#thanking
Late night still awake
dont know what to make
in sense of nothingness i feel
much more for me to be doing
its getting dark now
still not knowing how
to make this feeling flow
that we never know
i would never be the same
until i remeber to mention my name
never thought to be same
when this feeling came
still thinking about it
never knwo how to make it
i know, i can feel it
that it the right thing to fit
i wish i may do it right
i know i have the might
to make this feeling right
and make it my site
like i never know how say it
would you like to mention it?
its simple say but hard to understand
these words to say at night
i kneel down and say
thank him for this day
and tomorrow is another way
to thank him anyway
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
The blaze of the sun cut through their flesh
Sun kissed sweaty skin and dehydrated lungs
Knelled and cried for mercy
The heavens answered their prayers
Loud thuds were heard like a roaring lion
Lightning struck like a shooting star
Their quench was put off
Soil's aroma spread; it rained.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
1) to solitude: for embracing my current and unavoidable state of being, not in useless ponder or contemplation, but in a organic yet intentional direction towards self forgiveness, and a transforming journey, and realization, into “being”; as described by Eckhart Tolle in “The Power of Now”. for allowing me the gift of space within, to bear fruit to earnest honesty, yet foment Light for future plans, in virtuous manner, without dream-like delusions or self torment from the past.
2) to the, slow yet obvious, dissolving of the Ego via realization, and active practice thereof, of the “observer”: as opposed to the “thinker”, which bore gorgeous fruit to disassociation from the “earthly”, and incredibly vain, self and its incessant attachment to it via unconscious living.
Feb 26, 2024
Feb 26, 2024 at 4:41 PM UTC
💃
You have drawn the extra version card
Welcome to the deck
Introverted values
You no longer can connect
Intuition, feelings and perceiving
is the game that extroverts play
Opposed to sensing, thanking and judging like those introverted lames!
If you’re not sure which side you’re on
Or if you’re out there on the fence
Do you want to be alone?
Or the party to commence!
So weep not my child
they’ll be no need for fear
God made
An extra version of you dear!
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
Trading wants for needs
Compelled to complain of have-nots
Instead I thank the heavens
for what I do have
My sight to look out
among clouds & trees
My hearing of my babies
laughs and screams
My voice to tell them
how much they are loved
The use of my arms
Overwhelming them with hugs
These simple things
So often overlooked
A second to reflect and a deep
breath is all it took
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
In a land where dust blows over hard lifeless ground and children cry in their mothers arms. Hope is a luxury and want is an ever real fact of life. As mindless hate filled people battle over table scraps, while the innocent and the forgotten lay in want. Despite the best efforts of the brave and the selfless, the help seems to never be enough. On any given day, people are grateful for a piece of bread and clean water to drink, yet we take these things for granted. So do not forget the blessings you hold dear, for they can be taken away in a moment by the hateful and the selfish. Eternal vigilance is the price that must be paid, and reverent thanks is what heaven requires lest our land fall into despair and want and we too have little to be thankful for.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
Why doth the sky remindith of there?
The moon swollen with my love for thee,
Thy star doth twinkle for thee,
I'd bring the whole sky for thee,
The love I feel is bigger than me.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
The longer you are permitted to stay, in this life, today,
Your thoughts change about people, and experience’s,
That crossed your trail, along the way.
Everyone, teaches, and learns from each other, in many ways,
A gentleman, came up to me, thanking me, a talk we had in the past,
He said he was down, on himself, and life, at that time, he said,
That he started exploring, some of my knowledge, I shared,
And his life, turned from bad to good at last.
I never remembered him, he was a stranger to me then,
And a stranger to me now.
I would have never known I helped this man, if he would,
Have not stopped me, and explained his life story,
In a few minutes, of this short life time.
Most everyone, knows others, they want to tell them,
They appreciate them, they just keep the thought,
In their mind.
At funerals, people cry and pray, because they know,
It’s to late, to tell the person, thanks,
You inspired me, during this life time.
The Original: Tom Maxwell ©9/9/2023 AD
Dec 24, 2023
Dec 24, 2023 at 1:50 AM UTC