when we allow time to stop, a glimpse of eternity will appear.
The grass waved hello
the birds called back.
Telegraph poles stood still
like tall slender trees.
the birds liked that.
the crickets a constant tickle in the ear,
swathes of brown grass bouncing back after drought,
three troughs haphazard on a patch without
any grass. Bare dark earth.
the raven makes its cry
under a bright grey sky,
on a swampy, sweaty day .
my dog companion at my feet
"Come on then, let's go home."
The walls lean in, murmuring secrets of weary days,
while chairs sigh beneath tired bodies.
Words from hollow lips strike like stones—
they refuse to soften, echoing in empty corners.
My lessons pulse with purpose, glowing faintly in the dust,
each one breathes life into silent desks.
They wait, expectant—hungry for curious eyes.
Even the blackboard leans forward,
eager to share every truth I’ve etched across its surface.
Though some voices build barriers—cold, unyielding,
my teaching-self stands firm,
a steady heartbeat among shifting shadows.
I may not linger here forever,
but as long as education breathes,
my footsteps leave a soft rhythm—
a promise echoing beyond my departure.
Until my final exhale,
I become the silent sentinel:
each wall, each chair, each lesson
alive with all that is just and right.
Woke up this morning
come to find
can’t recall a thing at all
really think I’ve lost my mind
after sleep digging deep
to collect my thoughts
and what I recollect
amounts to naught
insufficient hard drive RAM
my memory is shot
what I remember as best I can
is not a lot it's diddley-squat
it's failing me
old age is what's ailing me
and yet will I forget
such a harsh reminder
of my younger days
when life was so much kinder
but never mind the state of Denmark
between the ears something's rotten
reduced to tears I believe
it's my amnesia I'd forgotten
Details make life beautiful
Nature knows this
The addition of a line
A contour
Or shade of colour
The bass relief of vines
Mosaic of leaves
Embroidery of flowers
The details make us slow down
Stop, really look, see
Be one with the earth
For she understands all.
All beings are transient; breathe -
Whether you walk or crawl.
In whispers of wind, the stories unfold,
Each step leaves a trace, in soft grains of gold.
Through shadows of ages, our journeys entwine,
In the dance of existence, our footprints align.
The tides of the moment, they ebb and they flow,
Yet the paths that we wander, forever will glow.
In the silence of twilight, where memories blend,
Each mark tells a tale, of beginnings and end.
So walk with intention, with heart open wide,
In the impressions woven, let love be your guide.
For though we are fleeting, like dew on the dawn,
In the footprints we leave, our spirits live on.
"Your faith is your flight"
I was once broken, but now I have gathered myself,
There was a lesson hidden in every tear, I have taught myself.
Only those who recover while falling know how to walk,
And those who have faith in God, they consider defeat as victory.
Fear is a deception, which forces you to stop,
But God's name is that power which fills you with light.
Your courage is your mirror, see yourself clearly in it,
You are not weak, you are the answer to God's most beloved creation.
So what if challenges come? Don't stop, don't get tired,
The path may be difficult, but with God nothing is incomplete, mercy.
When he holds your hand, no sorrow reaches you,
All you need is faith - that you are not alone, never was.
What if your steps are small, just keep your intentions big,
Keep yourself high not by your words but by your actions.
The day you surrender yourself to God,
that day even defeat will start fearing you, you will see.
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Since the mind dwells on tense well past,
Endlessly over-analyzing, happenstance recast,
Ignore the mind, let awareness be, let it grow.
Learn to feel, live in the mindless ways your senses know.
Warm to breath, the waft of breeze in your hair.
Feel warmth of sun, the texture of things laid bare.
No need to grasp, claw, dwell, gather or cling.
Let each sense come-in, and be whatever it can bring.
For pain will come, go, and then slip away.
Pleasure too is fleeting, not longing to stay.
Come what may, enjoy, revile, welcome all-in with glee.
Be here, be now, be aware, from a doting mind-set, set free.
Be mindful of what you consume, for it shapes your being.
Nourish your vessel with compassion, as your diet influences your inclinations.
Choose your music judiciously, for rhythm resonates deeply with your soul.
Be mindful of what you read, as words penetrate straight to your heart.
Always practice prudence, for the devil’s trickery often hides in the guise of necessity.
What I don’t display,
Is good that you don’t see.
The music moves as you play,
Spirals and fades away from thee.
The weeping willow tree,
Smiling before me.
Que sera, sera.
You can only see my every flaw.
Like those from our previous lives,
We march unto an ungodly death.
Not knowing for what we thrive,
With our cold and shallow breath.
Up the snowy mountains depth,
Dusty grounds the wind hath swept.
To the nest, the mother bird returns,
Only to discover that her eggs were burned.
No tree remains,
Because she only wanted more.
Let us sing woe, not praise,
For this has happened before.
Is a swelling crescendo in the score,
Truly what we are searching for?
A piece of information,
Used to make a whole new creation?
These Sunlit Signs,
Are leading us to the right story.
Read between the lines,
The empty void of purgatory,
The telltales of your own glory.
Just stop and listen for me,
To understand the meaning of you and I.
There may be signs reading,”The end is nigh”.
The value of life is beyond measure,
In every moment lies hidden treasure.
Tie it with the thread of dreams,
Make each day your own, it seems.
Learn the art of living through strife,
In every obstacle, a new path for life.
With love, compassion, and truth by your side,
These are the colors where joy resides.
Time flows like a river’s song,
Memories hold where smiles belong.
The essence of life is the bond we share,
Connecting hearts with tender care.
Hear the melody in every heartbeat,
Life is a symphony, gentle and sweet.
Let’s come together to nurture its glow,
And let the colors of life forever flow.
The sun still rises,
Savannas awaken with hoots,
Life breathes, heart still beats.
Sometimes the dry desert wind
Strips slowly the sandless skin
Of the soul
Gentle balm of the wide Spirit
Settling upon the surface
Singing a song of suppleness
Message of the mindful reflection
From the internal mirror
Of the heart
Home to the fruitful Spirit
Residence of the restoring, loving kindness
Of the refreshing riverside
Where solace comes, pacifying
With the sounds trickling and dancing
Over cool stones of thought
scriptures so teach
pastors preach too
make speech gentle
Happiness resides
with the unmuddied clarity of a peaceful mind,
in words that flow from the mouth like ripe fruit,
each syllable, sincere and bright.
It’s a potter’s steady hands,
without urgency, without an urge, you are shaped like pliable clay,
just a calm rhythm
of mind, word and fingertip in tandem,
soft and rhythmic, as if they’d been joined for a lifetime.
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