My mother used to say “Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today” I say What can you do today to make the world a better place?
ALETHEIA LIOLAMy mother used to say “Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today” I say What can you do today to make the world a better place?
ALETHEIA LIOLAThe child within; raised voice; fast heart; flinches. Flight response, with an attitude and broken hinges. The child within; tiptoes; eggshells. Heaven; hell. Still, she finds a quiet place, safe and tranquil; dwell.
ALETHEIA LIOLATruth as my armour. My sword as my pen. I’ll do what I will to prevail again. Shining so brightly so they shot me down. Did they not know how hard I would bounce?
ALETHEIA LIOLAI can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.
ALETHEIA LIOLABe aware of the judgments that you and others conjure. The words reflect the inner world; the doctrines that you sponsor.
ALETHEIA LIOLAShe’ll find peace in the solitude, in the depths of the well. The darkness alludes to how far she fell. And perhaps, the view is better from way down afar, It keeps the water still In her reservoir.
ALETHEIA LIOLAEndless consumption will not make you feel whole suffer, stained items are not good for the soul.
ALETHEIA LIOLAMy core; shook and rumbled. My being; awakened, humbled. My psyche; aligned, revives. My flesh; survived and thrives. This moment. The presence. A gift. Breathe. Smile. Be happy. Exist. Exhale. Relax. Surrender. Inspire. Inhale. Trust. Love. Respire.
ALETHEIA LIOLAHe dirtied my name with his dark and muddy lies. The earth he left grew flowers for the butterflies & now I thrive.
ALETHEIA LIOLAPerception is the paintbrush. The reality, the canvas. You are the artist. Create purposefully.
ALETHEIA LIOLAForgiveness for others and yourself too will transform your world into a beautiful view.
ALETHEIA LIOLAWound to wisdom, pain to power. A seed of grief, now time to flower.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI think we all long for someone we can be disgustingly honest with, and for them to love us anyway, and stay.
ALETHEIA LIOLAHow do we trust others when we can’t even trust ourselves?
ALETHEIA LIOLAThe highest love. Highest power. I will let you in. Devour this anguish, I’m harboring, all to you, surrendering.
ALETHEIA LIOLAClutching a burning match, he said “look, and she’ll explode”. Ignored the gas he poured; his match caused my implode.
ALETHEIA LIOLA