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Do you want to be accepted?
It's such a concept
But do you know before we want to be accepted by others
We have to accept ourselves?
Do we deem we are less significant than others?
Where do you base that?
God has created you and I as equal
So is everyone else
What God deems important cannot be insignificant in the eyes of someone - least of all - you
Don't short sell yourself
You are so worthy that you don't even know it
You are worthy to me and I can name a few others if I have a mind to
You are worthy to yourself
Did you help yourself this morning?
Getting dressed, eat...
So there
You are worthy
Don't let anybody else tell you differently
You have a mind of your own, body, spirit
And a unique personality
No one is like you
You can search high and low and will never find anyone like you
So why do you say you are not significant, unique
When you find another one like you, you let me know, okay?
But for now I will think of you as awesome, one of a kind
And you make my world go round
Enough of this?
I will not stop if you don't stop your thinking
Ha and you try to convince me
Come,
All of you, my brothers and my sisters,
Let us join hands and march on God's path,
The divine path,
The one that would lead us into His arms
Whether you are:
Christian
Moslem
Hindu
Buddhist
Shich
Jew
Animist, or
Of any other religious persuasion.
Come,
You are all invited
You are all welcome
You are all needed.
We need each one of you
We need your presence
Your help
Your energy
Your enthusiasm,
Therefore,
Let us join our forces
For
We all are God's children, and He loves all of us the same,
No matter what our nationality,
Our color
Our creed, or
Our status.
Come,
Let us embark on Faith's boat and sail over the enormous
Ocean of spirituality,
Keeping our eyes on the lighthouse of love,
The only lighthouse able to lead us
Into the blessed harbor of understanding
Of acceptance,
Of compassion,
Of peace and of
Universal brotherhood.
Come,
My brothers and my sisters, come,
The future of humanity depends on
Your arrival
For
To end the reign of war, division and
Hate!
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© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 March 2023
I stand here weeping, alone, and numb
in this opaque light. The visitors have left-
my masquerade of acceptance, with them.
Their words of comfort did hypnotize me-
for a while- with smiles, even some laughter-
friends, family- looking to mix and catch up,
making it feel like a reunion party-
milling, shaking hands- hugging, kissing.
They're gone. Now, this painful reality rules.
I kneel here forlorn, bereft, in front of you-
one hand on the dark mahogany veneer
of your everlasting, lifeless resting place-
the other on your cold, once-loving, hands
that held and comforted me with warmth.
I bend to kiss your lips- caress your cheek.
Oh, death, you slipped in like a silent thief.
The sky suddenly turns blue-ebony
and matches the deep, dark obscurity
in my soul- and my shattered heart crumbles-
as I walk away to now face life- after the party.
May 28, 2017
Contest: The Clearing
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
ZEN is a type of Buddhism that seeks enlightenment
through simple meditation and relaxation,
it is a sweet journey to self-contemplation.
I seek my inner quiet place
my ZEN, is where I am free of fear and worry.
It is my place of calmness, acceptance and balance-
in only five or ten minutes stress floats away.
Sit or lay on the floor or ground,
empty your mind of all thoughts,
shut down your to-do-list,
stop replaying unpleasant memories.
(Oh, thinking of nothing is difficult!)
Just focus on your breathing, inhale, exhale, slowly
create a mantra, a word or phrase (beautiful)
and each time your mind wanders, call it back . . .
Give yourself time for stillness,
seek your morals buried deep within-
Strength, courage, tranquility, serenity, forgiveness,
acceptance, surrender . . .
now come with me and just let go.
____________________
April 11, 2017
Didactic/Where Did I Put My Zen
Copyright Protected, ID 891636
Be Didactic
John Anderson
Tenth Place
Mind racing with horrid thoughts of this so-called end time
not knowing what to believe from all the hearsay floating
The chatter has gotten louder no matter the source, true
or false has always been the questions with no answer
sounding safe to trust.
People driving around looking for households items they
assume will run out of stock. Fearing not having enough
survivor products to keep a sense of safety in case of a
major catastrophic event. Fear has always been the worst
enemy of any time in history.
A planted seed of something disastrous used to get unconscious
minds of the fearful to conjure that illusion as a manifestation.
Quiet way to use most unknowingly in a worldwide ritual. This
has/need to stop, people wake up. Change fear and grief to
power of love. Yes, it can be difficult, learn to overwrite fear.
A conscious mind in coherence with a healed heart is the manna,
the kingdom, and the heavens within. The balance of the emotions
are the acceptance of a emulsion(duality) of light and dark which
give comprehension to the flow (polarity) of positive and negative;
yes, ups and downs are normal.
There is a world within our language that’s we’ve spoken since our childhood…
but when it is misused…does more harm than good.
DIFFERENT is the word and I wonder…wouldn’t it cause less fuss…
If when we saw another person…we didn’t see them as different from us.
For when we see someone as different…fear seeps into our hearts and minds
and where there’s fear…animosity and hatred and prejudice…are not often far behind.
