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  Jan 2019 Daniel Cowick
winter sakuras
There is such a place, you know--
one that transcends time and space
and visions of what you're supposed to resemble,
and the limits placed by the digits
of your mortal age.

I can feel the presence of it
in my bones,
where the sky is never ending and liberated
and the sun and moon
can openly converse and love and exist,
without the rules of superiors
who like tragic love stories and twisted histories.

Whatever you decide to do, whatever you decide to feel,
there are no restraints
to keep you from the prospects of flying,
or dreaming,
or embracing things that you had to
let go of in another existence.

There is no fear, confusion, or awkwardness,
no doubts of not belonging,
of not deserving to exist in such a place
where your soul can be pure,
and being able to thrive
without having to try so hard
anymore.

You don't have to try anymore to
be a good person,
because you are one.
You don't have to struggle to hold on to yourself,
you don't have to feign ignorance
or enlightenment.

You can breathe and smile openly,
and every smile is so breathtakingly beautiful that
you glow and transcend above all heavens
and insecurities.

The ground is soft and supportive,
giving way to your feet, that no longer
feel so tired and heavy from having to labor to live,
or from constantly running away
from demons and voices
that tear at your conscience and soul.

No, you can now feel as light as air itself,
soft feet running on sunkissed clouds that
formed from tears of happiness.

When it rains,
you don't have to take cover
for it has already washed away all your sorrows and guilts,
guilts in the forms of hot, suppressed tears
in the failures of your lost ambitions
and stolen discoveries,
guilt from turning away, even when someone
asked you for help.

You can forever venture out here,
to unknown, misty, thriving islands and majestic palaces
far away,
you can do things you never got to do,
for you don't have to pretend
to be someone you aren't.

You don't have to live each day questioning
every single telltale of life.

You don't have to wonder anymore
about why the world can be
such a cruel place,
no matter how many rays of hope
reach into the darkness.

You don't have to wonder anymore,
because here
such misery does not exist,
and the ruins of a good soul
dance as a renewed, enlightened being again.

Above all,
you don't have to live someone else's life
because here, you find yourself
over and over
and over again.
07/09/18

The Green of this particular Nirvana is a component that allows you to love and live freely, with no restrictions or heaviness of people weighed down by the world, and themselves.

Here, you are liberated from the faults of others, and the faults of yourself in a time and place where you were ignorant and lost.

Here, there is no society to degrade you. You can exist solely in harmony with nature.

Edit: Wow, I can't believe this poem got chosen to be the Poem of the Day! I've never received so many likes, comments, and feedback on any of my poems, so I feel overwhelmed, but very happy. Thank you for taking the time to read my words; it really means alot to me <3 <3
Daniel Cowick Dec 2018
I am the setback that I curse
Realizing this, though, opens up my power,
right here in this very verse
Yesterday I was blind to this truth
Today, the world tries to take the vision of my youth
But in essence,
all that does is reveal to me my lessons,
the blessings I once believed were weapons used against me at everyone's discretion
I digress in many of my ventures
Several of them I end up without treasure
But I always take pleasure in noticing the weather,
for its conditions tend to the fix of my errors
Accepting all of my self is how I show off what's mine
And to me,
that's an achievement of all of life's time
  Dec 2018 Daniel Cowick
Aislinn Miell
I always feel sentimental when it rains,
So, on sad days like this I leave the house without an umbrella.

With my headphones in,
listening to our favourite songs,
I walk past your old house.
Or the cheap restaurant we always went to.
Just so I can let my heart feel close to you again.
I must be so pathetic.

but when the rain stops
You will exist only as another memory.
So, I embrace the droplets on my skin,
Even if I do catch a cold.

On sad days like this I cannot help but wonder
if it’s raining where you are,
if you think of me.

So, until the next time it rains, we walk our own paths.
Daniel Cowick Nov 2018
For my sister….

who,
for any kind of reason,
feels like me in a female suit;
we never even played dress-up as kids together
Kids,
however,
are exactly who we are when we’re together

With hearts
as natural as the soil which we walk upon this planet,
it is almost as if someone had planned it
For who can truly tell who and where we’re supposed to be,
or even if there’s really a “supposed to be?”

For me,
I feel at least part of myself within every one else,
like some one is breathing through my lungs,
and smiling so wide because they’re having my fun
It’s something like a sibling thing,
like we know one another from the beginning of our upbringing;
such an effect becomes quite rippling

Free,
deep,
cool,
and
lovely—
those are four you surely embody
And if anybody wants to reclaim some life back,
look to her for inspiration,
to the glimmering foundation that is her
beaming blonde hair

****….

why the hell
did we ever say
those with that golden hair
don’t know anything about the
state of affairs?
Daniel Cowick Nov 2018
If I read the Bible, would you call me a Christian?

If I observed Ramadan, would you call me a Muslim?

If I studied Zen, would you call me a Buddhist?

If I believed in Scientology, would you call me a radical?

If I was human, would you call me curious?

If I was curious, would you call me a seeker?

If I was a seeker, would you call me open?

If I was open, would you call me understanding?

If I was understanding, would you call me a mirror?
Daniel Cowick Nov 2018
Hey, you

Yeah, you

Always be sure to

stay true

to what you

know is true

to you
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