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I pray that we be ever connected
Now and always, no time excepted
Unbroken awareness, divine entwined
Love enabled, with ego declined
I pray that we be ever connected
Now and always, no time excepted
As a non-doer, yet doing with zest & zeal
All circumstances holding equal appeal
I pray that we be ever connected
Now and always, no time excepted
Dispersing among all, the fragrance divine
Self surrendered, knowing that all is thine
I pray that we be ever connected
Now and always, no time excepted
Be I fearless, desireless & empathetic
Accepting life as it is, joyously ecstatic
I pray that we be ever connected
Now and always, no time excepted
May I be equal in both victory and defeat
Ego surrendered, with divine joy replete
I pray that we be ever connected
Now and always, no time excepted
May I respect the journey of each spirit
Judging in no one, neither fault nor merit
I pray that we be ever connected
Now and always, no time excepted
Be I devoid of feral lust & gross greed
Loving embrace in thought, word & deed
I pray that we be ever connected
Now and always, no time excepted
Unseeking seeker, unexpectant yet ready
A detached observer, tranquil & steady
I pray that we be ever connected
Now and always, no time excepted
May in all realms be I so enabled
That my ego’s agenda be never tabled
I pray that we be ever connected
Now and always, no time excepted
Trustingly unhurried about my attainment
Content in Universe bestowed enablement
31-August-2020
her untamable sakura spirit
glows like sweet scents
of petrichor peace,
perfumed in jasmine water,
whilst there’s no path
to golden rays of sunlight,
she shines for the elite vines
trailing through silver
gates of heaven.
and when the sky is a sea
of lilac lanterns,
and mauve mists,
shifting amidst
raining rhinestones
etched with mood-swings,
she remembers~
God as the choreographer
the mindful maestro,
tranquilizing trees tangled
with roots of torment.
but chocolate cosmos
remain blindfolded
by pearly lilies,
as the salmon-hued
bird of paradise
blossoms from
neglected lines
of caramelized skin,
she still sprouts in solitude,
delicate but
powerfully growing
from sepia roots
of grief and regrets,
lessons learned
through wisteria wisdom
earned from
turmeric truth,
and holistic hymns of the
almighty that echo
in captivating cadence~
as spiritual songs
of sepals flourish
amidst withering petals,
there her frost-bitten
soul found a healing field
in a poetic reverie,
where lyrical lines
float above mulberry meadows,
sowing hyacinth herbs of kindness~
painting petunias in patience,
silently sprinkling
enticing anemones
as an inevitable sign
of eternal hope to freedom.
A poetic earth that shall remain
untouched amidst the cruel wind
that blow it’s way through,
while lakes of longing
emanate soulful sagas,
synchronized from strings
of moon-kissed stars,
unfurling light when darkness
dwell upon dreary hearts.
Mother-nature, compassionate
spirit,
I hear her plea for
empathetic emeralds,
engrossed with
righteous rubies,
from topaz tenderness.
here, in singing silence,
I stretch my heart to
seraphic spheres,
for she lies in solitary stillness.
Let the beating hearts
of walking silhouettes
manifest silken fate for her
divine aura.
Rivers may no longer flow,
and flowers may
no longer be fragrant,
but faith shall
never be perished,
and the wildest forests
of her heart shall forever
flare evergreen
dreams of tomorrow.
Unmet expectations damage your demanding mind,
your senses become the fast spreading wild fire.
Uncontrolled, it boils the blood of your intrinsic pride,
and as it flares up, it burns my gentle demeanor.
Its ferocity blazes the bonhomie of bonding chords,
my life turns into an urn filled with your ill feeling.
Your flashing eyes can’t conceal you seethe inside,
generate an inferno of malice for me in your heart .
The twisted tongue spills out your sentiments so sadistic,
smeared with the vicious venom of your malicious mind.
The scorched petals of my floral essence are dislodged
to feel the dreams turn into debris, suffering in silent pain.
I pray to God to give me the strength of tolerant psyche
and the acuity of empathetic acumen to sense that
“the only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”
So, the spontaneous spurt of imbibed divine forgiveness
emanates from the fountain of my benign soul,
and I perceive my genial mind evade the pangs of agony.
Wails of agony and anguish;
a tender fawn lies to languish.
Crippled by a car, on a wreck-less drive,
this fragile life, cannot survive.
In a cacophony of empathetic pain
birds echo with a shrill refrain.
A pall of sadness rustles in the breeze;
a gentle heart, settles to his knees.
A single shot, a force, a blast,
an eerie solemn stillness, filled the woods at last.
He's a certified loner
Very Independent
Always doing everything
Without anyone support
Without confiding in any
Due to betrayals in the past
Always focusing on personal interests.
A self consultant
Always talking to self
Many label him crazy while bullying
From their own awareness
They're not aware of his pains and shames
He's always consulting himself
No longer trust people with his weaknesses.
Always staying in his lane
Without any complain
Already use to the pains
Confidentially walking around
With scars from trauma and betrayals
He rides in solitude, a deep thinker very empathetic.
