully to see me.. who am i.. how could i say something when i know nothing.. love is looking at me..waiting to tell another secrets.

Need to get out from my big ego self.. Destruct and reconstruct my logical mind.. Dont believe my assumptions.. Acknowledge my ignorance and sins.. Dare enough telling others I know more.. I am in amazement..who am I?

For years I had tried my best to shut down.. Keep putting spaces between words. Shut my eyes and fuss meanly to my ears not to listen. I was afraid of details.. They could highlighting boldly.. Blinded and yet honest. Prefer to see up to clouds and sky. Ask my feet to fly. But you make me.. To detaily - talk about love.. See us and not ignoring our moments.. And your arms keep me from flying. I need love and us.

walking through time, places.. listening patiently.. who i am without heart and eagerness to listen

i don't like words...they can't tell you honestly the love and my feelings.. the fears..of being far and not have you in my arms.. my experiences and my humanity.. your experiences and my wings. how could we have names and have these.. “Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.”  ―  Rumi ,  Masnavi i Man'avi, the spiritual couplets of Maula