Love is not something that belongs only to a living soul.
It could be anything your soul is tied to.
Neither human nor god,
but something you chose above them both—
that is what love truly is.
You look at it and know you cannot live without it.
It is not a person, nor devotion.
That is love.
Pause, consider, and think about this.
Some rich people invest and spend.
Some poor people wish and spend.
Short people reach up.
Tall people bend down.
Good habits beget good results.
Bad habits render bad results.
Bad beginnings often end well.
Bad endings force 'look-backs'.
You cannot withdraw something
that has not been deposited.
We usually reap what we have sown.
Sometimes, favor suspends the norm.
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When adding it all up,
At the end of the day,
I'd rather be home with
A happy wife and 500 miles
Removed from disappointed
Siblings, rather than being alienated
From a pouting, unhappy wife, while
Enjoying happy, celebrating siblings.
Stop, meditate, and muse about that.
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In the Lady Godiva competition
a nude lady won...
Others in formal attire were disqualified!
shadows draw across the canvas
with light oily strokes and dry wet soul
the white pythons and black mambas
conspire as their tongues slither and roll
down the canvas.
like honey, it marinates the mellow white
bruising it with time… yet as the honey lathers
and the white bathes, the paint stops with all its might
leaving behind the canvas
with monotone delight and black and white
then it cries as it bleeds like Danvers
watching its Hyde as he flees at the sight
as though his Hyde has a right
for leaving the canvas in black and white
the shadows of black and white
dissipate at the sorrow, at the pain
at the rain that washes the black and white
away.
Leaving behind the canvas
and time.
with a smile on their face
Camouflaging the hidden sadness
How many live their lives like this!
from a craftsman of heaven's domains ~ to a gardener of olives
A lady who entered a fashion contest
for most authentic historical costume
was disqualified, the judges pointing out
to her disappointment that she lacked
Lady Godiva’s most famous accessory –
a horse – and therefore was under dressed.
Freedom ‘s In Love
Four feet on the porch. Arrive.
Red: the passionate roses a simile for the flush of a face. Alive.
Electrifying: each touch. empowering voltage generated in a glance.
Expression: whole self in soft adoration. a simplicity in the trance.
Destiny or Fate: the authors of internal tranquility and perfected symmetry.
Openness untold: a vision of faultless light through the lens of predestined chemistry.
Made the journey: a home named “Unity.”
‘Simplicity in harmony: major chords shunning even minor punity
Initials etched in a heart:
Never shall they be apart.
Service ‘s In Love
Setting out, four feet out the door,
Every step is a battle, finding peace amidst war
Right, left, right, opposite as the poles… even so
Varied in nature, a YELL and a Whisper… even so
Intentionally afloat, breathing by will… yet together
Cunning as a fox, free like a bird…yet together
Each love is a journey, true love stopped was never sown
‘Seasons of sorrow, those of pain, the sky’s tears blending with one’s own
Initials end the same,
Never alone though in pain…
The Dragon roars, all equal under heaven.
While the Guisi is crippled and Houzi is repraimned.
~Byeol
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Dragon: here symbolises Emperor
Guisi: slave
Hauzi: son of noble
Long forbidding fingers dig deep in,
Appearing black contrast on pale skin,
The puppeteer directs your gaze,
A brief view but the vision stays,
Ruinous renderings plague the brain,
His dark imprint now shall remain.
I saw a bee
I saw a bird
I saw a butterfly.
Each flew across the garden
Silent, harmless, good and clean
But far above a plane flew higher
Far from silent
Far from clean
Ruthless mankind’s smart intrusion
On God’s good and perfect scene.
all is perfection and beauty
for a pure and amicable vision
all is ugly for a defective soul
Picasso's fractured forms, a jagged, broken line,
A world of angles where my vision can't align.
I yearn for harmony, a smooth, unbroken flow,
But in your chaos, a hidden truth, I know.
Monet's light, a gentle caress, a soothing balm,
His brushstrokes whisper a calming, peaceful calm,
The water's surface is a shimmering, liquid dream,
Reflecting beauty, a world where all is serene.
Yet, beneath the surface, a current runs deep,
A hidden turmoil, secrets it won't keep.
The willow weeps, a silent, mournful sigh,
A testament to sorrow beneath a clear blue sky.
A ray of hope, a beacon in the night,
A fragile ember, struggling for its light.
I chase the shadows, but they cling to me,
A constant reminder of what I can't deny.
The beauty of imperfection beneath a painted sky.
“Lord of Light, with no hostility
Forge me as a sword of your tranquillity
To the kingdom of war, let me give a dove
Where there is hatred, let me give love
Where there is pain, let me offer forgiveness
Where there is depression, joyfulness
Where there is despair, let me bring hope and sight
In the empire of darkness, pure light”
The First Man, Wise Friend and Warrior of Might
Went down to the five kingdoms of night
“Unsurpassed Divinity of Light
May I have love as well as faith in the height
It is in giving that I receive
In sowing faith that I am graced to believe
Through loving my sons, I am loved with much rife
In pardoning, we are pardoned without strife
In death, we are reborn to eternal life”
With that, the tyrant prince was bound forever
Turn to the Light, so that your fetters may sever
I was inspired by meditating on the Prayer of St Francis of Assisi.
Sleep or sleepless nights
soft blanket white TV screen
sleep is all I want
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