The Human Dilemma
We say children are born innocent, but not for long.
waking up in the nursery alone and in the dark night
It naturally cries, the baby gets attention, this discovery
is not, and for parents` sleepless nights.
A baby`s first thought is born.
With it, a personality evolves, darkness or light
a conflict that will always be there; when it is an adult
And darkness sometimes overshadows the lighter side.
There is an inner voice in us all that tells us when we have
been wrong, a voice we too often ignore.
If we delve too deep into this mystery, we end up
in a sort of religion that will not give us a proper answer
other than being a follower, a disciple of a sect.
We must accept this dual personality within us and try
Stay on the light side and be honest about our failures.
What is hope, ask a bee in cold winter days,
she hangs around the pruned rose bushes,
with the hope that someday the spring will come,
and the flowers will bloom again in the garden.
What is hope, ask the blue bird pair in early spring,
they work diligently to bring every twig and grass,
to build their nest in the corner nook of my house,
I see the hope in the eyes of this lovely pair,
They are dreaming of a happy home for their family.
What is hope, ask a lonesome soul,
When the uncertainties linger around in mind,
hope is the only refuge to calm our fears,
When the loneliness sends one in depression,
the hope of a companionship overshadows the despair.
What is hope, ask a human being,
our life is a sand castle of hope on a sandy beach,
with the lingering fear of drowning in occasional high tide,
our destiny, our future, and our own survival,
hangs around the magical hope, the hope that is the eternal inspiration.
The Human Dilemma
We say children are born innocent, but not for long.
waking up in the nursery alone and in the dark night
It naturally cries, the baby gets attention, this discovery
is not, and for parents` sleepless nights.
A baby`s first thought is born.
With it, a personality evolves, darkness or light
a conflict that will always be there; when it is an adult
And darkness sometimes overshadows the lighter side.
There is an inner voice in us all that tells us when we have
been wrong, a voice we too often ignore.
If we delve too deep into this mystery, we end up
in a sort of religion that will not give us a proper answer
other than being a follower, a disciple of a sect.
We must accept this dual personality within us and try
Stay on the light side and be honest about our failures.
In the society where holiness is worshipped,
And independent progressive thinking is condemned.
Be the fire of positivity, illuminating in all its glory,
Strong enough to burn any shackles of bigotry.
In the society, where mythologies are adored,
But people who actually follow the principles are abhorred.
Be the sun that overshadows all sanctimony,
Magnanimous enough in soul to establish harmony.
In the society where people are reduced to mere numbers,
And forcibly caged in narrow walls of encumbers.
Be the phoenix that shatters the glass walls of subjugatory,
Uniting them all to form an eternal, unyielding potential sanctuary.
In the society, where toxicity and oppression have become the norm,
And vital nutrition of the spirit is treated like utter luxury.
Be strong enough to uphold truth and demolish the demon in every form,
Giving voice to millions and saving faith in nature's divine perennialities.
A martyr flew through holy throne
Alighted to bowl of prophet water
Sipped and quaffed the holy juice
Almighty Lord picked him from many others
Gates were opened one by one
Greeted him angels all of them
He didn't hesitate on the path
This is how Allah lovers' end
Overshadows beneath the Most Merciful's Throne
Walks with his houris through rivers of heaven
That houri if one descends to earth
Eyes will be blind by her light
If her ankle a little bit shown
Will pass away all daemon and mankind
Every houri every time virgin
Deserved by this world's orphan and bizarre
Left with thirst and hunger to streets
Valueless & oppressed at everybody's eyes
At the altar, see
our shadows serving
under the hand
of our Majesty’s Spirit.
In this succinct space,
how does God lean
into us, light up
our souls - with healing,
comfort, ameliorating whys.
His Spirit overshadows us.
Undeserving mankind,
less than an iota of sand,
means much more
than we can fathom
to the weightiness
of the savior’s cause.
God’s face had turned
from sin - to bridge the gap,
a worthy sacrifice;
completing the action,
resurrection after death.
That same Holy Spirit
in operation,
at the altar -
we should be duly in awe,
thankful beyond measure,
drawing closer
to His safe, loving, grace-full arms.
Fervent rainbows vow to deck
a gloomy, woeful moon
with merriness and blissfulness.
Whispered dreams of virtue
triumph over a murky ,
desultory brook.
The serene , meandrous
butterfly is rocked by
an ephemeral , passing
chimera.
An angelic ,tranquilized petal
resides in the realm of
melodious ,
gracefulness.
Whispers of lovely rose
dwell in a tempestuous,
ardent sea.
The symphonic melody
of an unchanging
stork's felicity
overshadows the unflagging
hawk's power.
Delightful sunbeams echo
the unafraid, doughty breath
of a sedate chrysanthemum.
.
What trembling light,
what quiver of eternity
gleamed in the shepherds' eyes,
unaware heralds of an hour
that would shatter time
like a vessel overflowing with heaven.
