On The Inside

A Dream | A photograph by Melanie Jane | Taken in Budapest, HungarySubscribe now Is it possible to feel safe Enlightened with ease Is it possible to feel safe In this world, be?Is it possible to feel seen Understood and known Is it possible to feel seen In this world, not alone?Is it possible Or is it not Is it possible Or is it only a dream that desires to be sought?

Contemplation | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now Toes on the ledge. Dew remains on the grass. The clash of temperatures creates a foggy haze In the air within grasp.The base of the skin Connects with the ground beneath. It is damp and moist Goosebumps on the body are now seen.Liquid and air A silent scene now surrounds. No person yet the Are present; around.Through the eyes, The focus situates on two things. The flesh's connection with the ground and the water where soon it will be....

Did we choose to let go? | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now One moment held No question. No stress.The next, out of reach It is felt from the rest.From one to the other That time in between How do we discern the process That, through time, is seen?Did our grasp loosen? Did our hand become tired? Did a distraction or illusion Shift our focus Our tension now retired.Did a pull from elsewhere From the other side of the being Take over in the moment What once was had Is now unseen.Was it, pe...

The Source | Photo by Melanie Jane | Mostar, Bosnia and HerzegovinaSubscribe now Inside of an enclosure. Inside of the walls. Inside of the glass. The protector. The stall.A bulb rests in its foundation. Screwed into its place. Ready for the power. The source. That turns it on for its day. Inside of the bulb’s exterior Houses the source of the light that you saw.A swirl of heat It’s wires encase. A beam portrays As it projects its rays.As I walk on the street After the sun has gone down The b...

Coffee | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now "Do you drink coffee because you enjoy it or because you are tired?"I am in a coffee shop. I walked in after a few hours of exploring the newest city on my nomadic, slow travel journey. I landed here through a recommendation from a local designer whose studio was a few doors down. “Do you have a favorite cafe in the area?” I asked after getting to know her and her craft. "We love the coffee next door." I walked in and asked if there was a house s...

Subscribe nowCreations Take Form | A sketch by Melanie JaneProfound. Enveloping. Raw to its core.Statured. Significant. There is nothing that is more.All-consuming. Awe-inspiring. Creations made like this.Lost in the moment Encompassed in the path Enveloped in the beauty That the creation, in this world, adds.A song or a painting A writing that you read. An artifact you hold precious When surrounded by, you are glad.The guard around you drops The ease, in your mind, sinks in. The genuine pres...

To All That I See | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now The constant attunement, to all that I see. Anywhere, everywhere, at all times. From the day I first blinked my eyes. A lingering feeling about everything in sight.Anywhere, everywhere, at all times. It seems quite interesting, unique and profound. A lingering feeling about everything in sight. It is a blessing and a curse, an asset and a scare, it is the divide between the surface and all else deeper that is there.It seems quite inter...

To Progress | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now In yoga, I have been taught That your attunement with each body part In conjunction with each motion, each breath Can transform the experience that you have of each step.From the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes The amount of engagement you put in Will determine the impact of your flow.I can go through the motions of a practice Without syncing the movement with the breath I can hold a pose, physically Without actively engaging t...

Through The Glass | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now Today I sat in a cafe By the window to ensure I could see the holiday lights outside. I ordered a coffee and a pastry Enjoyed the ambiance and delights.I grasped the cappuccino mug in my hands Hoping to warm my system up. I stuck my fork into that pastry Felt guilty about messing its appearance up.That warm milk and coffee mixture Tasted perfect on my tongue. The pistachio was delightful One bite will not be enough.I grabbed my journal...

Reflections From The Sea | A photo by Melanie Jane | Korcula, CroatiaSubscribe now The waves of the ocean The waves of the sea The waves of my mind, Enveloped in the.There is an awakening sensation An awakening of the mind. There is an awakening sensation An awakening of the sight.The water glistens Reflections from the sea. When the water glistens I reflect, inside On parts of me.