Elise Icten Quotes

Once upon a time, there was a world. It had three types of people in it. Those who walked a path of fear. Those who walked a path of faith and those who were lost. There were two realities; one that was visible to the senses and the other visible to the soul. Those on a path of fear, would see all things worldly. Those on a path of faith would feel the beauty. Those who were lost were incapable of neither seeing or feeling.

The sky was grey, the colour of predictability like a bland dish with no salt.

Give love as love wants to be given and you will see love's many returns.

The function of time was to take everything away. The only thing time could not interfere with was the indelible mark I indented in it. Like blowing a hole into nothingness, a depth only felt by me.

Grief colours you like a beautiful sunset colours the sky.

Let love decide.

He continued to look into my eyes, a lot was being said but not in words.

And so in this reality, everything came unseen but perfectly felt. Here, everything shared possessed intensity. The vibrancy of energy moved from one good deed to another. Here one was bigger than his circumstances and here every interaction was multiplied. Here there was no work as every undertaking was a talented blessing.

This reality requires you to bury your nature and conform. This is the only way to survive. It is within this reality one often shares a minuscule of what one could share. Competition and scarcity dominate the mind and the heart shuts down. The lure with which one acquires is left with with subsequent hollowness. There was nothing to be had as all it was, was appearance. The conqueror leaves empty-handed. During a lonely moment, one can go and touch inside. It is here that the spirit shows how life is wasted by living a lie.

I have come to your group for somewhere to belong,
I promise I shall adapt before too long,
I will accept anything you ask me to,
I have come a long way,
I have run away from home'

'But you are not like us', the pigeon said to her
'You cannot come and pretend you do,
Pack your bags and go somewhere new,
You can't even sing our song,
This is not your home'

All the other pigeons stopped talking and stared
And their looks made it clear that they also shared
That Romy could no longer stay and
Romy felt there was no other way
But to accept and fly away.

I decorated this man like decorating a Christmas tree. His voice spoke jingles of love and his eyes shone like fake lights every time we made love.

Whenever you linger in the past, you invite loneliness in.

I lowered my towel and saw that though my body was still firm, the glow of youth was about to fade. The sparkle in my eyes had all but deadened.

The cage of circumstances suddenly did not feel so confined. It felt less lonely knowing we both have had our wings clipped.

I thought I knew what love meant to me
About decency, care and honesty
It is my lesson, you see
That true love doesn't only feel good physically

Days rotted away, disintegrating as each hour ticked by.

Wake up, wake up!' He said to me
'No, I'm still sleepy,
do not disturb me'
Wake up me child, see the beauty

Don't cry, wipe your tears, He said to me
'No, I'm so lonely,
Nobody understands me'
Don't cry my child, embrace the beauty

Don't panic, be calm, He said to me
'No, you don't understand,
I need to earn money'
Don't struggle my child, connect to the beauty

Don't blame or attach, He said to me
'How can I be loving,
When they hurt me?'
Don't retaliate my child, show them the beauty

Don't withhold your love, He said to me
'How can I give Father
When they only take from me?'
Don't fear my child, I replenish the beauty