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A Reason for Seasons

A reason for Seasons,

All things have their season, everything happens for a reason,
Existence is teasing us,
Pleasing us in return, 
Our flame continues to burn, 
As we turn into the experience,
Taking chance after chance,
Growing into a dance,
A romance with life,
Fighting for flight,
Shining bright,
Fruits hold on tight,
Excited for the harvest,
Only when it's ripist,
Will it taste the best,
The beating in your chest,
Experiences the rest,
As you test the waters,
Tasting the wonders,
A roar thunders through the realm,
Awareness at the helm,
Awakening earths element,
You are what I meant,
Walking the firmament,
Lying dormant,
Wondering where it went,
The reason you were sent,
A changing environment,
Soon to be forgotten, 
As the rest of the fruit lies rotten,
Feeling downtrodden,
Pushed to the end,
Until life sends a spark,
Lifting us from the dark, 
To embark on a new season,
A reason for being,
Seeing love in everything,
Singing for all to see,
The new growth on your tree.

Thanx for the spark Soulsters?

Have a beautiful day

The Journey Within

Shall I embark on a dangerous journey -
    into the realm within?
I pretend to know it, 
    but it is largely unexplored.
Much of it abandoned and forgotten,
    cordoned off and forsaken,
      with signs that say, "Warning: Keep Out".
    Deep caves and winding caverns,
      hide a variety of ogres and fiends: 
        the monsters of memory,
        the demons of despair,
        the devils of desire and disappointment,
        the dark angels of anger and abuse.
Could it be that among these treacheries,
    I might also discover
      overlooked hidden treasures:
        vulnerability,
        kindness and empathy
        and, just maybe, even 
the forgotten capacity to love?

Our Better Angels

Sometimes our minds speak to us,  
Summoning us to embark on their journey,  
They show us the pathway to the light;  
It is our choice if we wish to remain in the night.

Within us, the good hides in the chamber,  
Struggling to put the bad to rest.  
Sometimes the latter is recalcitrant and willful;  
The responsibility is ours to give room for the former to be dutiful.

There’s a gathering of our conflicting emotions outside the window,
Recriminations blooming in the meadow.  
Tendrils of darkness entangle our thoughts and minds,  
Conflicts arise in various kinds.

Yet within us is the light that brightens the gloomy day,  
Leading us to the luminous pathway.  
Our better angels are the stars that adorn the night sky;  
They are the heart’s silent cry.


August 3, 2025.

Those passing days we had to lived through

Greetings, joyous May!  
Welcome, enchanting Month of May!  
What wisdom and wonders do you bring to light?  

Reflecting on the frosty days of January, the playful pulse of February, and the turbulent winds of March—  
As we embrace the dawn of a new beginning,  
What treasures do you hold  
That January, February, and March  
Could not unveil, not even a whisper of inner peace?  

In April, we received forgiveness for our transgressions,  
While February fluttered with romance, only to see love slip away like sand through our fingers.  
March, oh March, was a whirlwind of calamities and chaos.  
Can you, dear May, offer us the promise of tranquility and solitude?  

With a canvas painted in vibrant zinnias, golden daffodils, and fragrant roses—  
As we forge ahead, wrapped in the warmth of Mother Nature's love and beauty,  
We embark on an inspiring journey filled with hope and renewal.  

May! Are we truly ready to embrace your arrival?

Shattered Dreams In The Sky

Dreams were shattered like glass shards,
As innocent lives were pushed into the jaws of death.
Some doctors, engineers, accountants, and bards,
Extinguished were the candles of their breath.

A wife was on her way to meet her spouse,
While the daughters and sons aspired to study abroad,
Alas! Fate destroyed someone's beautiful house, 
As the passengers were destined to embark on a journey to God. 

Shocking news that sent waves of grief,
To all the mourners of the deceased,
A plane that crashed after its departure brief,
Time itself seemed to have ceased. 

Every single drop of blood is precious 
And so is every soul,
Let us tear down the wall of pride and status. 
Saving humanity should be our ultimate goal.

JOURNEY WELL

THE TIME HAS COME TO MOVE ON AND TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER 
TO EXPLORE THE UNKNOWN AND EMBARK ON A NEW ADVENTURE

TO BE VULNERABLE AND TAKE RISKS
TO WIN TO LOSE

 TO HAVE IN ABUNDANCE AND TO GO WITHOUT

TO TAKE AN UNKNOWN PATH AND NOT KNOW WHERE IT WILL LEAD YOU

WHICHEVER DOOR YOU PICK, WALK THROUGH IT WITH COURAGE AND FAITH

knowing by which all is known

Flow of God’s life force, in this form of dust,
enables us to ink the void with love,
requiring but we discard deeds unjust,
that boons of grace may in-pour from above.
Innate joy of heart ushers bliss delight,
that as we embark on a wingless flight,
there is in us no fear, since God is near,
speaking as conscience, whose whispers we hear.

