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In the twilight of silences, where the shadows of thoughts intertwine mystically,
How is it possible for someone to know all my thoughts?
To understand me without a word, to feel what I feel,
To anticipate what I will think, almost as if they have already lived my life?
It's as if I see a mirror, but at the same time,
I fear to let everything be uncovered.
But perhaps that is the beauty of such a connection,
This duality between closeness and distance,
Between wanting to be known and keeping something just for oneself,
A dance of souls on the invisible thread of our thoughts.
In the flow of my consciousness, I lose myself in your depths,
An echo of the feelings that bind us, a labyrinth of emotions and experiences.
Between the light of the desire to be understood and the shadow of the need for intimacy,
We navigate together, two souls reflected in each other.
In every shared memory, in every shared dream,
We are connected by invisible threads, by thoughts that intertwine.
Between the desire to know each other and the fear of completely opening up,
We find beauty in the fragile balance of our connection.
And thus, in the twilight of silences and unspoken thoughts,
We find ourselves in each other, two mirrors reflecting infinitely,
In a dance of souls that never stops,
Until the last breath, until the last thought.
Sometimes fundamentalist Christians
Give the expression “to be saved”
All you need to do is “repent”
Meaning to give up your sinful ways
This sentence from the Gospel of St. Mark
May seem to support this perspective
Trouble is
It all depends on what you mean by “repentance”
“Sin”
Some Catholics seem to limit their understanding of sin to a legalistic one
Where disobeying a law, rule
Or Commandment is what sin is all about – period
It maybe more balanced
Spiritually beneficial to understand
As any behavior that breaks or weakens
One’s relationship with Eternal God
Neighbor or oneself
A healthy understanding of the Sacrament of Reconciliation
Based on the insight that reconciliation with Eternal God happens in
Through reconciliation with the faith community that is the Church
Accordingly
One may sin
By either doing something
Or not doing something
In my old room,
thinking my old thoughts
that were young once.
When I drowned in the flood
of future possibilities,
and knew I couldn't drink of them all,
but by God I'd throw back all that I could.
And I had more time,
and confidence,
and energy;
fewer failures to dampen my ambitious pride.
And to be sure, there was a pearl of goodness there,
a seed of iron-willed endurance
stoked by the fires of a starving ego.
I knew I was probably intrinsically less intelligent than many -
but I was a dog biting down on a bone.
They'd have to prove it!
What do I regret? Not much ... though I worry.
For I always wished to be cautious with my promises.
But oh how it stings, making easy pledges at the zenith of one's strength,
only to find oneself too weak to keep them.
29 June 2023
To truly love myself- this I resolve
To guard with zeal my tenderness of heart
Of every sin and doubt myself absolve
And fortify and strengthen every part
To cherish and accept the inner me
To know and relish every single dream
The woman that I am, to set her free
To put aside each hindrance to love’s theme
I do resolve to be my dearest friend
To celebrate the wonders that I own
To spend time in my world and not pretend
To shine around the goodness I’ve been shown
A short time have I left to truly shine
And thus I vow to make my living fine
Entered For Regina's New Year's Resolutions Contest
On December 16, 2014
Learning to love myself has not been an easy task for me. Oh, it was easy when I was younger....perhaps I was overconfident then. Now, I have my good days and my bad days...days when self-loathing sets in and I find it hard to want to go on. I have learned...the hard way, that if you don't care for and cherish yourself, if you don't guard your dreams, if you don't look out for yourself, then no one will. It's a fact of life. You need to be confident and secure in who you are and what you have to offer. No matter how many times people tell you you are beautiful, no matter how often people tell you you are talented, no matter how many words are written in your praise, if you do not love yourself, you are unable to accept and believe and hope in the reality of these words. I'm not there yet, but I don't have much time to put this love into action. A healthy love of self is necessary. Christ said, "Love your neighbor...AS YOURSELF: (as you love yourself). I wish I had learned this sooner. I try to instill it in my daughter....this belief in oneself. I'm so glad that she is a confident, beautiful, and self-possessed woman. I can live on through her. Thank you all for your kindness to me. Thank you for loving me, when I've been difficult to love. May God bless you one and all. HUGS
Alice is such a beautiful name.
My grandmother wore it for 98 years.
It speaks of soft whispers and shared secrets,
of lessons in life and how to carry oneself.
I learned to sew, to cook, and keep a home.
She gave me my first Bible, leather-bound
with a small white cross carved in the binding.
It had the softest, lightest brown leather cover
laced all around with white leather trim.
A fancy Bible perhaps, at least I thought so.
Inside she inscribed it especially to me.
I treasured it for years.
I have lovingly passed it on.
I miss her sweetness and her quiet ways;
her serene face, bright blue eyes, and
her kind and giving heart.
She never complained or asked for help.
She was strong, independent,
even-tempered, never flustered or shaken.
Our Easter, Christmas, and Thanksgiving meals,
always at her home, were joyous occasions with family,
and often included those who Pastor said had nowhere
else to be – no home, no family.
There was never too little, always enough, and we
made sure God heard our prayers before eating.
I share the name Alice.
