“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

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“Sink or Float” Poem

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I always love taught by the ocean
However,I question the longevity
For this isn’t as deep as the
current that helped me propel when
life at its worst fell
As my heart then learns what
choice to keep
” to sink or to float?”
.
He may be as fancy as a brand
new glistening boat
Such sight in thought reminds me
of the BALMY breeze and WARMTH
for free
I’ve been feeding my own depth
selfishly to drown for another
selflessly
This, a point of resolve to stay
on the surface, my body in
EFFORTLESSLY ways
Floating and fairly breathing
Because now I’d rather look
at LOVE in the most precious
grinning SUN up above –

IMG_20180922_181154_694 art & poem by 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

Souls at Home

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They’re meant to be each other’s home for only when together they can  stand side by side with all that restores and spreads the light to watch over the world and make it as majestic and wondrous as it was before the hands of the Universe did the craft, before time was numbered, before space gave birth to distance. But Love being the quintessence of existence, untouchable and beyond the limits and appraisal of the human’s eyes, it extensively unfolds to bring two Souls no matter how apart their entities on earth are. Love and Light will certainly come to them for that is what they’re made of. Eventually, there will be returning to the Source. That is how they are each other’s home.

 -Infinitely,

Nicola An
Only Love Only Light

FULL “Flower” MOON

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Wednesday #poetry, back for this month’s #FULLMOON: “Flower Moon”

Oh Watcher of our Souls

fumbling for the Light,

May your bloom rescue

this blighted and sore heart

hiding in the night

Teach me more and better

ways to trust and decipher

the complexities and

travesties in the Universe

Help my Faith in these wished

things to Grow even without

my eyes to witness and my

hands to control

Guide my thoughts,my emotions

and my Spirit in the chasm

breathing with the shadows

underneath the earth

as I wait for my season to

completely flourish,

to wake up to the sight of

the Meadow I’ve been dreaming

and painting on the stars
Infinitely,

Nicola An art & poetry

Catharsis Diary #1 by Nicola An

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Done last Saturday, very much grateful for the gift of art when I am getting a bit off of my words, I admit sometimes I run away from writing,also I do need to embrace what I missed in the past years of my life but this time art should go with my heart and spirit. I do need to catch up on this passion I quite “abandoned” due to a little lapse in myself, more inspired now especially when you’ve got a whole world inside of you you hardly can explain. Might just be moving forward with my art now while I get on with my spiritual journey.
PS: I have noticed that drawing a mandala does some kind of a trance that will leave you feel renewed afterwards.

-Nicola An

International Women’s Day

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#internationalwomensday

Woman, the #Universe bows before you; you are clothed with light, a body etched with luminaries-every scar, ever blemish,every deformity, every damage for a true queen isn’t a skin-deep perfection but a spiritual masterpiece best rising through recognized flaws.

Most of all, you are a warrior, do not plead the world on weak knees, let it lean against your armor, and tell yourself henceforth that you are capable of anything in life for you are the ultimate vessel of life!

-Infinitely,

Nicola An