You wish for the transparency
of that intact heart,
naked of pride and fear,
to draw close to the threshold
of the cave,
where the earth breathes
the miracle that overshadows it.
You long for eyes of crystalline wonder,
pure as the first morning,
to seize the whisper
that transforms the world,
the silent song
that illuminates every distance.
You yearn for trembling lips,
almost like dawn,
to stammer the name
that fills and dissolves everything,
while the star keeps watch,
high, invincible,
above the abyss of time.
Yet that moment belonged
only to the shepherds,
the first fruits of the waiting
of all humanity.
History will not return,
but a threshold remains open,
and if you come much later,
it does not matter:
the mystery awaits.
It is enough to make your heart
another manger,
a womb of silence,
where the Infinite
may be incarnated again.
Christmas is full of all emotions
Mood blue and melancholy
Deep in a dark drawer
- Not so much jingle bells
The darkest time of the year,
woven into a web of expectations
Read the writing in the pristine sand
not impossible or invisible
- emotions are allowed
Spill pink ink with gold shimmer
when adversity overshadows you
Blue ... is a joker
Offer each other space
by releasing difficult feelings
Life experiences,
don't just have simple answers
Halfway to the answer -
humanity and love
Where earth and sky meet
... time for reflection
The winter storm in me blows me away,
from the beautiful spring that awaits,
The pensive rain showers on me,
than the warmth of the Sun,
Darkness in my life overshadows the light
Those pensive scars,
in my pulsating heart,
never heal,
bruising me over and over again.
Stitches undone,
I'm bleeding again,
This is my Life, My life Re-defined.
While the gentlest sigh,
Shatters the surface of stillness,
Blending light with hues of wonder,
Broken thoughts, blessings, brilliance
Moments poured out on the seas
Music, melodies – lushest peace,
Aching songs, whistling through the winds,
Caressing the soul with a joy
Boundless breath of serenity, soothing
Sounding so much like the easy grace,
Falling through the oaks and birch,
Erasing the melancholic dreams,
Inspiring the soul to see, grasp the edges
Of a silence…
As she exhales smoking trails
Of restful things, gestures of grace
Sincere and unafraid…
Silence lingers on the edges of a day
Before night overshadows her light
With inklings of stars and moon,
Urging away the trembling truth…
Silence is beautiful
Silence is soothing
Silence is the ache – just beneath
A heavy taste of amazing…
A hearty hope, a promise, seclusion
A dream that leaves its lesson
A faith that leaves its blessing
A love that is the question…
Silence, resurrection… God’s gentle protection!
Positivity breeds it graceful wings
Disseminating compassion, to all the lowly things.
'Tis as lustrous as the mellowing sun
delivering exuberance to everyone.
Yet there are shadows, lurking 'hind the good
A true bizarre, A malevolent hood.
But optimism overshadows the Agelasts
It ostracizes the demon, nurturing the outcasts
And so do I bleat, embrace Optimism's virtue
Promulgate saguinity to folks you come through.
There is a darkness in my life,
a forecast of torrential rain that drowns my heart with sorrow,
and its gloom clouds my mind,
washing away any hope for tomorrow,
This darkness overshadows me,
eclipsing whatever light that remains within my soul,
and the more I try to fight it,
the less I feel in control,
Tears spill onto my cheeks,
tracing the outlines of a smile seldom shown,
as I sit alone in this cave of a home,
hidden from the world and hardening like stone,
It's as if I'm dying inside,
trapped within the confines of an epidermis tomb,
while my cries for help echo through the barrenness of my existence,
resonating with apprise of my impending doom,
But in this aphotic zone in the depths of my core,
my words are a sconce on the walls of my heart,
illuminating the halls of my soul,
so that others may navigate their way through the dark.
I needed some stability
My inner mentality
was cracking inch by inch
My nerves were starting to pinch
Unraveled and full of doubt
Fearful not to work it out
My past kept catching up with me
Scarring my heart painfully
With no relief anywhere
Wishing for someone to care
About my life--what I've been through
Lonely, hurting and so blue
Slowly realizing I could end--
Up with a soul that will not mend
The insanity I have been living
Kept me hard and numb from giving
MY love to someone special
Because of the times I fell
For lying hearts too many times
Learning of their cheating crimes
Piece by piece and week by week
My emotions slowly leaked
Into a puddle on the floor
My wings clipped and could not soar
With an angel of pure love
That wont lead to push and shove
On a heart becoming brittle
Protecting the only little
Heart corner that's still alive
Knowing it can only thrive
If a new and bright tomorrow
Overshadows all the sorrow
Bringing hope back to a shell
That has only known pure hell
Hidden by "the cloud,
now obscure, now luminous"
it overshadows, transfigures,
--Light numinous--
"From the beginning
until 'the fullness of time'"
the Word and Spirit's mission
are hidden, sublime
(based on CCC 697 & 702)
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