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If these three words could find a single form,
A world protected from life's raging storm,
It would not be a place of gold and might,
But one of gentle, unassuming light.
Imagine now, a cove of silver sand,
In some forgotten, mist-enshrouded land.
The cliffs are ancient, carved by wind and sea,
And on their heights, a single, twisted tree.
The air is soft, the sky a faded rose,
And in the stillness, a deep quiet grows.
The tranquility would be the ocean's sigh,
As gentle waves in a whispered lullaby,
Caress the shore with rhythmic, softest grace,
And leave no trace of time upon this place.
No jarring sound, no echo of the fray,
Just water, wind, and the last light of day.
The peacefulness would be the world in tune,
Beneath the silver, melancholic moon.
The seabirds nesting, sheltered from the blast,
Their fleeting worries in the ocean cast.
A harmony of life, a world aligned,
With every creature, gentle, good, and kind.
And in this haven, as the stars ignite,
A deep serenity, a burning light,
Would rise within the soul, a quiet flame,
And whisper softly its eternal name.
A feeling of completeness, whole, and free,
A silent merging with the sky and sea.
This place would be a mirror to the soul,
A world where broken things are rendered whole.
A sacred space, where all the striving ends,
And in the quiet, the true self transcends.
A world of serenity, a tranquil shore,
Where peace resides, forever and a day.
Lost in delusion and wandering blind
Seeking the truth was a quest to find
Stumbling aimlessly each chaotic day
Sifting through teachings that seemed the way
The maze was tough with years of dead ends
Each path seemed right until the bends
But something was missing at each turn
Deluded truth was all that was learned
Yearning for the enlightened way
Made it agonizing for the earth stay
Then a door opened for the truth to be known
Great Universal Law of Falun Dafa was shown
Truthfulness, Compassion and Tolerance is the law
That keeps one rising within the Buddha’s Fa
Be truthful to self with heart and mind
Care about others, be compassionate and kind
Each mountain of hardship will dwindle away
With tolerance and patience endured each day
Cultivating back to one’s true-self begun
By reading, Falun Dafa’s wisdom in Zhuan Falun.
DEAR Me,
Hello me, ho are you?
We haven't spoken in awhile, you have been busy trying to impress others with an fake sense of you,
I keep trying to call you, yet you don't answer me, your never home, have you forgotten to check in with yourself again?
Who are you? I don't know think I know you ,
Times are hard, your down in the dumps I hear again?
Why are you not looking in the mirror, I would have told you the truth,
Which is exactly this, and I quote, the most strongest, caring, courageous, person anyone could ever ask for"". Now please make an appointment with your true self, so.we can.meet in private, and I can take you by the hand, and give you what you've been asking others to give you, the love and compassion, you've been yearning for all your life."
Oh and one more thing, Dear You, I forgot to.say, I Love You."
FREE YOURSELF
In the stillness of the night,
when your eyes are closed tight
and the only noise you can hear
is your heart beating softly in your ears.
Empty your mind and picture a butterfly.
A butterfly that is free, free to fly.
Or a bird flying high in the sky.
Free to fly, fly away, fly.
Are you free like a bird flying over the sea?
Or like a butterfly flying, spreading its wings for you to see?
Are you free to do what you want to do
and not to do what you have to do?
There is always a battle or a war in your mind,
between right and wrong or good and bad,
between positive and negative thinking,
between being your true self and pretending.
Or you probably set your mind with restrictions and limitations
imposed upon you or your self-imposed inflexible actions.
or for other reasons, only you could know
that you have been holding on and cannot let go.
Change your what if, cannot and do not
to I will try, I can, I will and drop the if and not.
When there is a will, there is always a way.
When you are adaptable and flexible, you will surely find the way.
Free your mind of other peoples expectations.
Do not let them define you based on their opinions.
Free yourself from any grudges.
Forgive and look beyond the bitterness.
Set yourself free from any guilty feelings
and any secrets or hidden things
by forgiving yourself and bringing the hidden things
out in the open or confessing to one self.
Clear your mind and heart from your load or heaviness
of pride, worry, unbelief and selfishness.
Open your heart to expectation, belief and humility.
It will make you feel lighthearted and free.
Freeing yourself will uplift you.
It will bring out the care free spirit within you.
Being care free will lift you higher and higher.
Like a butterfly or a bird free to fly away or higher and higher.