What starts out merely as a way to tell me apart from you…and you apart from me…
somehow ends up with each of us treating the other differently.
We end up in a world of labels…a world of discrimination…of chaos and entropy…a world of injustice, a world of oppression…a world of wars and bigotry.
A world where suspicion and distrust rule…and seeds of animosity are sown…all because we find traits in others….that are different from our own.
What if there was a different word than different that would help our thinking to revise?
That would allow us to look upon each other with less judgmental eyes…
What if we weren’t afraid of our differences…but reveled in their mystique?
What if instead of seeing others as different…we saw each other as UNIQUE?
Perhaps then we‘d focus less on the differences and become more aware
of not only each other’s uniqueness…but what that uniqueness has to share.
He or she is different…Do you hear how in that word hoe negativity abounds?
He or she is unique….Do you hear how wonderful that sounds?
I magine, by now, you’re thinking how different I am…perhaps you’re disagreeing…wondering how I can hope and pray for a world there’s no chance I will be seeing.
Yes…as I hope to live in a world where people are more accepted and their differences less critiqued….you may call me different…but I prefer the word…unique.
Acceptance
These eyes of mine are opening - slowly closing on the dreams
I have woven, – dreams of hope and happiness, it now seems,
are coming to an end, just like this summer of glorious elations.
I feel there is nothing more – no reason for further expectations
as I feel you slipping back – to what once was – into the shadows.
I cherish summers joy, it’s pleasure – lost ?, where ?, - who knows.
I feel – for you – I hold no intrigue, no fascination,
no passion, no attraction, no inspiration
– so many restrictions, so many contradictions –
flows from these waters deep, for the one I know not.
I do still – even though I know – want to give all I got
to you – evenings filled with the most beautiful sun sets
this old world has ever known, a world without the frets
that come in twilight hours, in the darkest of nights,
during the midnight hour, in early mornings lights,
all those hues painted across the face of dawn,
colours one can bring into your life, brightly shone
upon your heart, your soul and into your spirit.
Under rainbow coloured skies, with you I’d love to sit.
Love Bill .
B. J. “A ” 2
November 16th 2006
All my life I’ve loved to draw…the many people and things in front of me.
The only problem is the things I draw…don’t always look like what I see.
It seems it should be easy which is why I do not understand
how the beauty I see before me gets distorted by my hands
I can draw the sun, a house, and occasionally…a cloud
but all my other drawings would only make Picasso’s mother proud.
My drawings might be simple, they might be incoherent and raw
but that does not deter me…for I still love to draw.
All my life I’ve loved to dance…the moment I feel the beat
but it’s hard to find the right rhythm when I was born with two left feet.
When people see me dancing (trust me it’s not a pretty sight)
they usually call for a doctor and ask if I’m all right.
My movements might be simple…might make some think I’m in a trance
but that does not deter me…for I still love to dance.
All my life I’ve loved to sing…how I envy all the birds….
for they like me are happy singing when they don’t know all the words.
I think of myself as a nightingale whose voice is beautiful once let loose…
but from what I’ve been told by others…I sound more like a goose.
My voice may sound more like a bird who has a broken wing….
but that does not deter me…for I still love to sing.
I was lucky that a long time ago I came to understand
I don’t need to be an artist, a professional dancer or a singer in a band.
For despite my little drawbacks I am as happy as a clam
Happy drawing and dancing and singing…just the way I am.
Before this election:
I truly believed most people are kind, loving and accepting
and the future of our country was bright.
And that after the election I would take great pleasure
when I was proven to be right.
I believed kindness, love and acceptance
would find their way into the ballot box…
I believed that…in a majority of people in this country
these feelings were quite strong.
But after this election…
it grieves me to know that I was proven wrong.
I believe this country is heading in the wrong direction…
In my heart this feeling is quite strong….
And, yes, I know the majority of people in this country
believe that I am wrong.
But I believe for a country
without love, kindness and acceptance in it’s heart
the future is anything but bright….
and I will take no pleasure
if I am proven to be right.
Time, in equal proportions of 24 hour periods,
has been granted as a gift to all mankind and species.
In totality of amounts in our entire life, our gift of time varies,
and at times, we question the reasons why but manage acceptance.
Air or the oxygen we breathe in and out is another magnanimous gift
that is easily taken for granted, but without which life would not exist.
"We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out".* While here, we obtain many things as a result of returns upon our efforts and work. However, it has long been an accepted fact that the things we treasure most are the things we cannot buy, earn, or make. When we come to die, our accomplishments and achievments fade in the face of the things that we want most to be surrounded by. Family, Friends, Other Christians, God's Presence. Indeed, these are life's greatest gifts and treasures.
When born into this world, we are gifted with things never imagined upon leaving the haven of our mother's womb which we had come to know and treasure for months. Yet, such wonderful gifts awaited us without which we would not have survived. Things(Gifts) such as warmth, food, and shelter; coverings, smiles, and loving touches of love. Truely, life is all about 'The Giving'.
061820Ctest, Gifts, Anthony Biaanco. 5P
*Bible, 1 Timothy 6:7