Tag: mind

  • The Unique And Infinite Shadow Of My Mind

    The Unique And Infinite Shadow Of My Mind

    The unique and infinite shadow of my mind
    Whilst the beauty is flowing in my dreams
    Someday I loved every single thing in each season
    Of which, like this, in this moment.
    For a while, my thoughts have lost all beauty
    As are still one more time so lovely to the beholder
    I love so much to be happy with beautiful visions
    As ideas and words are always to be heard
    Love,
    It might be only a delightful and phantasmagorical
    Nothing can go through my mind before night
    Every day is a picture of the love for my life
    And at first, every metamorphosis should be discovered in a marvel
    At the edges of time
    In the Universe, every tremendous conquest is a journey bound to eternity
    A year becomes a month, a month a day and a day an hour

    The unique and infinite shadow of my mind
    Feeling the utopia while nightmares resurface
    Where I become my own muse with magical powers
    To transform my life, my soul and my endless visions
    Every night I surrender to the tides of oblivion and silence
    Everything is in deep slumber because the storm cannot appear
    Trying to build a mere idea that cannot be found
    Daring to live pretending that everything is love
    When wishes would embrace being born in an idyllic world
    In a manifestation of life and death
    Once all the hopes disappear in an obscene dismal
    Some lives after existence resurface in an eternal bliss
    Lasting forever
    For love only grasp some hearts
    Every free thought enjoys only a limited dash

    The unique and infinite shadow of my mind is nature
    I see the wonder and the worlds in the firmament
    Being the Universe an outstanding creation made of beauty and mystery,
    darkness and light, endless unknown and limited knowledge
    An ancient mystery without days and nights
    My heart discovered poetry in my dreams
    Loving, day by day
    The facade had faded, and names I knew became obscure
    A noteworthy moment in life
    When dates are removed from the time
    And just the shadows are heard, and the day evolves into death
    The time departed from life
    A newly created fantasy left the mind without delight
    Fighting the loss and death
    Although everything became written
    Not a single certitude is destined to return
    And it lies in the profundity of despair and thoughtlessness
    The blades of my thoughts cut my soul into pieces
    And bleeding, I stand helpless.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Waves Of Darkness

    The Waves Of Darkness

    The waves of darkness
    Crash against the shore
    As I stand here all alone
    The wind whispers in my ears
    And I feel like I’m forsaken
    The sea is vast and wide
    But I’m not frightened to dive
    Into the depths of my soul
    Where the mysteries unfold
    The sun sets on the horizon
    And the stars fail to light up the sky
    Which is an abyss of decrepit wrecks
    Made of anguish and oblivion
    I have never been created as a dream
    The silence has no fear
    In the sky above, all the worlds spin round
    The waves of darkness flow
    To the land where there’s no light
    An empty place to reach.
    This is how one’s dreams begin.
    With hope and delight
    The waves of darkness
    Are silent;
    And I see
    That world has no end.
    I know
    My mind is the sky
    But
    Its essence is a river.
    Nothing ever is the same
    Darkness is like a fire
    The night has gone with my dreams
    And the light runs out,
    Like thunder lingering on the shore
    And darkness is everywhere
    This dream of mine is quiescent.
    Life is considerably hasty and bitter
    There is nothing left to last,
    All those unknown memories have flown for this day
    Like a flood that overwhelms and destroys the universe.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Fleeting mind, where are you flying? To the hills of restlessness, or to the dales of calm? To the depths of the oceans hitherto unexplored? Calm thyself, my greatest friend, or may I call you my most formidable foe, in times of unbridled emotional cataclysm?

    A focused mind is a calm mind, a mind which generates great power, enough to set the turbines of the hydroelectric plants into motion, a mind which brings forth the innumerable discoveries which bless mankind.
    Calm thee my friend, like a Zen master, a single ripple sending forth bursts of a sudden thought, to be eclipsed to oblivion by the calm mind.
    Restless mind, focus on your breath, the deep inspiration and expiration, till you become one with the breath; the state of mind called ‘Satori’, where time and tide stand still; the hours pass by into the fathomless deep void.
    The mind, the great tool possessed by humanity, you are not meant to be wasted on the millions of unwanted thoughts that wade through you, the quality of which, either makes life a beautiful paradise, or the abominable Hades akin to Dante’s Hell. Why my friend, my great mind do you send people into the depths of despair, the uncontrolled negative repetitive thoughts creating hitherto unheard of terms like ‘Depression’, ‘Anxiety’, and ‘Suicide’? Restless mind, when you accept things for what they are, instead of trying to change the world to suit your liking, would you not embrace peace?
    Mind like a volcano, why do you not accept the uniqueness of every human being, how would the world look like, if clad in similar colours, with nothing to break the drab monotony. Mind like water, you go with the flow, creating paths where none exist, filling the vacuum which exists, accepting the beauty of every present moment, the beauty in unevenness, and the unevenness in every beautiful form. My mind, when you see reality for what it is, rather than project your hopes and aspirations into the present, do you not distort the nature of reality and the nature of your progress? Mind, when you calm yourself, all thoughts fade away; you bear no angst towards anyone, and neither do the worries of the past nor the fears of the future torment you. You release everything, till there is nothing left to be released; you and the body you occupy then become one. This state of mind achieved by years of meditative practice is what they refer to as enlightenment, where you do not seek approval from others, and do not have to prove anything to anyone; a state where everything becomes effortless, there is no more struggle or strain, just the calm realisation of ones’ self.
    A mind truly without fear, is a mind without expectation or ego, where you cherish every moment for what it is, enjoy every activity for what it is, immerse yourself fully in the task at the moment-what the modern-day Psychologists call the ‘Zone’, … where hours seem like minutes, and time just fades away without much ado… and you remain in the ‘Divine Now.’