I met a police Lieutenant who became my loving friend
He volunteered his help with a serious case of mine
It all revolved around trauma in my childhood
He understood and validated issues more than anyone
He listened to years of information with full attention
In fact the first day we met, he spent 8 hours listening to me
He helped me pursue justice and wanted closure for me
It was the only 2 and a half years, I felt I wasn't alone with this
I was heard, accepted, understood and bound by a special bond
Sadly he was killed, but the memories of our time together
All he gave me in precious hours of empathetic listening and work
Could not be traded for anything in this world where I have lived
I knew, I owed it to him to move forward and survive
His words and care will never leave me, as I will forever hear him
Heidi Sands
7/28/22
350,000 are babies born each day across our planet Earth.
They look to us, their parents and adults,
to give their hopes and dreams and wishes birth.
To teach them how to use their voice to communicate…
their ears to listen and their eyes to truly see…
To teach them how everyone deserves their love
their respect, their compassion, their kindness and empathy.
To encourage them to think for themselves.
To show them when and how to give and take.
To show them hard work and perseverance are important
and how to learn from their mistakes.
To foster their self-confidence, their self esteem…
their overall attitude…
To teach them to be curious, to never to stop learning
and the importance of gratitude..
To teach them to be honest, to be healthy in body and in mind
Did I mention, when it comes to others, to teach them
how to be loving, respectful, empathetic, compassionate and kind?
And while we are teaching all these things…
I wish we were also doing more
to bring them into a world without hatred, poverty and war.
If we can instill in these 350,000 innocent babies
these honorable and virtuous features…
they will be ready for the 350,000 babies born
when they become the teachers.
And perhaps if everyone learns these lessons there will come a day
a day we are hoping and praying tor
when no baby will be brought into a world
filled with hatred, poverty and war.
Shirley, BEEEEE You !!!
This days light, has come to a glorious end,
with it, it brought some memories of a friend.
Lady Snow, was belting out – whispering in my ears
of days winging by – memories , experiences of bygone years.
I have reached in deep – knowing – I created your tears
as your world of doubts, of insecurities, of fears
hung onto a desire for me – for my passions fires
fires that have lead me to beds and to funeral pyres
upon which I have burned and burned, yet never learned
to be compassionate, empathetic for the passions earned.
Only for the touch, the feel, a fleshy meal I yearned
for, a talking in tongues to that deliciously sweet pink
- Mother earth laying beneath a furry, forest floor – and think
of all who gave, all who needed, and realize !, to my grave, a fink.
I, sometimes wonder ?, about all those who gave much to me’
I wonder what they feel ?, – think – if at all and what they see
in what once was- that made up the moments of what would be,
now nothing more than experiences committed to memories hoard
where they are all stored - in remembering, would they be boars ?
Some will remember, some will forget, some will deeply bury.
I am left, can only wonder ?, - in the end - will they carry
fragments, flakes of my soul, my spirit, me, with them to their end.
Will they ever wonder ?, will they ever know ?, I was just a friend
or will they see me as empty to them now as I was empty to them
so long ago, a time of once shared intimacies and fun, when
we were so care free, before we moved on to things different,
and new for me and you and what we once had, was sent
into the caves of history for which there would be no rent.
I do wonder what was in your mind, what you were able to find ?,
as you thought of me, did you find that I was very seldom kind?
For all these many years – tears for what was left behind
- all of life’s pleasures, with – all, from time to time, fill my mind !
B. J. “A ” 2
February 18th 2006
Every word you utter lingers in the air
As a bullet, an arrow, a flower, or a mystical love bead
So, make it something compassionate, empathetic and kind
This will make your sleep more restful, and it will bring you friends
Also bringing you trust, loyalty, and joy.
Everything you do has the potential of uplifting or encouraging others.
Your choices might seem simple, and unimportant, never believe that.
People are watching you constantly, making decisions.
Deciding if you are trustworthy, if you are kind, if you are loyal.
Choosing wisely brings you a life of happiness and hope.
If you can only choose one thing today, choose to be kind.
And use compassionate caring words.
Written: April 06, 2024
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Events emerge inside a cocoon of solitude,
A tale yet to be told, as calm prevails in mollitude.
A serene sanctuary amidst the course of time,
A mild melody of peace subtly whispers sublime.
I connect with my innermost desire,
In search to connect and inspire.
A longing deep within my soul,
To stimulate and compel me whole.
With an artless palm, a gesture of care,
A beating heart, ready to share.
Attentive ear, eager to hear,
Extending kindness is ever-near.
I feel the ache, a void so vast,
Of emptiness, a pain that may last.
Within my soul, in a hollow space,
Where sorrow lingers, without a trace.
A haunting melody, an echo of loneliness,
Whispering gently, a melancholic caress.
In the depths of solitude, its voice resounds,
A poignant reminder where silence abounds.
A melodic tale of yearning and sweetness,
Weight-borne, heavy, and sharp neatness.
In the area of empathy, I offer my embrace,
I enliven my core with warmth and grace.