I miss being Known.

I am Unknown.

Whom I once was has been known by some.

I once was known and loved for who and what I am.

But the person I am today has grown in the dark unknown.


One knows me.

But One only.

And me.


It brings relief to live in the shadows.

But at one point you miss the light.


I was known once.

I miss those days.


But I wouldn't go back.

There's a whole new me.

Awaiting my own discovery.



Still...

I miss being Known.

I am Unknown.

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

Something Known is something owned.

Something owned is a responsibility.

To know nothing is freedom.

To understand is to accept.

To accept all shares Freedom.

Everything unfolds perfectly as it flows through Time and Space until it is possessed.

Own nothing to be the River and flow until your final growth.

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life. --Derek Walcott

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

Anonymity is a gift .

You are neither influenced nor do you influence others .

You are free to be yourself in the truest sense.

Do not curse such a gift but embrace it.

Love the ones who remain close and loyal to you .

Love the Creator .

Nothing else matters .

originally posted by: BrotherKinsMan
I am Unknown.

Whom I once was has been known by some.

I once was known and loved for who and what I am.

But the person I am today has grown in the dark unknown.


One knows me.

But One only.

And me.


It brings relief to live in the shadows.

But at one point you miss the light.


I was known once.

I miss those days.


But I wouldn't go back.

There's a whole new me.

Awaiting my own discovery.



Still...

I miss being Known.

I am Unknown.

Being known is just not putting yourself out there, it is putting your soul out there.

Wanna go deeper than ATS?

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

Unknown... is it really you?

a reply to: BrotherKinsMan

Being alone hurts the known as to know alone shakes the sky. S/F