I believe you should question your beliefs. This I believe.

Hold on to what you believe
When it’s too dark to see
Question what you believe
When there’s enough light
To see the things
That are right there
In front of..

Sounds silly to be full of fear
When the topography remains the same
It’s all right there
Only the light changes

-C

There’s a whole world out there

Full of love, sand, wind and green
Full of natural beauty
Placing order on priority

Full of language, impeccable locution and means
Full of broad perspectives
Creating moments of unique retrospective

Full of tickets, exchanges and passage
Full of exploration
Moving minds to great things

There’s a whole world out there

Full of everything
You haven’t seen

-C

Enjoy the unpredictability, and each other

If this pressure is temporary then I will embrace its bad timing
For bad timing never fails to show up, even without reason

In fact, I volunteer to nestle in the arms of the undisclosed
Since when did anyone learn value from the mundane

Not to say, I could go for some ordinary or routine
One of those picturesque and contradicting things

Our earthly pursuits summon an inner tonic I’ve been protecting
For the sake of restoration

I’m done feeling as if I need to heal
Each of us—getting closer to death, day by day

Don’t be brief, pressure; I need you around
Because without your bad timing

I would never wake up

-C

This sun is set to rise

I’m not even close to who I want to be
I’ve come so far from being asleep
From crying against the closet door
And wishing I had so much more

I’ve come so far from sleepwalking
Inching toward any approval in a ripe adolescent reverie
Thinking admiration only came from conformity

Little do they know
Stormy skies make me feel alive
The sound of the earth makes my heart race
Let the tidal wave slam against my face
Let the cold air burn my lungs

Erode me with you
But let me feel you

I’m not even close to who I want to be
But I’ve come so far from being asleep

There is no approval
There is enlightenment
Edification, and self-reliance

Choose to be great, choose to love
Choose not to hate

Take the next step
Whichever upward step it may be

I’m not even close to who I want to be
But I’ve come so far from being asleep

This sun is set to rise
This one, is meant to shine

-C

Photo by Bethan

The surreptitious song

Take my inclination
Ask me about orchestration
I won’t know a thing

If it takes one night to be confused, it’s just one night to speed up the truth
Leading to the unsettled question, will it ever be enough?

Leave the past behind
Just walk away

You know what it feels like
You’ve felt it for so long

You don’t have to be here
Go where you want to go
You’ll hear the morning break

Breathe life into the rest of your time
It’s irreplaceable

No matter what they tell you
Or the spaces they organize you into

They are sleeping
You are awake

Take my inclination
You won’t miss a thing

-C

Photo by Michael A. Nyffeler | Queensland, Australia

I will never rush a sunrise

I can’t keep it inside
It made me feel alive

There were dolphins and butterflies
A hawk and a falcon gliding
Side by side

Mystery fueled our souls
Radiating passion from your eyes
Into mine

Sitting on a foothill
I will never rush a sunrise
I will be patient, I will be kind

The beauty is there to remind me
To no longer withhold trust out of fear
There has always been enough light to see
The world belongs to you and me

I can’t keep it inside
It made me feel alive
I will never rush a sunrise

-C

Feature photo by Michael A. Nyffeler: ‘The first moments of a Nepali sunrise’

To building a foundation

Oh sir, please question the normalcy
As you only see the surface
Which has been drowning your body
Right up to your eyes

Fight with your feet
Fight with your ears
Fight with pride

-C

Nangi, Nepal

All the colors of the mountains fall into my eyes
The sun wraps itself around my western-pressured pride
Allowing me to realize the prospects
Unraveling beneath my cold and dusty feet

The goddess of knowledge looks over the foothills
She knows, these things take time
There is no weatherman here
To tell us maybe when, and maybe where

The lights on the hillside glow at night,
New spots of happiness, stuck in this heart of mine

-C