  • The Agonies Of Minds

    The Agonies Of Minds

    The Agonies Of Minds

    The agonies of minds
    A desert of souls
    A dagger is breaking memories
    A flame melts endless dreams
    A struggle surrenders silent thoughts
    A devoted promise hesitates perpetually
    A hidden chain is nevermore holding shadows
    An imaginary touch stole emptiness in the unsteady nights
    An immaculate whisper radiates a bright glimmer
    An endless struggle falls into a vibrant dream
    A dreary nightmare flees to an unknown desire
    The mist devours every dazzling marvel
    A wavering murk veils the time
    A surreal world surrenders to the annihilation
    Whilst seeking hidden desires
    Spoils of a radiant instant
    An imaginary cloud encloses every unrevealed secret
    Seeking the distorted images beyond the emptiness
    Which is shrouded in the dazzle of untouched ideas.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Darkness Is My Kingdom

    The Darkness Is My Kingdom

    The Darkness Is My Kingdom

    the darkness is my kingdom
    I lost my voice and my wisdom
    nevermore I will be the same
    madness is the only reasonable way to survive
    oblivion is what I need
    to find peace
    no reasons
    whatever floats in my dreams
    it is totally nonsense
    my mind became ashamed of the mirror of my soul
    abashed and confused.
    Elizabeth Esther Racah

  • Nothing Left To Say

    Nothing Left To Say

    Nothing Left To Say

    nothing left to say
    only disappointment and astonishment
    people go seeking the trends
    people are afraid of the truth
    money moves everything
    and fame buys souls
    society loves hallucinations
    keeping opinions in silence
    shaming the truth
    revealing the mendacity
    they will erase your memories to make room f
    or new ones
    like in Nineteen Eighty-Four
    what is real
    our perceptions sometimes can be disillusions
    talking too much is dangerous
    you don’t have to think
    they will think for you
    buying your mind
    In the end, it is not essential to understand
    living a liveness life is fine and cool
    you don’t need education
    you don’t need books
    in this shallow society, the less you know, the more you trust
    in this superficial society, the less you think, the more you are reckless
    shallow blindness will lead humanity to the abyss.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • My Silent Love

    My Silent Love

    My Silent Love

    My silent love is shining like a star
    I love with all my heart
    Even though
    Sometimes the silence hides the tumultuous ardour of my love

    I love flowers
    Sometimes life is full of wonders
    My dreams keep me up all night
    I love to love

    It is in the darkness of the night that I dream
    As soon as the torment pierces my heart
    I lose control of my mind and my body


    I cannot stop myself
    My body is flooded with euphoria
    I am overwhelmed with bliss and ecstasy.

    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The struggle is part of my life
    As well as my desire to love and be loved
    My poetry is the reflection of my soul
    I am too shy to exist
    And I might be obsessed with passionate love
    My feelings are always intense
    Like a deep crimson rose garden
    Flowers could be one of my obsessions
    My ardent desire pierces my soul
    Shattering it into pieces
    I would love to be a bright star in the obscurity of the night
    I would love to be a sublime orchid lost in a lush tropical garden
    I never stop to wonder about life
    Dreaming is the breathing of my soul
    I have infinite love inside my heart
    Passions overwhelm my mind
    Sighs and tears would return every night
    Lying awake in my bed and closing my eyes
    All kind of fantasies would seize my mind.
    Esther Racah

  • My Nightmares Are My Dreams

    My Nightmares Are My Dreams

    My Nightmares Are My Dreams

    Inesorabili le tenebre mi avvolgono in una nube oscura
    I miei incubi sono i miei sogni
    Il rumore sommesso della notte
    Quando il vento accarezza soavemente i fiori del mio giardino dei sogni
    Il dolore è il mio dolce supplizio che soavemente penetra la mia anima
    Il mio corpo diviene un’entità puramente metafisica
    I miei sensi prendono il sopravvento e dominano la mia mente
    Finché mi abbandono ad un senso di estasi
    E mi sento parte della sublimità della natura.

    Inexorable darkness envelops me in a dark cloud
    My nightmares are my dreams
    The subdued noise of the night
    When the wind gently caresses the flowers of my dream garden
    Pain is my sweet torture that softly penetrates my soul
    My body becomes a purely metaphysical entity
    My senses take over and dominate my mind
    Until I surrender to a sense of ecstasy
    And I feel part of the sublimity of nature.
    Esther Racah

  • She Is Lost In Her Mind

    She Is Lost In Her Mind

    She Is Lost In Her Mind

    She is lost in her mind
    She might be weird, but she couldn’t be otherwise
    And sometimes she would pass days hiding under a sea of blankets
    Every mirror of her house would be covered with drapes
    Being too afraid to see her reflections
    Avoiding being seen in the streets
    She was concealing her face with her long locks
    Nobody would know her voice because of her silence
    She was dreaming every single day, living in her own imaginary world
    Sometimes overthinker and melancholic
    And sometimes too much aware of her own anguish
    She doesn’t belong to the society she lives in
    It is like she was born on another planet
    And all the humans around her, far and near
    They were just aliens to her
    Her dreams were, are and always will be her pleasures
    Because she always has been made of stars.
    Esther Racah

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