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They bear the brunt of the heat,
Yet in the scorching sun
Without the respite of a shed,
They don’t complain
But protect what lie below them,
The leaves far down,
The creatures on the ground,
Quietly waiting for the rain!
And when it pours,
They dance in joy
As they get the first drops,
Forgetting all sadness of life!
Can’t we be like them?
I mean the leaves atop the trees
With nothing on their head
Mutely bearing the sun’s wrath
Dancing through all pain
Protecting whatever is down below
Cheerily waiting for rain!
some seconds
sear and brand
creating Self

no matter drive
to carve new
persona

early stain
rears serpent
head

heel bruised
sets timer
ticking

his demise
rebellion has
a price

for trails mocked
to mountain top
pristine snow

rivers fuelled
brashly strong
diverted

birth
pathways
forged

straight to
waiting
sea
Whatever we have been handed at birth, and the vagaries of childhood and later, we have a choice to pursue a quest to re-create the Self to something better.  References are to the universal battle, reflected to some extent in our daily decisions, as per Gen 3:15 where the representative of Good is 'bruised in the heel,' and the personification of Evil awaits his final end, being 'bruised in the head.'  Only then will 'heaven and earth' unitedly attain its full relief of peace and happiness, along with true and enduring fulfillment.
 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Sana
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 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Sana
I long for warmth
Dream of a distant place
Where fire lights the room
Sweet tea eases my soul
And your company
A sure home
For my sweetest escape
Days and nights
Under endless blues
Turned dark that glitters
Through perpetual starlight
We’d laugh and talk
Of silly daydreams
And fearless thoughts
Your hand into mine  
Your arms my safest retreat
I’d lay there forever
Somewhere within hidden
In the warmth of you
 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Sana
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 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Sana
.
I keep failing
I keep losing purpose
Erring from the center
Into branching lines
.
I'd like to keep
me consistent
In thoughts
In being
But I know not
Where to stand
I know longer not
What I am
.
 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Jen
Get It
 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Jen
You never
Read it,
Couldn't believe
It,
Said you'd never
Even read it.
Another said
He didn't know
How to react
To another
Artist type,
I'd get quiet,
Walking
Sun shining,
Lost in my
Head,
Couldn't get it,
Didn't understand
It,
Does anyone
Ever
Get it.
 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Josey
Soy sauce
 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Josey
Dark
Liquidity
Gloomy?
Agree
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