“Brightest One” Spoken Word Poetry by Nicola An

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“I grew up staring at the stars, not knowing

which one was the brightest until I saw you that

all the stars I look at now are the brightest

because looking at one is also seeing you”

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“Love doesn’t intimidate, it can only motivate ” -Nicola An

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Another lazy morning with me at least trying to be useful under the sun with my parents around, I was doing a small chore and I was standing by the garden when I was viewing the full-blown bloom of sunflowers at a short distance- a chain-link fence between us.
The sunflower plant actually belonged to us but for some reason we cannot identify, we can’t grow it at home the way we wanted and expected. I remembered the brief days it was gracing our garden but rapidly losing its bloom that my mom decided to replant it at the land lot next to ours, it’s an empty lot with vegetation only.
Just like that, the sunflower have come to flourish healthily and beautifully among the other flowering plants. I stared at its bloom today, a glorious spectacle marking the start of my day. However, part of me was aching because it’s thriving better away from home like we can’t make it stay just within our property. I asked my mother if there’s even a chance that we can make it come back and not wilt again. Her answer was far from yes so like a little girl crying over spilled milk, I felt defeated that I was thinking out loud: “So even if it belongs to us, we can’t have it with us?”…
Startled, I heard my father responding to me with at least a positive tone “It’s fine just as long as we can see it from here”. I was totally caught off guard, I can only ponder deeply and arrive at a brighter perspective. I was able to let go, not only of the sunflower but of the thought and emotion that had been challenging me the past days.
I didn’t need to identify the reason it wasn’t growing at home, everything happened to teach me a lesson, to identify the reason in myself.
Sometimes, when we know it full well what’s best for the people we Love, we need to consider the choice of allowing them to be in the place where they can live better and do better.
Perhaps, we have to admit that we don’t have enough YET to be the best for them but letting them go doesn’t mean shutting our eyes as if they don’t exist. “I will make that plant grow well with me in time”- the very glorious sight of those we Love should stand as our inspiration to be better than who we are today.
Love doesn’t intimidate, it can only motivate
-Nicola An

“Healer” A Prose Poetry by Nicola An

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“Healer”

Just when I thought I’ve forgotten the scars I took in my flesh and my shadow from yesteryears, a clean start looks like it is about ready to be tainted. I’m afraid I’ve been so used to getting hurt, I’ve acquired an incurable addiction to heartache

The qualms that deter for it’s clearly presumed that remembrance is time’s gift whether we like it or not, gone does not mean forgotten

As my heart sings again, an echo of its previous songs remains in the background but should this be about what I try to hear again or what I audibly hear at the moment?

The world says you can’t love again unless your heart has completely healed but isn’t loving again the only way to heal a pained love?What if it’s the right person you prayed for, you don’t need to appear all new and sound that maybe only in these moments of living loving you do I get the complete healing I deserve?

Now I understand why I still felt broken no matter how I greatly took care of myself. Like a true love’s kiss made to break a curse, maybe you’re the exact antidote to treat my heart, the healer that Love wanted me to wait for…[hopefully]

-art and words by Nicola An

Floral Alchemy

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[Am I like one of the Cherokee healers in one of my past lives? ]

The other night before sleep, I randomly thought of reading about herbs and did not expect to read something great about uses of flowers particularly blue hydrangeas, the next morning I was surprised when we went to my sister’s house and I saw a bunch of blue hydrangeas! What’s even more special was the fact that I had been having a constant thought of blue flowers.

 

-Nicola An

Aloneness

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Getting on with life through moments and chances, seeing and feeling what is necessary and what is provided, gladly taking in everything that is already there and yet glimpsing at an occasional episode of a disquieting thought like a shrill of warning piercing you inside. By and by, some things make an abrupt landing on your shoulders, one is when you surrender to the realization that what if what you have been greatly mastering leads you to failing, your comfort ccollapsing?


Such is the case for someone who has continuously earned the solitary days. Along the journey of finding bliss in solitude, getting so used to both inner and outer self while allowing the HEART to beat and the SOUL to search, I am bound to fear the confidence of aloneness, that this being all composed and distant where I stand still appreciating the gloom, I might miss what’s waiting for me behind the fog; which part of the world I must tend and nurture because as long as the skies whisper, there is somewhere that asks me to listen.

Life is always so clever teaching that what you highly gain turns out to instigate your pitfall. Maybe I have been too much at healing myself, I have forgotten that to love myself more is to manifest that love where it also belongs

– Nicola An

23rd Year

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Here’s to 2 3 years of borrowing this lifetime-this exhilarating and whimsical school of life. 2 3 years of being lost only to be found. 2 3 years of dreaming illusions before waking up to truth cannot be revoked. 2 3 years of giving and to be given more than what is expected. 2 3 years of being too much of myself and to finally let go and surrender to emptiness grandly liberating. 2 3 years of holding back and now allowing what is necessary to be there. 2 3 years of constantly feeling different yet always easily creating home. 2 3 and many years of loving unconditionally. My dear Universe, earth is beautiful, I am deeply honored, bless all the souls with me here. Happy 23rd birthday to this human I am grateful to take care of very well. My Soul loves me so much, I am infinite!
Only Love Only Light
-Nicola An

First Publishing Anniversary 

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Oh dear Universe and all the loving spirits in the higher dimensions, thank you for A YEAR of “The Universe at Heartbeat”, this is me speaking from my earth self, thank you for allowing me to create this piece. For the times of constant healing whenever I see this book because the journey that made me accomplish this will always be that one special reminder of being grateful to be here and being capable of understanding the balance and magic of existence. Thank you for making it as a bridge for me to connect to people I instantly find warm and welcoming even without meeting them, and for the kind words I randomly receive. I hope to create more and to send the love even to the next lifetime. I am not sure if I’ve spoken enough to deliver the true journey of this book, but hopefully to suffice it all: THE UNIVERSE AT HEARTBEAT is my gratitude to the Light that saved me, it is giving back to what I’ve been given, and from that Light I learned to always see the good and to never run out of something good to give. ­čÖé I wish you a lifetime full of blissful days and a peaceful heart!

Thank you for your existence, if you happen to read this, do something good to yourself now! -Infinitely,

Nicola An