HUMILITY FOUND
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When ego's fragile form begins to fade,
a limitless expanse of soul appears.
The boundaries that once bound and confined,
now stretch, expand, transform, and astound.
In losing the ego self, another universe is found,
a world of wonder, limitless, and esoteric.
The chains of comparison are severed;
they no longer bind, no longer suffocate either you or me.
The prison of competition is left behind,
unfettered, enlightenment grows.
In this vast and open place, humility also grows, and
a web of love and Divine interconnectedness prevail.
May we be reminded by ducks…
about our capability…
something we humans desperately need
call it a lesson in humility…
When we think we are the superior to ducks…
we need to stop and ask ourselves why…
It’s true we can both swim and walk…
but only one of us can fly.
HUMILITY FOUND
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When ego's fragile form begins to fade,
a limitless expanse of soul appears.
The boundaries that once bound and confined,
now stretch, expand, transform, and astound.
In losing the ego self, another universe is found,
a world of wonder, limitless, and esoteric.
The chains of comparison are severed;
they no longer bind, no longer suffocate either you or me.
The prison of competition is left behind,
unfettered, enlightenment grows.
In this vast and open place, humility also grows, and
a web of love and Divine interconnectedness prevail.
Humility
Radiating to you. My respect. Be a ruler heart
Oh, waited, loved love. Just mine. Slave a life
My tear is your rainbow in your light. Be a love
I want. I want a part. I want to respect. Just you
Yeah. Please, open the gate of your heart. Love
Be a love. The boss, and save your loss. A love
I need. I need a part. Respect and keep a love
Hmm. Wished. Just wished. Always. Your life
Tell me. How can I love? How can I respect you?
How? I don’t know the way to your heart. Hmm
No map, no key. I had a plan. Killed it, you will
Wish the lost lives. You were our life. Singing
We are waiting for you. The time of the past is so far. Dark love
Lives need you. Waiting for you with humility. Me too. Love
Change your life
Please
Hoped love
Find your way
I needed to be
Your humility
I needed to respect you
Time gone
Pay attention
Your life gone
My was yours
Respected you
Your love
The hat hangs on the wall,
not as a relic,
but as a witness—
to mornings that began before the sun
had made up its mind,
to arguments with weather
and the quiet pacts signed in sweat.
Below, the boots—
faded, cracked, obedient,
still loyal to the shape of a man
who walked with purpose,
even when purpose was
just getting through the day.
They are not symbols,
though we make them so.
They are not sacred,
though we treat them gently,
as if disturbing them
might sever the bond
that holds the past
to the present.
And yet—
the window is open.
The light is not wistful,
but new.
The boots do not mourn.
The hat does not sag.
They wait,
as all things wait
for the next hand,
the next step,
the next story
to begin.
humility is not ability, it is a buried treasure
not a talent, but a manifestation of love, flowing through man
Have you ever stood still—
noticing the sudden absence
of what once followed you everywhere?
We think we know the reason.
We stitch guesses into tidy shapes,
as if they could fill the hollow
left behind.
But truth is slippery—
most times,
we can’t hold it at all.
We are meant to lift each other,
not pile stones in the way
of someone else’s climb.
So—
gentleness can outlast anger.
A patient tone
travels farther than a shout.
Carry a lamp in open palms,
not judgment clenched in fists.
This was never a wage to earn—
only a space to offer,
and a gift that cannot be traded.
Perhaps the shadow withdrew
because the burden bent its back,
or because it needed
quiet hands
to piece together what had shattered.
And maybe—just maybe—
it will return,
changed by distance,
tempered by the places it’s walked.
Some still whisper in dim corners,
but the one who stepped away?
They speak now
where the light is full and warm.
Unlike a Spurgeon, I by dull words unfold
The limits of my Sarah's love for me,
But I realize that the rot and stink and mold
Are all within my mind, beneath my See.
There is no other person who can love
For me. It is my duty and my joy.
It is the Truth that True Love is made of
It is the difference of man from a boy.
I am no counter of the counterfeits
That weigh love by the dram of sweet words said,
But rather, I am one who from above
Receives the gifts whereby he bakes his bread.
Into the practical and humble things
I'll pour my Constancy and give love wings.
Humility is to apologize although it's rejected
Showing respect although you're disrespected
Being humble isn't something most practice in daily life
Most people focus on who was wrong and who was right
Humility is the hardest quality of character to apply
Imagine being honest with a person who constantly lie
Humility can be shown if assisted by the quality of love
You can't have one without the other their hand and glove.
Forgiveness is another sign that displays the quality of humility
To forgive and forget isn't something that's beyond our ability
We're taught by human nature to be on top and be elevated
That if you allow yourself to be humiliated that you'll never make it
Constant competition among the people in the world to be flawless
Pumped up ego, to be conceited, always being presumptuous
We do all of this just to be knocked back down to ground level
Is it really worth it to imitate the characteristics of the devil?
Tribute to my Poet Angel
5/24/2025
I never espected to be blessed by a Poet Angel here.
But this is composed for him, who calms my tears and fears.
No, we two, do not get caught in that net to read each other daily!
But he’s always at my side, for immense requests, to soothe my soul, gayly!
When he comments, it is never in a hurry, like an icy, two word, stamp!
I do forget all he has done and no, boring robotic, comments are not his way.
The absence of arrogance, true friendship blooms for us~in this month of May.
Great people, like him, that make life so full, may he be blessed in everyway!
5/24/2025
There is a road travelled by just a few
It's a beautiful road, but it's not new
Many of us refuse to take this 'high road'
It often requires carrying a heavy load
Even though it is assessable night and day,
This road never gives anyone a freeway
We cannot travel this road with pride;
And selfishness too, must be set aside
On this road, only the humble can ride
Without humility, none are allowed to drive.
I don't think about Tr*** often
I don't like to
My guess is a third of you
are at this time
ticked
triggered
troubled
torn
turned off
or
tickled
Avery few feel that
tripled in spades
And the rest have buckled up
in a mingled mess of
confusion
curiosity
or careless concern
Take your pick
Only the most humble
learn their lessons anyway,
and earn a table
at the hearts of the yearning
We're all hurting
If only we could learn to listen
Socrates to Plato
Emerson to Thoreau
When the student is ready, the teacher will appear
Invaluable lessons will be on display for him to feel, see, and hear
Ali to Larry
Jordan to Kobe
If the student is willing, he will do the valiant work
He would rather not be the teacher; instead, he aims to show his worth
Picasso to Warhol
James to Michael____
Teacher to student
From shadow to lucent
Teacher to student
From unwise to prudent
A smart man studies and learns from the best
He knows and respects the work and readies himself for his test
Defeat and failure grow people sad,
Neither cultivating humble instead
Humble, the core elements of humility
With self-restraint and obeying the reality
The pros and cons of oneself accepted
As well as other people's interests recognized
Humility contributing harmony to a community
While arrogance bringing in animosity
I have once been in a hierarchical situation
Where is full of ad lip ranks and disdain
I have been in the free countries with kin
Having been upholding fairness doctrines
The best I wise up, the less I clear
Of these If I ought to be humble, or despair
I've been in a city
In this city
They won't let you grow
Even when it's your time to flow
They're always against your glow
Steadily wanna make you slow
Always wanna keep you low.
People ride against good
Then protect wrongs
Feeling stronger
By hurting another
Laughing and bullying
Taking advantage
Whosoever is simple and live with humility.
The less privilege
Their preys
Steadily taking advantage
Of the poor and powerless
They Wanna be God
They're so ruthless
Even when them got weaknesses.
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