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Perspective

The Endless Universe;
In All Estimations:
Endless In All
Directions...

Not Merely Substance,
But A Unique Characteristic
Choice In The Cavernous
Realization Of Probability's
Muse, A Passing Result In
Another GigaBaZillion  
Final Answers In
(Apparently) Random
Machine Gun Decision
Bombardment.

And I'm Aimless
Wandering...

See A Little Leaf
Stuck To A Concrete
Floor, And Wonder
Why I Just Don’t
Do Something
About It.

Don't Tell Me.

Please?

I Really Appreciate
The Amusement.

-Gray Squirrel

09-12-2025

I Have Lived In Your Life Once Before

I have lived in your Life — once before —
A whisper — through your Door —
A Shadow bent upon the Chair —
That was — and is — not There.

I knew your Breath — before your Mouth —
I touched the Sun — by going South —
And in your Gaze — a Window shone —
To prove — what I had always known.

The Years — cannot divide the Thread —
Nor Silence — hide the Words — unsaid —
The Pulse remembers — though the Vein —
Denies the Music — once again.

I have Lived — in your Life — before —
I will — when Time admits — once more —
Beyond the Grave — or Clouded Door —
Eternity — repeats the Score.

A Hand in the Dark

She walked through nights no one noticed
feet heavy, heart heavier.
The silence of the world felt overwhelming.
as if kindness had disappeared.

Then, without warning
someone reached for her...
steady, warm, unexpected.
The road behind her remained,
but she could finally move forward.

For nights she had slipped alone
masking grief with pale smiles
hiding pieces of herself -
that no stranger would ever see.

Her legs ached,
her body protested
and still she whispered:
this journey is mine alone.

She found a quiet strength,
somewhere along the way.
As she moved forward,
she held one quiet truth:
even when the night is long,
even in the darkest times...
kindness finds its path.

Little gestures of kindness
can pierce the shadows,
and dawn breaks no matter how long the night.

When she finally stops,
she lifts her face to the sun
and carries one truth:
between falling and standing,
she found him...
and the light he gave her
will walk with her forever.

IMPORTANT LIFE LESSON

May we be blessed to understand
one of the most important lessons of life
that is perhaps the farthest reaching:

How as children or parents 
we should never stop our learning
because life…
will never stop its teaching.

8 minutes 20 seconds

On average it takes 8 minutes 20 seconds for light to travel between the sun and the earth.

At that very moment they look up into the sky
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago the journey had begun
The ray plays out its tale for all of them

Eyes stung by beads of sweat
The farmer squints into a cloudless sky
He smiles as once more he gazes on rows of sprouting new life

Oakley may dim her vision but she stirs
Beneath her towel sand has moulded to her sun-drenched form
Her fashionable hue is almost complete

He stumbles but struggles once more to his feet
How long has this desert ordeal endured?
The end beckons as searing heat prepares the feast

Shivering through winter in thin clothes and with an empty belly
Shafts of sunlight are rays of hope
A false dawn or a new beginning?

The newborn baby cries for attention
Her rosy skin has yellowed
But soon the status quo will be restored

Five lives touched at the same time
But not in the same way
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago it started again

Life

Living every moment 
Listening to nature
Laughing when feeling joy
Learning a life lesson
Lifting up the weary
Limiting our mistakes
Loving our Creator

Mysteriousness and Sacredness

Mysteriousness and sacredness

Wished words, universes, wanted new lives
Serial lives, never-ending infinity of desire

I need this life, I want this life, in my heart
I want to do it, the mystery, and the real light

The only one, the living sacredness of life
Here is not a tale of the mysterious kind

In the human world, this is just a movie of the fantasy mind
This is the secret of life, just believe me, oh life

I know the truth. I know that. The fantasy is real life
We are just living in our minds. Collectively, this is sick blind

Yes. We are blind. Open your wings, and just fly, and fly
In the space, in the sky, and find your new life in heaven

Heaven is the true world, not just a religious desire
Jesus said, “In my Father’s house are many rooms.”

“This is the reality. All the words are true”, Satan said
Heavens. Universes. And Mysteriousness Sacredness is

The atmospheres of  those planets
This is the reality
Everybody is a saint
If will arrive there

With A Gentle Hand Poetry Mystic

By Poet "A mother's love is never ending, always with a gentle hand."


