While you are young and alive
Do not philosophize
Let monks introspect
Their ‘defects’ correct
Run free as the wind
Fear not the occasional stray
Repent them straightaway
~ Embrace the hallowed day
I look at my soul killing its flaws. I appreciate it and let it do so. But when I came back to earth to show them a perfect human, I realized my mistakes made me who I am. Without my flaws, I am just a perfect human—but not me.
The fiery tiger lilies upon greenest stems are blossoming
As the sunset behind the gray clouds is dimly glowing.
Gratitude for how every one of us just keep on growing.
Are you educated or just literate
Can you replicate or do you just imitate
Are you original or do you plagiarize
Do you comprehend or do you just memorize
How many of your aims are on target
If your reverence for God is on a budget
Are you given to greater works
Or are you wallowing in the allure of the perks
Do you have the wit, grit and courage
Enough to complement your knowledge
A fervency that this cold world can't quell
And the shrewdness to ruthlessly sell
Though you outsmarted and are outsmarted
The soldiering on isn't for the faint hearted
But in Christ there is strength for our weakness
And great power wrapped in meekness
Life is life in the way it engages and involves
And here we are, sent as sheep among wolves
It seems towards us is the danger most dangerous
But be that as it may, we are more than conquerors
K. Muitherero.
The wind
is an agent of change
so I face it
head on
and welcome its
cold embrace
its cleansing properties
its whirling breath
that chafes my skin
and chills my core
and I ask it to change me
and it always obliges.
The shores
in my world
are cluttered
with driftwood
scattered in piles
along the dunes
and their twisted
sea-shaped and
sand-worn elegance
always calls to me
in their stranded
moments of grace.
What are we doing?what is our goal in life?
To look most appealing in front of all?
Be the topper in all? Have most money and fame?
To be praised by everybody?
We dress up well, attempt to look the best with makeup
and visits to beauty parlours and doctors
We run throughout the day to earn tons and tons of money
attempt to gain knowledge of many things
all in a bid to reach the apex, to impress others.
In the whole process we lose out on
our health and happiness
If we could be just ourselves
And enjoy life in a relaxed way
Doing whatever gives us happiness and bliss
Pursuing our passions
Not copying others but following our mind
and leading life our way
We will be healthier, happier lot!
It's time we did some introspection!
When I look into your windows to see inside your soul,
I sometimes have to wonder what is looking back at me...
is it friend or foe?
I mean is it smiling pretty with no falseness in its transparent
veins? Or is it sinister? Is it a soul without a name?
Sometimes it is hard to tell within a world that we think
we know so well.
Do I see a soul that wants to make hell, or make
a heaven of hell?
Sometimes I have to turn this same introspect back
upon myself.... to check my personal motivations for things
that I myself may do.
To correct my own personal agenda in order to see things
more clearly concerning the Kingdom of Heaven, to see all
that is true, good and possible within the Father's realm.
faith, you kill spiders and cry
faith, you won’t ask questions
how can you not care why?
you listen everyday to everything
as if it suits you at all
faith
sight, you see light where none shines
sight, your vision reflects
the earth’s glow through my blinds
but do you present my chagrin across
and how do you really love?
sight
soul, my tear-soaked little child
soul, you take in this world
with time you’ve grown mild
as you throw away scars and words and days
though I know, you’ll never change
soul
heart, I betray you, I know
heart, you’ve stood by my life
and it’s chains bind you so
I’ve scrawled missives on your walls, where they’ll stay
a thousand days passed known by
heart
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