TEARS
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like the morning mist
they vanish, leaving behind
a sense of peace born
I walked away not free from snags
caused by those in authority,
but to be free from cruelty
to save my spirit against evilness
And injustice in power's grip
Tied up by abusive six sprawling
division in command,
footsteps no trace, only an echo
weeping soul in the dusk!
Harsh words
dug deeper into my soul—
sickening insults
to my inner self—
a burden carried
within the shadowed kingdom.
So I just walked away,
to protect what is left in me:
my spirit,
which no man can ban
from entering
the paradise of sovereignty.
Walked away for peace!
They asked for a piece of my mind—
so I offered silence, wrapped in gold.
No rage, no clamor, no thunderclap,
just breath unbroken when the world turned cold.
Peace of mind isn't a destination,
but a pact with storms I’ve learned to outlast.
Not the absence of chaos—but grace,
in the moments I choose not to cast judgment, holding fast.
It's the stillness behind my steady stare,
the fire I tame, not the one I unleash.
It’s walking away when anger flares,
letting go of what I can’t reach, finding release.
I’ve stitched serenity from sorrow,
threaded calm through countless sleepless nights.
Peace, to me, isn't some distant tomorrow—
but daring to rest in fractured lights.
So if you want a piece of my mind,
you’ll find it in the way I pause,
in how I fold my fears like paper,
and whisper “soft” where there was “because.”
I’ll speak not to conquer, but to mend—
peace isn't passive, it’s power, my friend.
I can't escape hearing the voices.
Even when, I myself, am utterly alone,
Even when the plea for peace,
is threadbare, shredded into tatters
of shrugged-off 'don't matters'.
The child I once was,
clamors for wonder, mischief, and make-believe.
The critic leans back, arms-crossed,
primed to tear down every armistice deal.
The dreamer scatters blueprints
made of butterfly wings,
stalling, stalling,
for happenstance to lead the way.
The doubter folds paper chain dolls,
strung together with paperclip chains.
The judge bangs the gavel on the table, commanding:
"Enough of the blithering!"
"This piecemeal deal must be done—Today!"
The mirror shows I myself, splintered into
a bookcase of shadows, on the shelves.
In the High Court of Inner Appeal -
They beg to differ, plead to acquiesce,
to become as one,
all-inclusive, but failing —
Then, another shadow enters the room.
A tiny puppy wagging its tail!
Mind is at peace.
Peace is here, if you please!
The clouds once soothed my skin.
I breathed the wind rising high.
Shadows lingered deep within.
They vanish as light draws nigh.
Velvet silence softly spread.
Light came near with gentle steps.
Truth arrived in twilight’s cape.
A nebulous horizon where old light dies,
And silent Shadows from desire's mouth arise.
They press against the skin, a whisper in the ear,
Yet in their depths, a hidden strength appears.
I face their forms, no longer bound by flight,
And find my peace in the heart of endless night.
Night wraps me softly in her arms,
Whispering secrets, weaving charms.
She cradles echoes in my chest,
A quiet breath, a gentle rest.
Her cloak conceals my hidden scars,
Each one a story traced by stars.
She treads with footsteps calm and slow,
Through empty halls where shadows grow.
By day, she hides behind the sun,
But when the world is overrun,
She dons my borrowed, fragile face,
And offers me her silent grace.
Night knows the thorns beneath the rose,
The slipping joy no one else knows.
She listens close to muted pleas,
Embracing pain with quiet ease.
She gleams with memories deep and old,
And holds the dreams I dare not hold.
In her hush, my voice is slight—
A whispered prayer in endless night.
No bitterness within her reign,
Just soft release from aching pain.
She guards my tether, faint but bright—
My faithful friend in darkest night.
Within the circle’s quiet pulse lies a deeper truth:
when we shape our ways by kindness, trust takes root.
The classroom holds a sacred space,
where hearts find hope, and fears erase.
Not just a room with desk and board,
But a haven where the soul is restored.
A whisper heard, a glance that sees—
Each moment sown like sacred seeds.
Mistakes aren’t marks of shame or loss,
But stepping stones we gently cross.
With open hearts, we build, we mend,
And learn that truth is not the end.
In laughter shared, in silence deep,
We hold the dreams they dare to keep.
And every child, in their own way,
Is seen, is loved, is free to stay.
So may we teach not just with mind,
but with the grace that seeks to find
the spark in each unsure reply—
and raise it gently to the sky.
This is the place where peace is grown:
where every voice is heard and known.
No harsh words echo through these walls—
only gentle care as each one calls.
The teacher’s role is more than guide,
but keeper of peace and light inside.
A sanctuary, day by day—
where hearts are shaped in quiet ways.
~ Mellow Meditation ~
6/16/2025
To relax, to let it all go, it helps….. ah, so fulfilling.
To know, really know, I am enough, just stop proving!
To hear the sound of the bluebirds, so busy!
The cat purrs on my chest, so great being not in a tiizzy!
To not seek world approval for who I really am.
Is delicious, heavenly, relaxing, existential jam!
Be true to yourself
In joy and sorrow
For only you know
What you feel
Even if not why
So stand tall, head high
And remember to breathe
Free and easy
No matter what others
May think or say
Friend or foe
For they never know
What is both
In your heart and head
As the wind blows
Sun shines
Clouds form
And rain falls
Don’t forget who you are
And that it all depends
On a single breath…
(4/24/25)
Calm and quiet
No stress or worry
Soft sounds of nature
Calm, quiet, and relax
Like the hush of mobile crystals
stilling, inside a breezeless night
Like the echoes of distant stars
shimmying towards the moon
Its like tendrils of gray smoke
wafting through the temples
A silent Buddha contemplating
beneath the Bodhi tree of life
Inner peace can only be realized
through the senses and the chi
You can only hear its splendor
when your sitting on God's knee.
Peaceful mind is a worthy quality.
At rest, my body is the sum of air.
I will walk the road ahead tirelessly.
I can cross the shark's waters tall, no fear.
Belly rolls of laughter in the stillness.
Silence stunning, a strange symphonic muse.
Inwardly, absent wars construct wholeness.
Calm natures set creativity loose.
Nurture tranquil bases; struggle for peace.
Men are frothing waves tied to rebel seas.
Climb the mountain, nestle in the vale's crease.
Internal conflicts spur death and disease.
Herders and sages have found it by Starsearch -
solace can be won on this errant perch.
There’s no need to look further than this moment,
no need to reach or strive.
The spirit is here, as steady as your heartbeat—
gentle, like the warmth of hands intertwined,
as familiar as the ground beneath your bare feet.
Listen—
in the quiet between each thought,
a soft truth emerges, complete and unshattered,
reminding us:
you are already home.
I am going to draw koi fish on my nails.
Tiny little things, swimming free in a sea of blue
they can’t see the end of.
But I can.
Everything has an end.
You must remember - live life with your eyes set below that dark horizon.
Everything has an end.
Everyone has an end - a means they’re gunning towards.
Do not set theirs as yours.
I am going to draw koi fish on my nails
(rewarding in its effort and focus)
and for a moment,
I just bask in the sun shining in from the window,
broken up though it is by my blinds.
Sitting here, doing jackall, is rebellion.
I am the light of the sun.
I am my love for my friends.
I am my interests
(and you know the best part?
I have many yet to discover, many yet to be at).
I am all that I give and all that I wish and all I surround myself with.
I am the koi fish I draw on my nails.
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