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A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.
One after another they arrive
Steeping my eyes in the world
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.
My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?
God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.
The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
A Lesson From the Buddha
The Buddha had been getting round
And listening to the crowd.
He’d often sat there silently
And heard them moan so loud
About their own sad burdens
And all the hurt they’d had.
So he thought up a little plan
That didn’t seem half bad.
He called the crowd together
Said “listen here you guys
I’ve been thinking for a great long while
And I have thought it wise
To grow a special tree for you
And here it lies before you
Now listen well to what I say
I’ll tell you what to do”
He said “this tree before you
It’s to hang your troubles on
Each one of you must go to it
And your troubles will be gone
As you hang them on it’s many branches
Then what you’ll need to do
Is take yourself some others burdens
And make them part of you”
The people thought that this was cool
It seemed a grand old way
To rid themselves of all their burdens
It was a happy day!
As each smiling so broadly
Placed there burdens on the tree
Then they thought for just a while
And they began to see.
As each the truth did hit them
More restless did they get
At least they knew their burdens
So each with no regrets
Did race back to that trouble tree
To grab what they had hung there
The Buddha smiled good humoredly
He had made them all aware.
29 July 2013 @ 1805hrs.
The strength is often of things
and word sound renews our hope.
There are direct relation to
paths that's taken
when we all heed what's discuss.
So, open your mind to a cosmic
communicating and being determine
there is where you will always endear
unique qualities of your yearning,
Transmitting symbiotically while
helping other to find there footing.
What hasn't, isn't necessary never to be.
What dwell on us most though,
are the regrets of our past; misdeeds.
Where opportunity floss and love lost
find us grieving our doubted abilities,
but, natural gifts not sparing hits
hold the place of not just an optimist;
in its rebirth a phoenix is more dynamic...
I do not know?
You are a metaphor in motion,a symphony conducted by the beating of my heart.
You entrance my soul,and it makes me a better person to love you.
You are a simile surrounded by color themes, you shine.
My rhetorical answer when i repremand my self with rhetorical questions.
My analogy in a analytical essay composed by your kisses.
Holding something so precious as a diamond in a rough,i am caught in you.
Nothing as lovely as knowing you are with me always and forever.
Holding my soul in your stare.
I love us,we,you loving me.
You are verbs in action,followed by nouns and adjectives.
You are every onomatopoeia i want to hear after leaving your touch.
We are auditory imagery bound in conversations about life and love.
You are the predicate and adverb to my declarative sentences.
My english teacher in the language of love.