DESIRE: ~ is Movement
The desire to change has to be greater than the desire to remain the same.
I desire ~ I move ~ change starts with movement ~ change happens ~ I move~ I desire ~ I move ~ change starts with movement ~ change happens ~ I move ~ I desire ~ ~ ~
~A flower has a greater desire for blooming then remaining in the bud.
~ A baby has a greater desire to grow than staying little.
Nature always has a greater desire for restoration and renaissance, then decay ...
Honour your Nature every day,
Find out what you want! (for real)
Move, Move, Move, ...
Change doesn’t happen without movement!
From where to start a change?
Ask what you truthfully want?
Like buds open soft,
Mind blooms with no serenade.
But it's pure fragrance,
Reaches distant akin hearts.
The symphony tolling long...
tiny fragile bud
clean prune cultivate nurture—
precious child blossoms
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
4/1942020 - Poetry form: haiku - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
he is my spring
and i’m his flower
a bud that blooms at his voice
and withers in his absence
my spring came with rain and
gently washed away my woes.
he is my spring
but what will happen to my bud
when it becomes
why is it so easy to fall
Grab me the bag and a match for a light,
it’s time to get down on this good stuff.
We’re jumping through the roof,
Subtler than space shuttles
Higher than the moon,
In Mary Jane’s rain boots,
Making love in bud puddles
Falling for the view.
Better if we go,
Stonedr to the nose.
Soar above your pains by coddling them.
Rise above your wounds by embracing them,
Ascend above your sorrows by accepting them.
Intertwine them, hold tight to the emotional charge.
Convert them to positive energy.
Make them a part of your prayer temple.
Your wound is the place,
Where your flowers will blossom,
With a rainbow of spring colors.
Your pain is the place,
Where your cure will emerge,
with the birth of new dawn and renewed purpose.
Your sorrow is the place,
Where your joy will bud,
With a life full of hope and optimism.
I entered to the fear room
With a bunch of sadness
Full of hate buds
You put the bunch
Into the passion treasure
Wishing to bloom each bud
As a compassion flower
She bathes in the sun’s blazing rays,
still confused of what she is
She glides passionately as the moon goddess guides her shadow
She is intense, powerful, and radiant as the sun, yet playful, delicate, and precious as the moon
She adores her sun as it makes her ready to face her exciting days
Yet she worships her moon as it makes her strong to battle her cold, lonesome, and lengthy nights
She is soft yet she has strength,
she’s fragile yet she’s tough
Her sun is her compass but her moon is her light
She has her sun, she has her moon
She then remembers, she is a bud ready to bloom
No, No, No,
I don't know
what will happen
But, Look, Look, Look,
I am happy today
This wait is sweet,
My beloved is sweet,
A delicate bud is she,
An apple of my eyes, is she!
I write a poem for her,
A kiss would be better,
Sing this song of mine,
She is about to come,
it is already nine!
© Manan sheel.