With a gentle hand,
our life starts off being held and rocked.
As we grow and learn,
life will grow with us.
With a gentle hand,
we are told no many times.
Sometimes we learn,
sometime we do not learn.
With a gentle hand,
hopefully we get straightened out.
In life one day we will need to take our baby,
with a gentle hand.

Friendly Pasangers

Friendly passengers

Today, after work, I waited for the train
It was delayed, but later came, full of passengers
I saw there is no space for me. I needed to stay
And waiting for the next train
An indian man called me
“My friend! You have space here! Get on!”
We had a good chat during the trip
This Indian gentleman is filled with goodwill and God’s love
God bless him!

The same thing happened two days ago
But then it was morning, and then I was rushing to work
A friendly Polish guy said, “Come, brother, here is space!”
He was very smily, like Terence Hill
God bless this gentleman also!

The Pace of Large Prospect in Tea Abbey

A partly cloudy day befalls the stage;
Actors from left to night remain a page.

A Gentleman Left This World Two Days Ago

      A gentleman I know
        who’s held in high esteem
      left this world two days ago 
        smiling softly in a dream

      His tombstone bore the words below:
       ‘Ended life as he began
      Never uttered an unkind word
        about his fellow man’

AN ALLEGORICAL MATH LESSON: Rational and Irrational Numbers

AN ALLEGORICAL MATH LESSON
(Rational And Irrational Numbers)
             
              1.
Rational numbers,
And irrational numbers,
Teach many lessons:
Allegorical lessons,
On the living of our lives:- 

                2.
We must live rationally;
Living irrationally sucks:
Swallowing life’s goals:-
That teasing “pie in the sky”,
Must be assessed by squaring 
With God’s sage divine wisdom,
And His repeating guidance:-

                 3.
Thus, always strive to be
In logical reasoning
With ourselves, and with others:-
With deception all wiped out,
And all wrong things put aside,
Always seek to do what’s right:-

A Point of Time

A point of time alone I mark,
And shine it best I may,
And plant brave flowers upon the way,
Before I must embark.

You may not believe it, but some float through life like a dream

You may not believe it, but some float through life like a dream,
Dressed in fine fabrics, like stars in the silver sky.
They taste the fruit of life, without thirst, without hunger,
Sleeping under wings of tranquility, in the palace of serene night.
Around them, time weaves like a tapestry of peace,
Family shelters them like a tree under which flowers grow.
They too have shadows of sadness, but they are fleeting,
And when they depart, it's like a feather falling in its gentle flight.
You may not believe it, but such souls exist,
I am not one of them, no, not even close.
They are there, floating in their gentle light,
I am here, on a path lost to smoke and wind.
In their world, stars whisper stories without end,
In mine, the echo of silence rings like an old bell.
They are where rivers flow without losing their call,
I am where water gathers in tears of longing.
But perhaps in this cosmic, hidden and profound dream,
Between two breaths, we will meet, shadows and light.
Maybe in this dance of destiny, we will find each other,
Like two constellations shining in the eternal sky.

In the storm of life, my voice is like a lost feather

In the storm of life, my voice is like a lost feather,
A silent wind seeking its path where thunder has ceased.
They strive to hear, but silence is all they find,
As if in my quiet there is nothing to be told.
Some call it sweet, like a gentle and enchanted brook,
A lullaby lost in a distant dream.
Others laugh, saying it's too weak, too small to be heard,
A shadow of sound daring to fall into infinity.
I speak, but the world does not listen, words fade into the wind,
A mute song and a secret that remains unrevealed.
A gift left unanswered, a cold hand in waiting,
Perhaps my voice is meant for another realm where longing is felt.
But here I am, gentle, like a silent river that yearns to flow,
With the strength of whispers rising and silence breaking apart.
Gentleness may be a grace, a soft echo in a ruthless place,
A song not meant to shout, but to sing, a wind beneath the wing of hope.
Even a whisper can shape the sky, with its tender breeze,
A breeze that makes the stars sigh in the dream-filled night.
In this silence, this deep and quiet art,
Lies a force that moves the heart, a mystery that keeps us united.

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