Arrived Poems

spirit guides arrived

pink crescent moon heard her sing her truth
a magical night, mystically sound, spiritually awakened
guides arrived in the form of dust to grant wishes

The Wind Arrived Quietly

The wind arrived quietly, conservatively, 
meandering around my heart with soft words, 
playing with tendrils of my being with soft caresses, 
lulling my soul with gentle softness and light. 

Summer stretched and wove a ribbon 
through my emotions given freely and wantonly. 
Sucking the possibilities deep within to nurture 
a future of happy-scented days before me. 

The storm arrived unexpectedly, viciously, 
tearing and rending my being with no more caresses. 
Now, cast outside the vortex that surrounds it, 
my soft words unheard above the roaring noise. 

A heart now bruised and silent, missing the mark, 
veering wildly towards some unknown destination 
in ever decreasing circles like leaves in autumn 
as they fall silently from the lofty boughs above. 

Quiet now, my soul still forming words in silence. 
Never to be heard above the swirling mass roaring above. 
Wishing for summer days to return with a soft kiss 
or caring caress whispered to a heart once loved.

I did not summon these thoughts, they arrived already breathing

I did not summon these thoughts—they arrived already breathing,
wrapped in the salty cloak of silence, like relics
rising from the forgotten graves of someone else's ruins,
where echoes dance like spirits in the twilight of forgetting.
They shape themselves in silence—carved by unseen hands,
hands that know my marrow better than my own soul,
molding clarity from the fragile bones of thought,
like a sculptor finding his masterpiece within the heart of stone.
Some come dressed in burning fire, others crawl slowly,
with moss grown over their silent mouths, whispering tales
from a world where time loses its shape in shadows,
and yet, I welcome them all, like a temple of forgetting.
My mind is not a womb, but a tomb struck by lightning,
each arch an unfamiliar memory, a dream lived by someone else,
each window a belief carved in ancestral dust,
where the wind whispers legends from a world before time.
And in the deepest chamber, beyond words, beyond light,
there is an unseen sculptor who still silently carves thoughts,
from the remnants of what I was, from the ashes of an old self,
creating forms from the shadow that stretches over my eternity.

spring has now arrived

xanthic daffodils
swaying in the zephyr breeze  ~
blackbirds build new nests

SPRING has arrived

The sun came out, and the temperature rose. Is it Spring? Has the clock said so?  We feel a light to our steps, a warming of the heart. Is it Spring? People have changed their winter coats for soft sweaters and jackets. Is it Spring? The birds have come back. The trees are full with leaves and your heart feels a certain lift. Yes, it is Spring and you feel it. 

Colors are in bloom. People want to talk. All of the different languages seems to come together.  What makes it Spring? Is it just the weather? No, its that feeling of light heartedness. That moment when you know, the snow is gone and your body takes on that magnificant glow. People feel light, people feel free and so it begins that movement of me. 

The colors and Oh, I forget to tell about the smells. Oh yes, how great the odor of Spring. Like the flavors of violet and lavender, lemons and apples, taste it. Taste it, feel it, and smell it. Spring has arrived.

I've Arrived

Feeling old is something else
Being old is out of self
Getting old is finding a shelf
Living old is pain itself
Dying old is righteous death

I’ve just arrived here

I cannot speak of life; I’ve just arrived here,
This matter I pondered for many a year.
When girls first wore trousers, I felt a dismay,
From a bright future, I turned and walked away.

Trousers didn’t sit well with the choices made,
Leading to shameful acts, foundations betrayed.
Do not defy the laws set by the Divine,
No matter how strong you believe you may shine.

The Creator crafted the world in its grace,
Making all things in balance, each finds its place.
With winter and summer, day following night,
He paired male with female, in harmony's light.

Beloved Allah shares all things equally,
Preferring the balance in life’s tapestry.
Only mankind disrupts this delicate thread,
Seeing some as greater, while others are led.

