Rainier
Rainier
May 20

Thought I could climb any mountain, no matter distance far
Thought I could conquer any summit and float amongst the stars
I never needed one to help me, let me do this on my own
I always thought the best achievements, were ones I did alone

When this strength begins to wear thin, start to realize it don’t come from within

And if I was a colored flower, reaching pedals toward the sun
Into the earthen ground below me, my roots will surely run
I’ll keep on growing while above me, a storm brews overhead
Don’t stop once to even think that, this flood could be my death

As the rain starts I settle and brace, fearing my roots alone won’t keep me in place

When the storm growls and the wind howls, whose name do I call?
With my strength drained in the cold rain, who do I have at all?
It’s you with a hand reaching down, it’s you with your arm wrapped around me

I’ll always struggle to accept that, I’m not in full control
Wandering the vastness of a forest, and I am just a fool
The more I travel roads alone, the more I lose my way
My pride is powerfully impulsive, but you-you keep me sane

On my journey to discover this life, I’ll walk with you through darkest nights

When the storm growls and the wind howls, whose name do I call?
With my strength drained in the cold rain, who do I have at all?
It’s you with a hand reaching down, it’s you with your arm wrapped around me

I wish I arrived at humility out of love,
Silas
Silas
May 20

I wish I arrived at humility out of love,
minutes often I arrive at its doors
through the pain of humiliation.

My self righteous anger brought me
to this moment of the beauty of humility
as I cradle my bruised hand after punching a wall.

I am a human being that makes mistakes,
and the beauty of a spiritual life happens
through progress not perfection.

I am growing little by little,
and slowly breaking the cycle of violence
passed from my father, passed to him by his father...

I cannot spiritually grow alone and without help.
The beauty of humility is that I am not alone, and
I am neither the worst or the best.  I am human.

Live it up;
play it down.

We don't know it all:
Things aren't as we may think, yet
things still seem to work.

HUMILITY...
Oyinkansola

I used to think
That Gods gifts were
On shelves
One above the other
and the taller we grew
The more easily
We could reach them
But I later realised,
That Gods gifts re on shelves
one beneath the other
And that
Its not a question
of growing taller
But of stooping lower

It thus describes
HUMILITY...

Be humble else u fumble and stumble.....

Looking subjectively at others
can sometimes be the best way
to objectively look at yourself.

Geno Cattouse
Geno Cattouse
Dec 24, 2012

Be humble and he might let you in.

Stay humble and she might let you win.
Every success is

cause not to celebrate
but to
pray.

You mustn't
always interject,
for it is not more auspicious
to be considered a Fool
than to affirm such suspicions,
is it not?

Defer unto thy knowledgeable peers
and, if ye be Sage among the Like,
thou shall be deferred unto.

Geno Cattouse
Geno Cattouse
Oct 20, 2012

Be humble in word. And deed after all we all are constantantly in need.
The journey up can
be painfull or dizzying or tangled. Life hands out no rain checks.

Be patient in thought and motion.
Try a 5 count. Breath deeply. Think neutral.

Be humble in word and deed. Try carresing the soul. Yours and all.
Remember well that pride goeth before a fall.

Derek Scott Darling
Derek Scott Darling
Jun 4, 2013      Jun 5, 2013

A happy "hello" and a smile and wink
Waving along, I don't know what to think
As the procession pronounces the end of the day
I am finding how little I actually have to say
"Thank you" they whisper and occasionally cry
I wish that I knew, someone please tell me why
The carpet spins and the faces keep on rolling
As the accolades and pardons continue scrolling
I'm confused by my hands open and free
Sat idly by and dug no earth, planted no tree
The wisp of the wind and the bird in the sky
Planted settled the seeds of setting goodbye
And the fruit of this fortune has given me birth
Yet, the stains of my hands settle my worth
And today and tomorrow my word passes on
The till in the ground is my final song.

Have you ever *inspired* someone?  What did it feel like when they told you? What if a whole bunch of people told you that at once?
 
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