Toxic Basement

I’ve been aquatinted To patients instead of Lingering around the Corridor of an Anxiety basement, Leaving that toxic Underground station Vacant is what influenced Progression within My internal nations, That toxic basement Is the past, That underground station Is now filled with cobwebs Amongst the realm of The ancient – Nick F. Hawkins

What We Know Is A Drop And What We Don’t Know Is An Ocean

The impulse for opinion is a fog that hinders us from seeing further than our noses. This self sabotage of pinions project a screen of false narratives of who we are, what we believe, and constructs of what reality is. The infamous words of Isaac Newton, “ What we know is a drop what we […]

Inner Cosmos

None resistant to The universal flow, I let things come and Go along with the wind As it blows, Burning the sage along With my past that I’ve Once occupied in a Cage full of sorrows, Now that I’ve donated My cage of sorrows To the source of my Mental embargo, My soul illuminated A […]

Intuitions

My intuition is a Spiritual whisper, A silent river that Flows through my Inner mental, A home to my pineal Gland to open my Third eye when my Aura freezes and shivers, Living amongst a temperamental Mirror reflecting on my Animalistic figures, Looking back showed me That I am detached from Any egoistic triggers, I’ve […]

Frequency

I love her frequency, Our chemistry is the Epitome of kinetic energy, We posses deep vibrations That can be found in string theory, She’s the string to my guitar and The rocks to my whisky, I’m so drunk in love I can Feel the havoc from my liver to kidneys, I can see myself tipsy […]

Her Sentiments

Her mind is as delicious As her champagne kisses In the midst of the Sun sets visits, When her eyes twinkle Life is simple yet blissful In the presents of Her sentiments, She’s the breeze in the wind And heaven sent, The seasons blend to Her temperament amongst The earths elements – Nick F. Hawkins

A Mind That Is Full Of Conclusion Is A Dead Mind

Our societal nuances plagues our ability to discover the novelt that patiently awaits us. The proficiency in the jobs, chores and hobbies that we occupy creates an habitual safety net, which hinders us from lingering around the mysterious corridors of the unknown. We often protect the image of how we want others to see us […]

Time

Clocks are a universal Treasure, Lost durations lead To intense measures, Time flies like Bird feathers, Seasons change along With this unstable weather, The future is never Promised, yet The now is always honest, Presence is the addiction That I harvest, I shy away from The past as if I Have dementia, The time that […]

The Paradox Of Comfort

The word comfort is rooted from the 13th century by the Old French language which means console or to cheer up. In today’s culture, comfort is known as something to expect yet bad to disperse from. Linking “com” and “fort” combined from its etymological roots; comfort means “together with strength”, or spirit. However “being in […]

The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.

Marcus Aurelius’s quote, “The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts”, became an affirmation for me over the years. After practicing transcendental meditation daily, I’ve become more familiar with the concept that we are what our mind molds us to be. Many religions and philosophical practices share the theme that the mind creates […]