I think of you often
Maybe more than I should
My thoughts run wild
Like animals in the woods
Your eyes seem to touch my soul
You look straight into my heart
My emotions want to spill from my mouth
But I'm scared to let myself start
Your smile could brighten the cosmos
The warmth and love can really be seen
I can't help but listen to every word you say
Yours is a beauty that is pristine
I fear only one thing about this
That I might chase you away
But your personality so strong
I don't want to challenge you just yet
Our conversations are surface level
Yet I feel something deeper
Do you feel the same?
I really wonder
I fantasized of a possibility we couldn't foresee,
a reality I would grasp between my dusted fingers
before it slipped away into the reaches of beaches,
in the shorelines' bays of an emotion that still lingers.
I'd walk with you in the crystal ball of our fate,
encased in a clear dewdrop of peace so undesecrated.
We'd dream of an angel-eyed crimson enclosure,
where we'll hide our daggers and sharp opinions.
That unlawful loving thinking that forged our home,
does its embers keep you warm where I couldn't?
Do you think of me as a lurking burden never known,
or am I the tangled knots in your life you'd comb?
But you keep my heart wrenched and unchanged.
it sinks my hopes but I can't help and figure you'd
leave me reeling for a feeling you couldn't pay,
yet all your kind signs give me shine and disarray.
You fill the gaps dug by my angers, I promise
my hopes aren’t a future unpraised and dishonest.
In between
Between the cognitive and the dissonance
Between the lover and the loved
Cradled in the arms of Vishnu I am the infinite possibility
Between states of matter is where I hold my potential
I crave to be held but who’s hands are big enough to hold infinity
Perhaps it’s a matter of bravery rather than scale
The silence between the words, I am deafening
The child pursues melodies I’ll never understand,
the notes wallowing through my fingertips like grains of sand.
But in the distance a flute laughs, softly,
a zither weeping its baleful notes—
both distant, blunt, and foreign.
I fell here once,
at the border of sound and silence,
hit by a blade I didn’t see coming.
Whose shadow loomed, blade in hand?
The answer is buried deep in the night,
stretching long and wide,
refusing to end,
refusing to begin.
Someone, tell this woman that it's okay to dream, to envision a life beyond what it seems. In her hands, she holds the key to worlds of possibility, of what could be. She reads, she learns, she dares to hope. With every story, she finds her scope. Books are her wings, lifting her high.
For today, a reader; tomorrow, she'll fly. But tell her it's not just about dreaming; it's working towards that gleam. Whisper to her softly: "Today, a reader; tomorrow, a leader." This isn't just a theme. Let her know that, despite how tough it may seem, the future is bright, secured by her dreams.
Every challenge faced, every mountain climbed, is just a step closer to the goals she's aligned with. With perseverance and heart, she'll find her way. For the future is hers, come what may.
Focus on you,
Zoom on you,
Inside you,
See all in you,
Always with you,
Meant for you,
For a better you.
And,
Change your reality,
Take every opportunity,
To see possibility,
In every difficulty,
Because what you see,
Is what you get,
And each word from you,
Will create a world for you.
See,
You've waited for so long,
Now
Your wings are so strong,
Flap them into a song,
To reach the place you belong,
At your own pace,
Soaring high like an eagle,
Into your purpose,
Your destiny, I suppose.
As the edge of the day end earth calls to the sun
Know I find in you a sense of calm, a feeling of fun
I am not a crow seeking something glimmering
A sign of appreciation, for you are everything
This is whom I hope, may ever succumb to be
Sharing passionately the me, I want your world to see
I found pure light on the damp pedals, in a garden full of possibility
Planted throughout it, a field of your beautiful hope inspired personality
I felt the earth beneath my feet; firm, grounded, grass so sweet.
I heard the birds chatting joyfully of hope, love, serenity..
I dug in the dirt.
It whispered to me, of newness, growth, possibility..
QUOTE FROM ALAN WATTS~~~ZEN MASTER.
“LIFE IS THE WAY IT IS; AND LIFE IS THE WAY, IT ISN’T.”
Are we not wanting things to be otherwise?
As we dialogue in poetic disguise?
It’s impossible to stop complaining!
To be happy in the rain takes training!
To move on and grow,you must be and let go.
And stop kvetching, your are in the wrong show!
You can create and incredible life.
Even when your days are filled with strife.
Then you can bloom like God’s flower.
And live in total joy, in any hour!
10/2/2022
Tribute to Alan Watts… thank you for affecting my life.
It's possible
unite the man,
man to the divine !
If when he touches
the flower,
emits the sound
who sings and plays
love... !
You and I are
like two molecules of oxygen
floating in the air
not knowing
in what direction we are going
in our own dreams,
and in real life,
by whom we will be inhaled
and in the end in what way
we will be exhaled
Nevertheless,
we have one unique chance,
one in a billion,
or with a good guess,
one in a million,
What if we are both inhaled
by two different pairs of molecules of hydrogen
and make up two drops of water,
Then, we may fall to the same ground,
into the same river, the same lake
or the same sea
where by a pure coincidence,
we may come together,
I strongly feel
our reunion seems unstoppable,
Now, let's wait and see
but never say impossible
Life is a series of opportunities
~~ Every one you pass up is possibility lost!
written December 2, 2021
Life is like,
A Snake in an eagle nest.
Life is alike,
A worker at its best.
Life is like,
A torch bearer with no rest.
Life is alike,
A long distance runner who is not exhausted.
Life is like,
A prophet at its mightiest.
Life is alike,
A navigator who loves to go the longest.
Life is like,
A narrator who explains in its shortest.
Life is alike,
A predator who attacks at its deadliest.
Life is like,
A teacher at its greatest.
Life is alike,
The beauty of nature in its minutest.
Life is like,
A doctor who serves without rest.
Life is alike,
A pearl at its deepest.
Life is like,
A king who rules at its hardest.
Life is alike ,
A beggar who stands as the modest.
Life is like,
A goal to be reached at its earliest.
Life is alike,
In all form the fittest, the richest and the mightiest.
If it is last but not least, it may be
…and probably is!
written September 26, 2021
Of course, you know that everything under the sun is possible
Even though so many of those things are highly improbable
When it comes to the question of little green men peeping at us, however
I'd encourage you to open your mind as wide as you can; never say never
Because just the other day I was minding my business, writing a fun poem
When I felt the strangest sensation, that someone was looking into my home
And sure enough when I looked out the window, and all around
There they were: Two little men from the Green Co., planting grass in the ground
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