Today i sat,
on a hedge,
watching the river
as it flows
down happily and
singing joyfully
to itself,
meandering quietly
unperturbed by
my presence.
With pride yet
ever so humble,
not threatening,
but with a
warning to be
mindful of what
i do next,
for i could die,
if I'm careless,
or live if
I'm careful.
As i watch
the river flow,
it dawned on me
that everyone and
all things with
everything are temporal.
Nothing that the
river picked up
on its way
was still,
all was constantly
carried and moving
along towards
the part of
their destiny,
not knowing where
the end will be.
You can see
their powerlessness
with no resistance
but with gladness
surrendered themselves.
Struggles are not
allowed but to
yield to nature,
for we command
nature only by
obeying her.
Everything in life
is temporary.
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Your embrace is
warm but
why do i
feel cold as
if I'm in
the Antarctica.
I'm so close
to you yet
feel so far away,
as if closer
to the moon
and the stars.
Stop walking
all over me
with your
***** feet,
i am not
a ladder for
you to climb
to your greatness.
Stop directing
my life,
you are not
the one beating
the drum of
the music I dance.
Stop talking
too loud,
so I can hear
the one talking within.
Stop blocking
my view,
so I can see
the beauty and
wonders of nature.
Move back
a little bit
from my
personal space,
you are standing
too close
for comfort,
i can't breathe.
Let's stand together,
maybe you can
see the glory
of his creations,
and believe.
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You darkness,
can you see
the light approach.
It's glittering
glowing glory
outshines your
gloomy face.
The darkness
softly creeping
into my space.
Forgot your seeds
on the bedside
while I'm sleeping.
The inner light
from the other
side of the galaxy
will shine through
to shift your
presence away.
Now i know
you are weak,
your darkness
cannot stand
the light,
even the flicker
makes you
disappear.
Moments ago,
you threatened
for a while
but gave up
your grip
as the glorious
light shines forth.
You can never
plant your seed
in my soul
for the brightness
of it's incandescence
will choke it.
Hidden by the
corners of our
brightness and hope,
there is darkness.
Even within the
depths of our
hopelessness and
darkness there
is always light
within waiting
to shine forth.
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Just this moment.
Not another day.
Probably not tomorrow.
Just now and
quickly too.
You don't
have much
time to wait.
Don't have the
time to check time.
Rush out
with great force
like the waterfalls,
crashing down
as if to
break into pieces,
then quietly collected
itself and meanders
slowly into the stream,
minding itself.
Whatever will be,
will not be,
if you just
sit down there
and be waiting.
What you are
looking for is
also seeking you.
Choose to follow
the path
of your destiny.
The clouds can't
be trusted,
they are not
the stars hidden
within it,
it is constantly
on the move,
like the ocean,
not stable.
Always changing
with the wind.
Follow the way
of the heart,
it beats with
precise rhythm,
it's accuracy and
precision perfect
but be always
mindful with your
head in check
of the heart,
or the world war in
Normandy will be
a child's play,
if you don't
get it right.
To be in
a wrong relationship
is the closest
you'll get to
an earthquake.
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It can be
a part of
what you enjoy
doing at will.
You are happy
with the fragrance
of their life.
The flowers of
the African orchard.
Magnificent and exotic,
beautiful and graceful,
inviting and lovely,
they adorn majestically
our surroundings
here and there,
without moving,
ready to sacrifice,
and lay down their
lives for you.
In your admiration
of their loveliness
you exhibited your
weakness and ignorance,
harvesting their lives
for merchandise.
In your cruelty,
you forcefully use
and waste their
fragrance without
any remorse.
Not minding the
pain they feel
as you cut
off their parts
for your happiness.
As they endured
your barbaric gesture
for centuries,
you called it love.
You didn't know
they feel the
pain too as
they screamed out
in Kirlian distress test.
Who will ever
listen to their
cry and help them.
As you squished
and mashed to
squeeze out their
oils and fragrances
to enrich yourselves,
without reparations.
How does that
make you feel.
No sympathy or
empathy for them.
Yet you claim
to love and
have feelings.
Be careful of
what you enjoy
doing else you
will be judged
by nature.
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Call of
the spirit,
i heed.
Be alone,
alone be.
Don't let
my experience
be a
diabolical delusion
or dream
but adjectamenta
of your
richer graces.
Lowness and
debauchment be
far away
from me.
No debasement,
no debauchery
to engulf
my being.
Changed and
transformed,
is my
heart desire.
To be transmogrified,
the ultimate goal.
Grace received,
bliss to be.
Nothing more,
but beautiful life.
Love eternal.
Spirit divine,
shine forth.
You who
dwell between
the cherubim.
Eternal peace,
you give.
My heart,
at rest.
Grateful forever.
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What is so
complicated in
these things
that were
supposed to
be so simple
and beautiful.
Besides their
tremendous
simplicity is a
very vital part
of what you
want to be.
Immense profound
untapped energy
have a lot of
perplexing imprint
on our psych.
It brings back
memories of what
is inside of us.
We just need
to push harder
to manifest the
hidden gem within.
But our body
after it's travesty
needs fixing and
much cleaning.
The stratagem system
of the blood
looming will fog
up your being.
That's just part
of the mess
we inherited.
Thoughts formed must
help to rebuild
the body system
for deeper vacuum
of the debris left,
so bliss can
finally return.
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