I pray I do it justice.
at times the soul gets clenched
in an unspeakable grief
in a demoniac grip, it chokes and wriggles
the pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe
tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent
seeks in vain to revive the joy that is gone
strains to lift the veil that shrouds the soul
wrestles to come out from the desolate cave of black solitude
the more it struggles to wade through the mess
the deeper it plunges into the morass of despair
clung on talons of excruciating pain,
wailing a long wail of never being understood
the mind goes berserk
whirling and churning.
anytime the volcano might erupt,
emitting pyroclastic cloud
with the asphalt lava spilling out,
blowing life with its violent breath.
yet, have succeeded in putting on
a merry visage during day
laughs with the laughing crowd
but retires at night to the solitary cell
to release, in agonized sighs, the stifling anguish
and soak the pillow in a flood of tears
how long can one seek to hide oneself
in the cover of vapid cheerfulness…..?
why try to save the face when there is no face to lose?
sure the fig leaf will one day fall off
to stand in stark nakedness before the world aghast
April.2.2022
This or That, Vol.11.Poetry Contest
Topic-Fig Leaf
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
Life is living every moment as if it were our last breath, seeking the happiness it offers us, eliminating hatred, envy, and resentment from our hearts.
Life is facing challenges, breaking down barriers, confronting fear, but above all, seizing opportunities.
Life is learning from our own mistakes and those of others, so as not to repeat them, knowing that if we repeat them again and again, we will become clumsy people who make failure a routine.
Life is effort, work, sacrifice, and suffering, which help us earn things with the sweat of our brows and thus not be a burden to anyone, or worse, another parasite on society.
Life is understanding that everything costs, that nothing is free, that everything must be paid for, and that what we have acquired so far has not come as if by magic.
Life is forgiving, forgetting bitterness and pain, but above all, healing the wounds of the soul.
Life is about loving instead of hating, giving instead of receiving, fighting instead of surrendering, seeking the common good instead of one's own good, hating war and loving peace.
Life is about studying, knowing, learning, and improving oneself so as not to be a slave to the system or the oppressors, much less to ignorance.
You give life meaning with your virtues; you destroy it with your bad actions, you transform it with your sacrifices, and you make it meaningful with diligence and determination.
In short, life has never been easy, but you can be sure of one thing: "There is someone who has promised to be with you wherever you go." You just have to follow him; he is: YOUR AUTHOR.
It begins with a touch of despair
Traveling solemnly... quietly
Aspiring he who do not care
Hiding, anxiously awaiting silently
He is blind
He cannot know
No one draws the line
The world simply flows
He ask for a touch
But he cannot feel... inside
Living is too much
Will dying have a guide?
He hear whispers whispering
Thoughts to never be
There is life beneath the skin
No one can ever see
“As I close my eyes... I imagine
Living a life... living a dream
It wasn’t easy, neither was it hard
Simply a no one asking what....
Voices, I hear... they speak
Choices I fear... I’m weak
Yet... I’m unable to convey what I’ve heard
Whence given the choice to choose words
To only say... to only listen
Oneself in total synnnification
Will I listen?
I’m just as broken?
It begins... with without a care
Quietly...
Beneath every skin laying bare
Silently
Inspired…
It feels good to me,
To be alive in oneself, to be set in actuality.
Free from worldly expectations and corporational thoughts,
Able to set goals for oneself, let loose from wrought.
Distraught, and set into motion by the world’s needs,
Told how to live one’s life through social media and news feeds.
Agreed fear of change when change is the preset,
To reset, everything our parents raised us to become.
To change us into a social class clone.
Indifferent, numb...
Overcome, Victory!
It lives again, in every man’s heart,
To revive what has been torn apart.
Like water, rushing to bring alive the right,
Insight to be more than staying up on these sleepless nights.
Enslaved to an addiction, with emptiness as chains,
Explained by syndromes, fancy medical conditions.
Convictions no longer ashamed of the change of the reanimation of his title.
Idle regurgitation of all the foul slang and the hate and the pain.
No longer conformed but transformed by his Name.
To be set free, to be…
Me.
Some people never dare to walk on the edge of madness.
What truly dreadful lives they must lead.
They remain on the ground, bound to a dull reality, without sparkles,
Living in invisible cages, without knowing the flight of dreams,
What madness-free lives, what narrow horizons, without colors.
Their souls do not know the dance of the stars, nor the whispers of the wind,
They do not feel how the world's tremor caresses their silence,
They look at the world through a frozen window,
Without knowing that behind it lies a universe of fantasy and smiles,
What hidden sorrows, what unfulfilled desires, what barren lives.
Without the madness that burns the senses like a living flame,
Without tasting the forbidden fruit of untamed dreams,
They do not know the explosion of colors in a liberated soul,
They do not feel how the wind lifts their wings toward the unknown.
Without living even for a moment on the edge of the abyss,
They do not know the joy of losing and finding oneself at the same time,
They remain captive in perfect circles of monotony,
Without knowing that only through madness is true freedom born,
In a universe waiting to be discovered with every brave step.
Oh, what lives devoid of magic, what straight roads without turns,
What echo-less monotony, what silences without song,
For only those who dare to walk on the edge of the world
Find their heart in every corner of the universe,
And only those who know madness discover their true brilliance.