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Plant a tree,
Water a flower,
Preserve nature.
Have a purpose!

Feed a bird,
Cuddle a pet,
Be humane to animals.
Have a purpose!

Save a life,
Nurture an orphan,
Stand up with the oppressed.
Have a purpose!

Count your blessings,
Recite your prayers,
Contemplate the universe.
Have a purpose!

Nurture your mind with ideas,
Fill your heart with the wine of love,
Dress your soul with the garment of kindness.
Have a purpose!

Hussein Dekmak
For millions of years,
The sun has been shining,
It’s endless giving has made it even more beautiful!

For millions of years,
The moon has been radiating light, and it has only become more exquisite With giving!

Hussein Dekmak
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Lost and not found
I can feel myself fading
With you not around
I can feel my heart aching

Sights and sounds
I can hear myself breaking
My hands are bound
My time is slowly wasting

I was in the clouds
My love for you was soaring
We hid in the crowds
To keep some from knowing

Then you pulled me down
A love forever lasting
I slammed to the ground
My heart truly smashing

Scattered all about
Pieces not worth saving
It was then and now
Emptiness enslaving

With you not around
I can feel myself breaking
Lost and not found
I can see myself fading

© 2019 Michael Messinger(All rights reserved)
No wrapping paper or bows needed
It's just a wish I'd like fulfilled
Maybe it will come to fruition
Before the end of Winter's Chill

© 2019 Michael Messinger(All rights reserved)
There you are through the seasons
quietly standing
in your humble green
not seeking attention or glory
even in spring your little magenta flowers
peak out from your branches too modest
to make a loud fuss.

The scent of your body
transports me
to the place of your birth,
the plains of heaven.

May I take your simple doctrine
of acceptance and humility
to heart and rest silently
unconcerned with appearance
happy to let a soft inner light
be the meek gospel of the universe.
This morning I was reflecting on the way the divine is manifested (and mostly ignored) all around me in the most humble things of creation.  Then I noticed the sage bush in our back yard, planted and growing a little way off from the corner of the sidewalk.  I remember smudging (burning a small bunch of sage) as a meditative spiritual practice decades ago. I can almost smell the unique aroma of the smoke rising to my nostrils and on to the heavens.  Even the memory gives me a momentary wonderful peace.
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