Submitted: 3/25/21 A Meaningful Poem
Constance La France
Written: 4/20/19
I wait for no other days
so I pinch this one
I haunt rocks and trees
to caress
with each ebb and flow
I celebrate a minute
and dedicate it to hours
honouring a moment
just one,
this,
as I breathe from the
firmament of life,
my exhalation
fogs the soul of time
scattering all sense
I suck what my mistress desires
I steal her nourishment
sipping it like a fine wine
time is unquenchable,
forever devouring life
down to the gritty bits
and this day stands like no other
she saunters in her finery
greeting all with a cool breeze,
but as the other side of her face
turned into view,
a ghoul of time slobbering
and champing at the bit
revealed her true self
slavering to eat me alive
drool pools on my window sill
but I am thieving again
I inhale
breath by breath
looking for the cracks
to sneak back to thievery
It is like she does not look into the mirror
To consider her own reflection
Like she does not look into the water
To consider her own reflection
She has the ability of greatness
Yet she keeps looking down on herself
Thinking she cannot do it
Actually, she does not even know her
She don't know her true self
She keeps looking down at her shadow
All she sees is darkness
She can't look at the mirror to see some sparks
She has the powerhouse of warrior
The strength, flexibility, agility and intelligence
Yet her mind locked to uncertainty
She does not even know her
She can be anything she wanted
She can be a great dancer she wanted
Yet her mind locked to uncertainty
She does not even know her
Emotions...
Anger and sadness, disappointed and embarrassed,
feelings pour out, not knowing to end.
Enshrouded,
till it's hard to breathe.
Agony hit hard on my chest,
my aching heart finally breaks.
Bleeding tears through my eyes,
disappointment blocks my breathing...
Heart beat slowing down...
I'm at the brink of the cliff.
But outside, as you see,
I'm just a perfect little girl
caught in your trap.
For your laugh, I smile,
But reality is an enchantment,
I'm at my true self only at night.
Safe from your cunning eyes
that have mocked me through and through,
I become one, inside and out.
Laments softened,
by pillows wet with tears.
My tears kiss me back,
as if they could console.
Emotions pour out,
but I do not feel.
I've lost my footing,
now that you threw me from the cliff.
Time may walk slow
till I recover,
but at least you may know.
If your stone cold heart would ever feel,
that I died a little inside,
when I saw the
dark side of your moon.
2/10/2019
Memories linger, like shadows on her wall,
A tapestry woven, with threads of trials, falls, and all,
She recalls the pain, the heartache, and the strife,
But in it she finds a glimmer of life.
For every scar, a story, a lesson learned,
A testament to her strength, heart yearned,
To rise above, to persevere, to thrive,
Tears fell, but they're not just of sorrow,
But also of triumph, of a life borrowed,
From the depths of darkness, she emerged, she grew,
And in her memories, her true self is shown.
"How time flies," she says, with a gentle, knowing smile,
Her eyes, a reflection, of a life worth one's while
A reminder of her strength, a heart that won't subside.
Crimson courage paints a vibrant line,
A masterpiece of self, where doubts decline.
Calm composure, the steady hand of will,
Carving a path, fulfilling purpose's skill.
Clarity of purpose, a beacon so bright,
Casting shadows back, where fears take flight.
Carrying the weight of dreams, unseen yet near,
Climbing mountains, where courage conquers fear.
Carving initials on the heart's inner core,
Carving resilience, weathering life's roar.
Charisma's embrace, a smile that ignites,
Conviction's fire, fuelled by inner light.
Celebrating victories, however small,
Composed amidst chaos, rising above them all.
Charisma's cadence, a voice that weaves a spell,
Charms weaved deeply, where confidence dwells.
Carefree spirit, a dance upon the breeze,
Creativity's spark, igniting possibilities.
Calmness amidst the storm's most furious might,
Confidence's canvas, bathed in sunlit light.
From cautious steps to strides so bold and sure,
This journey unfolds, revealing what's pure.
Embrace the stumbles, learn from every fall,
For confidence whispers, "You can rise tall.”
With every challenge faced, a strength takes root,
With every lesson learned, a blossom bears fruit.
Confidence whispers, echoing within,
“Believe in yourself, let your true self begin.”
So let your spirit soar, embrace the unknown,
For confidence canvas is your very own.
Paint a masterpiece, vibrant and bold,
A story of courage, waiting to unfold.
Encased in form,
my soul interacts in this realm
through senses five and mind, wherein I’m caged
but my heart accepts not
limitations upon my consciousness imposed,
for surely I’m not a creature instinct driven,
as whispers in dreams too reveal ~
that in truth my true essence is love, light and bliss.
The map is not
the terrain and therefore to know
the ultimate truth, ego must recede
and so to walk the talk,
I have chosen to dwell in thought rested silence,
that melding head with heart, my eye becomes single,
whereupon thus piercing the veil,
the light of my true Self is illuminated.