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XOX World ( A Valentine to Sun)
caressing my face
weightlessly and soundlessly. . . .
Sun’s light wakes me
as I dress myself
he peeks through my window and
invites me to play
My neck tingles as
I'm driving with the top down. . . .
Sun in hot pursuit
I stop at the lake
his bright reflection ripples
where ducks are floating
drifting blissfully
I surrender my body
to his warm embrace
as Sun’s strength recedes
sky blazes orange and red. . . .
but I just feel blue
night finds me at home
rubbing lotion where he left
A scarlet hickey
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If we want to be remembered for our compassion…
for our humor…
for our grace…
If we want to be remembered for the love within our heart
for the smile upon our face….
If we want to be remembered as someone who listens…
someone who cares…
If we want to be remembered for our willingness to share.
If we want to be remembered for our acceptance of the entire human race…
If we want to be remembered for making this world a kinder…safer place…
If we want to be remembered for our generosity…
our tenderness
our willingness to give…
If this is how we want to be remembered…
Then…
perhaps…
this is how we ought to live.
In a moment it makes an epoch end
And brings it back from there-- what sleight of hand!
This world it seems a playground be of mind,
This is what on thinking deep do I find.
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Sanskrit Translation | 31.01.2026 | mind, mischief, playground, quatrain
Note: Some stanzas called shlokas in Sanskrit are quatrains. Dwelling on mind again, this verse (from Mahaa Upanishad) says that this world is a playground of mind. Its fleeting nature may make a moment look like an epoch. In a moment it can bring you back from it. The transliteration is as under:
Kalpam kshanee karoti antah,
kshanam nayati kalpataam |
Manah vilaasa samsaara,
iti me nishitaa matih || Mahaa Upanishad ||
The world around us is like a mirror, it shows reflections of what lies within,
the virtuous see good and the wicked see sin.
The world looks colorful and bright when there's joy in ones heart, but when ones sad the world looks gloomy, desperate, ready to fall apart..
Peace to the peaceful, Pain to the pained,fun to the happy and routine to the trained, is what the world seems as one might agree..
Then why cant each one of us be like a mirror for everyone to see?
I would become you, you would become me, as beautiful as ugly..
There would be no hate, no suspicion, there would be no envy..
One wouldn't read in a newspaper 'i killed me'
peace would prevail, understanding as well..truth would be inside everything we see..like an image of god in a mirror, inside of you inside of me..would that make the world a better place to be in or our reflection much better to see..
Reflect upon that..
Sameer
Form:
The digital world comes
And an old man seems to become
A social outcast
Using a telephone instead of a handphone
Using a typewriter instead of a computer
Writing a letter instead of an email
Reading newspaper instead of electronics news
Having posting service instead of express delivery
Using a cash purchase instead of an e-wallet
You can't say
He is left behind in life
He is ignorant and careless
He isn't competitive
Actually he has his own world
To follow and to cling to
He is born in a different world
And lives there till now
He will change quickly
If the present world is happier, safer and more hopeful
But he just wonders
If the present world a paradise to live
In the land of dreams, where hopes take flight,
There lies a vision, shining bright.
The American Dream, a beacon of desire,
Igniting hearts with its eternal fire.
From distant shores, they crossed the sea,
Seeking a life where they could be free.
With boundless potential, they dared to dream,
A nation built on hope, our story seemed.
Opportunity embraced the bold and the meek,
A tapestry woven, diverse and unique.
With grit and determination, they carved their way,
Each step closer to that elusive day.
A land of promise, where dreams could thrive,
With hard work and perseverance, they'd strive.
From humble beginnings, stories would unfold,
The American Dream, a tale so bold.
But as time passed, shadows began to creep,
Challenges arose, and faith grew weak.
The dream's foundation faced trials and tests,
Inequality casting its relentless unrest.
Yet still, hope persists, undying and strong,
In the hearts of those who refuse to be wronged.
A dream of justice, equality, and grace,
A vision worth fighting for, in every place.
The American Dream, a shared aspiration,
To build a better world, a united nation.
With open arms, it welcomes the dreamers' plight,
A tapestry of dreams, woven in starlight.
So let us remember, in each passing day,
The dream that unites us, come what may.
For in its pursuit, we find our true worth,
The American Dream, a beacon for rebirth.
