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

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LOVE POEMS GIVEAWAY BY NICOLA AN- DOWNLOAD POEMS FOR FREE!

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Hello gods and goddesses of Love! As I promised to my adamant heart, I am sharing a FREE DOWNLOAD of selected pages from “The Universe at Heartbeat” entitled “Love in Light” as a pre-Valentine’s day giveaway, I couldn’t find any better way to celebrate it with you. Hopefully I can touch hearts. TO DOWNLOAD: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B6a6XD07J2hWQnNwTXdsNlIxekk/view . You are also free to share it to your loved ones and friends if you wish to!!! Or if you want to give it as a simple gift to someone special!!! Believe in Love, thank you and stay inspired!

Infinitely,
Nicola An

Watch “”Brightest One” -Spoken Word Poetry by NICOLA AN” on YouTube, link below:

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“Brightest One”-Spoken Word Poetry by Nicola An 

KINDLY READ:Happy to finally have this output before we jump another year,I’ve always wanted to do this but to record properly had been rigorous. Since I fortunately made it at this time,let this be my gratitude for this year 2016, that this #book stepped out of the shadows to share the light of love. Thank you,thank you,thank you to my followers,likers,random readers, friends,supporters,families,inspirations for giving me the courage. In all honesty, I know this is just a small start but you all bless me with optimism and faith to do what’s relentlessly shaping my heart and soul. Looking forward to sharing what the universe has in store with you all. Thank you,thank you,thank you beautiful existence! I sure do love every one of you 😘🌌 -Infinitely, Nicola An

12:21

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Who was I but a clumsy child in love, tripping and falling down on the ground, watering the poor grass with tears made of defeat and hopelessness. Days and nights were both a total blackout when I used to stare at the sky and the moon and the stars had a torturous sight of melancholy that made all my smiles unreachable.

I always thought that the greatest love was to feel and endure it for someone who didn’t have the clue about it, that waiting for years was the best to remain in pain, I never ever saw that there was something more powerful. All those desperate days of looking at a distant horizon was not just a dream of a far away destiny but a searching for the beyond.

How beautiful, how supernal it is to suddenly find yourself by seeing someone you didn’t realize you’re looking for but felt a sense of coming back to where you just left and what you’ve forgotten all this time. Like your eyes laid on such view of existence and you can hear your voice in your head asking “where did I last see you?”, it’s as if there’s just a brief interval before you met that person once again. 

You even wonder why the hell they’re pulling your inside and you told yourself “if only we knew each other but maybe we should really know each other”, at a single moment of something you vaguely identify is stirring up and you cannot quite settle down with the present reality that you’re not together, that there is a brewing madness in you oddly resenting your separation and differences- you know the face before you even learn the name. 

It’s when you catch a butterfly scene and you want to chase it until it flies back to you because it’s supposed to happen even if it is a new type of a butterfly in the meadow you had not seen before, then in a tiny blink it seems to be the one you’ve always had the pleasure of watching albeit hardly remembering when.

I’ve always construed that love was just a troubling and confusing condition of the heart, the enormous palpitations, and now it’s all clear and wide-open to me that it’s the soul’s journey of returning home, taking back what was lost many lives ago.

To be too broken was to be vulnerable so you could be receptive and resilient enough when the right path knocks on your door no matter how frightening the circumstances will be because even what’s right will have flaws and drawbacks.

They say you cannoy love someone when you do not love yourself but sometimes you just instantly and finally find that someone whose existence grandly inspires you to love yourself more than you ever did before even if they aren’t doing anything-an effortless pouring of grace.

One day, the sun shines brighter, being brand new and full of life. You may wonder and ponder until you rely on the possibility that LOVE truly is a mysterious phenomenon you simply accept and be your infinite faith.

This is just the beginning…
-Nicola An 

Divine Timing

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The dark in you,
a LIGHT to wake in me;
Down on your knees, weakening,
a POWER lifts me within
I neither follow nor chase
the INFINITE wheel,
my life and yours are concentric
through the shift and span of time
I rise and fall with you,
don’t run far with closed EYES
I keep you SAFE on the other side
and know that the whole UNIVERSE holds you for it has my HEART
Somewhere between the fear and the doubt,where POSSIBILITY meets UNCONDITIONAL LOVE,
let my flesh shelter your bones

So I wait here still for our STARS to converge,
as our SOULS were born to merge
-Infinitely, Nicola An

The Universe at Heartbeat

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08/04/2016
One morning you just woke up to the face of your dream.
I honestly wanted to run this race a little longer thinking it still wasn’t the time yet but I realized maybe the running wasn’t to further but to escape. I know I have learned to fit the positive version of myself, I worked the best that I can on my life to gain it but there comes a time still when I become quite a pain on my own neck when I fail to fully grasp when there is something given to me to celebrate and later ache for having that constant feeling of being stuck at the bottom. Last night (Wednesday) was a gift of heaven to have an exclusive time just talking to my best(soul)friend sharing this news that I have received the copy, and I had to confess how hard it was to look for that spark in me to feel the right emotion, I was having blues I couldn’t understand, that’s when I was told that I’ve been indulging fears, said I always don’t give it all out reason why I don’t have it all in return. I had it once, when a great dream was standing right in front of me, it’s like I just gave a brief glimpse and walked away as if I didn’t struggle alone to reach it. Oh God as human, I am still in the process, and I am willing to restore confidence so HERE I AM, RAW AND BRAVE to give you the key and get inside my universe. The door is yours. I won’t miss another day of my life pretending it’s still okay not to bring you light and even if there might be a source of negativity around taking advantage of my vulnerability, I have to remind myself I am alive because I choose to follow my heart. Also, a dream is more worth the fight if it isn’t just the self in it but the Love you witness that you wish to speak to everybody’s heart to grant God’s incredible work of miracles and magic. I am not an aspiring praised writer here but just a mere child of the universe with infinite hopes to be an instrument of truth and love, and a soul wishing to FIND that RIGHT PLACE to send a message of gratitude.
It’s almost a year since I sat in one corner imagining to make this a reality : “The Universe at Heartbeat” by yours truly, Nicola An Poetry Book: “The Universe at Heartbeat” by Nicola An

PS:August is definitely my month. I admire my parents so much.