New year Eve delight

Midnight's zero hour draws ever near,
With bated breath, we await the cheer for new year .
Unfazed by cold, our spirits run high,
As nostalgia whispers sweet and bitter sighs. 

Everyone hustles for parties, friends, and family
Gathering to cherish moments, dancing to music's melody.
The celebration euphoric, a grand adieu to the past,
Honoring 2024, as it leaves us at last.
Bonfires blaze, cheering the new year's entry,with glee,
firecrackers' burst ,a spectacle to behold in wild  spree
Revellers fill the streets, a cacophony of delight,
A standing ovation for 2025, shining bright.
With promises renewed, we solicit blessings divine
For peace and happiness in the world to refine .
As the Sun rises above the horizon with radiant light,
We embark on a fresh journey, filled with delight. 

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You live like this, sheltered in a delicate world crafted from dreams and illusions

You live like this, sheltered in a delicate world crafted from dreams and illusions,
Believing you are truly living, while your steps are guided by routine,
But then you open a book... or embark on an unexpected journey,
And discover that you are not living, but hibernating, asleep in an apparent silence.
The symptoms of hibernation are easy to spot: first, the restlessness that haunts you,
The second symptom (when hibernation becomes dangerous and can degenerate into death):
The absence of pleasure, of the joy that once filled the cups of your soul,
That is all.
It seems like a harmless disease, a virus of monotony, boredom, slow death,
Millions live like this (or perhaps die like this) without knowing,
They work in offices, drive cars, have picnics with their families,
Raise children and wait for times to change.
And then, a shock treatment occurs, a person, a book, a song,
And it awakens them, saves them from the death that enveloped them like a veil,
But some never awaken, remaining asleep in their silent slumber,
In a world where only shadows speak of the life that could have been.

My crooked heart

My crooked heart
A tempest beat to a falling stride,
To whom may embark on this funny ride?
Bee nature's guide to see you rise—
So much beauty in plain sight.
What if it seems all but lies?
Yes, lies! For they are as crooked as the Maker’s ways.
Don't be fractured by nature's game.
Have you seen its ways?
So unlawful, it preys away.
Ohh, the ways of its gaze,
A globe so small in million ways.

Let me tell you about nature's gaze:
Tomorrow’s mirror lays in waste,
For guilty pleasure but a center stage.
Dance and celebrate—so naive, they came to play.
Let me hold you in place; don’t lose your faith.
Yes, you. For you are safe in grace.
I hope so. Hmm!
But you danced on its grave and thought it went unnoticed?

By P. Fualem

Redemption

Wandering, searching for the wind
An empty vessel, lost adrift.
Steering toward a forgotten shore,
To a place that deals only in absolutes,
Where no storm shall cloud our path.

When we wake from the slumber of darkest night
There is glory in the redemption of dawn
Rising anew to embark on a sacred descent,
As the day crescendos in majestic hues,
Hypnotic, dissolving into the horizon

Thought of the day

first clean the mirror, to behold God in clear sight ~
next, break the mirror; embark on a wingless flight

Going On A Journey

Give me your hand, let's pause in time
As we embark on paths sublime
Fear not, dear one, just follow through
We'll break free from this world anew

Release your fears, let worries fade
Like shadows that no longer shade
I'll stand beside you, guard your way
And pierce through darkness day by day

When breath seems scarce in troubled air
I'll be your oxygen, I swear
Together bound by common fate
Our passion burns, it cannot wait

If weary legs begin to fold
And vigor dims on roads untold
Remember Earth's unending space
Move forward with undying grace

Should you choose to persevere
Through storms that make the path unclear
Just reach for me, our spirits free
We'll race through life in harmony

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Cycle of Existence

“The cycle of existence is a mysterious meadow. The hands of nature and time hold sway.” 
                   - Quote by Poet 

We don’t see everything in the cycle of existence,  
However, some things become visible at our insistence.  
The cycle of existence is a vast sea,
What lies in its depths is too numerous to see.  

The cycle of existence is an endless ring,  
Engraved upon it are all that we bring.  
The writings depict the soul’s travails,  
Some of which tell dark tales.  

In the cycle of existence, there are many pieces to bring together,
Hope helps us feel better.  
As we journey toward the light,  
We cast away the garments of night.  

In the cycle of existence, the unseen shapes the day, 
We’re confronted by its display.  
We ask the Divine to help us,  
As we embark on the dawn bus.


November 21, 2024.

Random and New

Every so often in life,
New opportunities and people come along,
Making you feel at home,
As though you actually belong.

That old life you had,
You most definitely will not miss,
Won't believe you ever settled,
To feel anything less than this.

"What's for you, won't go by you",
My gran always used to say,
All the best, I wish you well,
With whatever you choose today.

So why not take a wild chance,
Embark on something random and new,
Might be the best, exciting thing,
That you could ever do.

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