I can hear the rain falling
Though the rain cannot be seen
Simply for the skies am I responding
Yet a world I’m to witness a dream
With the evening drawing to a close
I’m to witness a night to be awoken
Letting be to see what the night might unfold
I shall decide later if my soul is broken
If it isn’t the darken clouds
It shall be the redden skies
An affinity I can share as proud
Unbroken to simply watch my soul dies
And duly responded perhaps I am
For the rain is no longer to grace me
Simply gifted was I a moment’s friend
If not alone, how much more might there be?
And no longer is the rain falling
And of rain as well to never be seen
Witnessing a self to be responding
I am to this world... a dream
Once a beautiful tree – silent and strong
Vibrating with the storms and winds
Delighting in the shimmer of starlight
The reflections of the sun and moon
The music of birdsong and the whispers
Of leaves falling on the Autumn’s calm
The time was near – the Savior of the world
Would become the sacrifice for our sin
The reason we could reach out to Him
And learn to live again – forgiven, redeemed!
Once a beautiful tree – vital and wise
Brilliant as the fresh, sparkling dew
Dazzling as the laughter of a breeze
More imaginative than the artistic soul
Reassuring the mind of its kindness
Falling from crisp, tranquil limbs
The time was near – the deliverer would supply
The sacrifice for all we had seen – our wrongs
The things we would like to forget we’d seen
The things we would like to forget we’d been
Once a beautiful tree – hushed by the pain
Of One who hung from its strongest limb
Felt the sting of tears and blood, stained
By the darkness of a sin filled world, a hurt
Bound up in the naked form of One who came
To relieve hearts of the shame and disgrace
Free us all of the depravity that haunts
The failures and flaws and faults
That bring us to our knees – to the cross
That was once a beautiful tree…
Planted by the hand of God!
Theres a gathering in Britain now, the concerned are active
They are determined and how.' To show to the world a
Healthy example.' In the balance is all freedom this is not
Just a sample.' The eugenists genocidalists are going to
Meet real faces, real humans; out active.' On swiss streets
Just well balanced humans, many intelligent and clever.'
And scoros can't buy them out 'thats from never to never.! Lets
Just get our minds, active and apply reason with logic.'
Alsol I think they won't let us down!!) As they bring this time a tonic!
All the proofs and writings, all the records of it to switzerland!
These warriors are sound! Though some facts will leave you soured, for in 1975 I have found.)
Gypsies could be' held as the slaves of any Swiss person
Check it out.' Read the Bible counter and count the lies' they are
Spreading to the world, no more falseness or running its time.' decide!
Pray! 'and to stand is the solution, and all' spread the news!
Wide and far.' Be prepared gather, to hear the (One voice) air some
Views.!
Through whatever, means they are proofed? Are they are getting tested?
I offer you' take the time; and freedom to choose.!
What happen?
Days Weeks and Months
Were felt in the inside bodies home and thoughts
A disruptive frame of life not yourself in the bodies heart
In a world of parallel allusive journeys doubts sudden fear grips the reasons and uncertain days ahead are many. But this is not yourself Because all is seen and felt and heard that your house is on fire fire is on the mountaintop falling under crushed stones pebbles of a broken home broken heart! Spirit to Spirit this is the reason! Waves Drowning Dreams but this is not you! Listen my dear when you cast out anything called spirit never ever allow yourself to come back to it this is not you! And the number seven spirits awaits the house the home to demolish your personality space places or things in utter destruction and make you different it was said from the Kings throne Protect the Spirit Home!.
When the unclean spirit is gone out the man his inside house body frame
The unclean spirit walks continuous through dry places seeking rest and finding none. Then he talks and walks the spirit plane then the spirit said I will return from where I came out , He
findeth it empty, but sweep and the house garnished. So then he he he takes with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself and they enter in the spiritual home and dwell inside the body called me we us and they returned then and there its done and the last state of that man is worse than the first even so it be also to this wicked generation and all said about the man is .What Happen to the gentle man loving women! gifted one! the child! they she he just changed! That is not the way it was he changed and became something else! He changed! he just snapped and he changed! Now Spirit to Spirit you are the light of the world .A City that is set on a hill can not be hid! Let your light shine before men and them they need your help! Very badly!