When the curtains of my eyelids moved slowly, your face arrived before the light

When the curtains of my eyelids moved slowly, your face arrived before the light,
As if the dawn had learned from you to gently and gracefully dispel the night,
The night spent all its prayers for this silent and divine moment,
My hand traced the gentle contour of your cheek, and time paused for a heartbeat.
Your serene smile blooms on your lips, and I understand what it means to be blessed,
Then those innocent eyes, restless from sleep, slowly open and look at my hand,
As if memorizing the warmth, the presence, binding me to this moment forever,
The soft touch of your lips on my skin is like moonlight kissing the waves.
Like a traveler finally reaching the long-dreamed shore, at the end of a journey,
In that silent and sacred pause, I realize with profound clarity that there is nothing more to seek,
I have already found all I ever dreamed of, in this moment where time stops,
And I understand that happiness is here, now, in this place where everything completes.

Spring arrived

With spring,
Yaoshang Festival arrived,
In the festive mood,
youngsters rejoiced
in joyous moments.
The atmosphere was filled
with laughter .

From an ajar window
a dark skinned maid watched,
her heart itching,
as the girls laughed .

our hero has arrived

OUR Hero Has ARRIVED
When we were children playing in the street
we had our hero,  usually a rugged actor
perhaps it was Gary Cooper. He had to be tall
walk with a swagger 
To be able to do things like flying a plane, drive 
a car, horseback riding a must 
There was Mars, a planet we spoke of mainly
because it sounded warrior-like
We knew Mars was the planet our hero would
go to Mars sorting out the people, there would
be a shot out, he won easily despite a bullet hit
his sheriff shield  
When landed back on earth, spend time with
us teaching us how to tame a wild horse 
what do you know? 
among us here and now, let me present our
here of yore was not fantasy, Elon Musk!
He lives or dreams, a hero who can do anything
a beautiful mother who doesn't shout at him
for not eating porridge and sardines
He lives our dreams, and best of all, he is going 
to Mars and slay the dragon   
Elon Musk is a living example that dreams 
can become real, lamentable, it took too long
 most of my contemporaries have gone to Valhalla
 or for those who became sailors on 
the island of Saragossa

Arrived

Purpose
Gifts and talent
Specialized for this world
Lead with love, help with compassion
Mission

Autumn has Arrived

Autumn steps in as summer’s bright shine glimmers and flee,
After the heat begins to abate, autumn arrives as nature’s gift.
The soft melody of the leaves and breeze fills me with glee.

The season comes to sweeten with a beautifully painted face.
From green to golden sheen, the trees slowly drift. 
The sky looks dank and blank with half shut azure eyes. 

Autumn’s heady but steady steps cause rustling in dry leaves. 
Squirrels explore and store nuts in their granaries for winter’s shift. 
Fearing chilly fate, birds migrate and silence builds beneath the eaves.

she arrived in a well designed shoe

Pink pony-tailed Polly rode in on a well-designed shoe.
None of us knew her, not even my cousin gnome Begard Blue.
Gnome Begard Blue had never seen anyone arrive in a shoe.
He ran to meet her, but my dragon Elfie hid herself in the loo.

she arrived in a well designed shoe

Pink pony-tailed Polly rode in on a well-designed shoe.
None of us knew her, not even my cousin gnome Begard Blue.
Gnome Begard Blue had never seen anyone arrive in a shoe.
He ran to meet her, but my dragon Elfie hid herself in the loo.

When the people arrived

And so it was monday again, sunday was already over? Insane.
Math sheets all over the place, the space filled with treats. ,,Oh", and as with every blink time passed, night gains, fast getting homework done and then eyes close.
Hair washed? Question was splasht out of my care.
Forget eating and meeting friends, while they pretends' greeting, cause i stunk..
So, i shrunked.

Asked things in philosophy: ,,Why do Religions always mask?" 
Oh, no
Every "splash" my Fingers hat to made from head to toe, so i was able to bow.
Made me desire and stand up with both feet in 05:00morning and not anymore land down without cloth heat making me think. Always. Forever.
,,Common sense?" , they asked in disbelief.
Oh
,,blossom will come dense".
,,Dreams, animals, thoughts, Lust, motivation all Schemes we can't explan, candels we try to turn on but always blow off, later contributing into taughts, so we must trust the destination.



If you see this: Please rethink and ask life, please just take care of yourself how you would help a grandma.
We all all nothing-knowing.
And that's okay.
Please, find a way.
Don't Lose direction.

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