I collect kindred spirits . . .
friends who become like family
people congenial and compatible
honest, trustworthy, compassionate
people akin with me in many ways
bound and amalgamated in thinking
affiliated, unified in most things
we are stuck like glue . . .
think and feel things, emotional
though, at times have different viewpoints
which we each respect
we love the same things
birds, fauna, walking, nature
gardening, art, music, hearty debates, writing
and talking over coffee for hours
and thus we are forever
kindred spirits . .
KINDRED SPIRITS
alienation
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impressions
drawing
enthusiastic
inspiration
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ever growing
intellectual
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graphic
pseudonym
insights
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diligently
familiar
resemblance
Puffed with warmth for my birthday dinner treat
0n the plate of a pure veg restaurant
Tempting entree ignites the classy taste,
A delight, each bite, spread with tamarind chutney,
Together with kindred sharing stories
Of flavour, care and chefs` talents.
Savoury paneer masala
And dal makhani* served with mutter pulao
Make the main course, added with garlic nan,
Oozing with taste, a real relish,
Side-lined with pickled onions and rice kheer as desert,
A feast for the senses, a love we all share.
*Slow-cooked black lentils
Child of nature exudes harmony.
At peace with creatures large and small.
Pure heart and genuine enchantment.
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*Kindred Spirits*
I am often labeled as possessing "special" needs, and while there lies a kernel of truth within that phrase, the needs which burn brightest in my core are no different than yours, dear friend. Just as you crave acceptance, I ache for it too; a longing that colors every sunrise and sunset I witness in this grand tapestry called life.
Like you, I dream of companionship forged through laughter and shared confidences, bonds that render the weight of solitude obsolete. And just as knowledge illuminates the path ahead for anyone brave enough to pursue it, I yearn for chances to learn and grow, to fill the wellspring of my mind with wisdom gained through experience and discovery.
In classrooms filled with desks of various sizes, I sit, eager to absorb lessons tailored to nurture my unique potential. Though some tasks prove elusive, my spirit remains undeterred, for I understand that progress is not measured solely by speed, but by the indelible steps we take towards becoming the best versions of ourselves.
Kindred Spirit
Mirrored reflections ingrained in our fate ,
Her thoughts shining inward designed to sedate ,
Heart beats sings softly with thunderous tunes,
Storms infiltrate morning as we strive to assume,
Relentless intentions meant to keep us immune,
We stare at the full moon it’s light our cocoon.
So travel so softly & reach for the stars ,
Our fiercest intentions as viewed from afar ,
The timely demise of what we hold dear ,
We look to the cosmos to explain all our fears.
God’s ongoing redemption of our actions & cost ,
We pray to recover all that’s been lost.
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dazzling frothy dolphin dives in dual dynamic with daughter
I marvel at their beauty, and their diving prowess
They astound, astonish, delight and disarm me
I feel one with them, a kindred dolphin
My kindred spirit soars in search of you
above the clouds it roams amongst the blue.
Or dives beneath the oceans darkest night
before it surges forth again in flight.
Connecting with another brings a new
beginning of a friendship that is true.
Like-minds that understand the words I write
our vision for each other kept in sight.
Our spirit's bound together mine and yours
in prose or verse my kindred spirit soars.
Kindred
Hooks and loops
Laced the path
Burning minds
Torching trusts
Tightened lasso
Strangling hopes
Frail words
Breaking bonds
I had never been able to attribute
A face to my soulmate
My guiding star to a better being and self
With whom I can be myself
Awaken my inner child
Be vulnerable and wild
Without fear of retribution or judgement
Twin flames ignited by a cosmic bond
That transcends human comprehension or sense
A platonic connection between two best friends
Kindred spirits fated to true love
Persisting through the ravages of time
Into a pure spiritual plane
Of all the months of any season,
I treasure October days the best.
We both understand our time is short,
and have not a moment’s time to rest.
We must each shine our brightest,
before our final flame burns down.
And we begin to spark and flicker,
fading away without a sound…
a kind of sweet auric affinity,
a common pheromone release,
genes sprout in blooming season,
minds bolster their flower heads
and reach for the sun, together.
mutual survival and endurance,
like that souls find a prototype
of their compatible energy,
the bodies not nearly related,
like roots upholding their variety.
different but oh, so similar.
we find ourselves in another,
a spirit and being that mirrors
you, your interests, your soul.
a missing half that completes.
one who lives beyond oceans,
who was once a stranger- whom
you never expected to meet, yet
a bond blessed by the celestials,
a kinship congealed with amity.
for those who found a kindred soul,
you must have greeted them like
a long, lost friend; you call them
you soulmate, soul companion,
soul sister ? cherish them.
I believe nature is our teacher
that there are lessons in her trees...
in her flowers...
in her animals...
in her oceans...
in her seas...
She teaches us how life is beautiful...
how it’s wonderful to be alive.
She teaches us we need each other
in order to survive.
She teaches us how we’re all kindred spirits
every you…
and every I
How we’re meant to live harmoniously
with each other
with her winds...
her stars...
her sky…
But some of us have not been listening…
Some of us simply disobey…
Some of us seem to have forgotten…
Some of us have gone astray
Nature, however, is hopefully optimistic…
She knows if we will only heed her call
and practice the lessons she is teaching
she’ll make kindred spirits of us all.
I am drawn like a magnet
to this one tree I pass by
in my lone walks in the woods
even as I try to hide my thoughts
among the distant somber clouds.
I feel kindred to this tree.
It stands solitary but haughty
like a royal sentry to the wild grasses,
formidable in silent intensity,
a sculptor's work in progress.
Its profound tranquility calls out to me.
I am drawn to the inner strength it permeates
as the summer breeze beckons us both,
kindred spirits aching to believe and seek out
respite from yawning shadows, fleeting they may be.
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Maybe you were once a person of royalty
Waltzing with a once commonfolk me.
Maybe you and I were so in love,
As we walked quietly beneath the stars.
Maybe you and I have know one another before,
Although it was likely so long ago, especially in a different form.
Maybe you and I are meant for each other,
But fated is our affinity, to be but a subtle recalling of our place in eternity.
Maybe we’ll never remember, but even now we still
Sense the splendor of who we once were.
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