Come join me in the religion of the well wishing fool
We meet once a month at the toe dipping pool
Where we reaffirm our mission to uphold the tradition
Of championing that reckless and rash, impetuous and crass
imperative of all human inanity. The keen assurety, whose
heights may only be scaled in proportion to the rarity
of their intellectual scarcity. We wholeheartedly cheer the pursuit
of the age old query of grasp and reach by those whose sole reward
seemingly is calamity. We stand here safe in our cloak of non participatory
scrupulosity and outrageously cheer the feckless audacity of those that advance the
sum total of human wisdom by dint of intellectual incapacity.
Over the Rainbow Bridge,
I gaze upon you as you pass away.
You, who are departing,
You, whom my hands can no longer reach.
Your death is grander than a first love,
And my sorrow is fiercer than an unrequited one.
“Goodbye, my baby.”
In your pain, you feel the beat of my heart,
Receiving my tears inside of yours.
In the end,
Your very last breath
Departs, embracing me.
“My sweet cat,
When I open the gate at the doors of Heaven,
You must come out to greet me.
Promise me. All right?”
Inside the storm clouds that seem to pierce a thousand years,
It finally swallows me whole.
At that instant, the light of the Rainbow Bridge
Blazes like a flame,
Consuming me into its light.
At last,
When I open the gate,
I meet you at the edge of the Rainbow Bridge.
The black mark under your nose, your trembling body—
Everything remains just as it was.
“Hello, Maru.”
You melt into my arms,
And I hold you close.
Through a silent gaze,
We reaffirm through each other's existence
That long wait and the agony of parting.
And then, we know.
Whether departing or leaving behind,
In the end, we shall meet again.
It happened slowly,
then not so slowly
I could have stayed
for my two Yasmeens
One was lighter than the wind,
which on a whim,
could carry her away
on a wish
Yasmeen was lighter than air
in a puffy pink coat
in September
My first Yasmeen
would smile at me
and reaffirm my life
in a moment of doubt
Her mother made me Karkadeh
I drank it lovingly
My Yasmeens were as different
as beauty can be
That teaching could just be
teaching;
the kids and me,
with our shadows chasing us
constantly
Thongs barely covering cheeks
Brown eyes hide their red surprise
Songs on the lips we sing we speak
Watching blue waves from tides
Sea gulls swoop like military troop
Diving then dining on fresh fish fin
Young people on water ski regroup
After splashing in the water again
The sand is hot the men are topless
The women watch sizing them up
Lifeguards sunburnt job to watch this
As senior couple reaffirm their love
At the beach where cares are set free
And smiles are as plentiful as tan sand
Nice to lay out and enjoy summer peace
Ignoring that winter will return again
In a garden tended by love and care,
beautiful scented roses bloomed as
they grew,
Under a heart-shaped trellis, two young,
sad-faced lovers sat on a bench arguing
about a moment of regret,
With trembling lips, each pleads for
understanding, to forgive and to forget,
Neither noticed how a gush of wind
scattered the rose petals, showering
them with it as it blew.
Under the glow of moonlight, promises
of sincerity they pledged,
Giving clarity to lingering shadows of
doubt still making them feel on edge,
A tender embrace and whispered words
of love reassure, mending trust and
professing loyalty,
These moments, in memory, reaffirm
commitment and give feelings of
assurity.
Hand in hand, they walked feeling proud
that their actions to resolve their issues
showed maturity,
Living in a world of disposables, both
knew they must learn how to bend
like the trees when facing the storms
of life’s realities.
By Zyrool
I always knew
But that day I had
To reaffirm
When ominous clouds furtively
Moved in
Soon and very soon those
I stood in the sunshine with
Started to move with the wind
Oh yes
A storm—a mighty storm—was raging
Alone, alone I was left standing
But quickly I got on my knees and
Started praying
Amid torrential tears falling
That sweet voice in my spirit
Started calling
A voice that's one of a kind
A warm resonance that soothes the
Heart and mind
A love, sweet love
That's unsurpassed
A grace and mercy
That is long last
Arms of strength that embrace
A spirit of comfort that came to
Wipe all the tears from my face
I always knew
But that day I had
To reaffirm
For the poems I wrote,
For the daydreams in which I got lost,
For the all time I enjoyed,
For the women I shared.
For what I've lost and gained,
For everyone I don't even meet !
For ALL the past lived
For What I cried and smiled.
I reaffirm and confess
that as a poet,
that life I lived...!
breath by breath
as our life renews
in truth we stand
in God’s shoes
He dwells within
giving life to form
we acknowledge not
so fail to transform
mind-body awareness
feels separate from source
owing to this delusion
we employ use of force
now we do need the ego
in order to survive
but if we neglect soul
how will we thrive
ego lies in head
love pulsates in heart
thus unless both align
life quest cannot start
liberation is simple
false identity we don
transient and illusionary
whence shorn we’re reborn
we’d do well to repeat
a million times if need be
we’re soul and not body-mind
reaffirm daily until we see
fears and desires recede
we live a life internalised
engaging with life as ordained
until our true Self is realised
just as water seeks its level
if we become an empty shell
God’s love and light fills us
and then all is well
Bliss currents as not yet imbued,
the wayward wait to be rescued,
whilst if they choose to come undone,
their soul's light with God becomes one.
The practice then, is simply this:
know that we are love, light and bliss.
Illusionary is ego;
fears and desires, we best let go.
Let's not give our power away,
for no fake guru can allay
fears in our mind, bringing duress,
which we need to ourselves address.
Reaffirm time and again,
unblemished soul is free from stain
and that we’re not this body-mind;
we're living light, thoughtful and kind.
30-March-2023
through your looking glass
redefine your prospects
reroute all efforts
stay an undiscovered self
reaffirm life's terms within
Living without love is not living is
bitter passage...
Having nature by my side
I reaffirm it's always worth living...
Life is wonderful for those
don't be afraid to live to the fullest...
Living very well is rare, but not
impossible...
To live, we must exist... !
I am from the clan of trees
we speak in the language of nature’s hidden tongue
for our souls talk under the ground
in the roots where we are bound
we are held together with the promise of living
we cling in the dirt to hear our language found
from the years of age and circles growing within our core
without a sound we reach the impasse of great distance
to articulate our prophecy to the arbor family
the ash to the maple, the pine to the oak
by gently, ever so gently flowing
through the depths of rock and rim
in waves of whispers that reaffirm
our slivers and branch’s cloak
captured in the shedding of light and elements of soil
climbing and spreading to heaven’s design
our common perfection to refine
we hold one to the other to protect and evoke
our tangle of trials of cold and smoke
through droughts and strife
we speak with quiet magnificence
for the cluster of forests that inaudibly touch
in times of trouble and toil
March 7, 2022
Breaking barriers,
overcoming obstacles,
fighting for life
sorrowing and delighting
but moving forward...
Trustful and moved , I reaffirm :
life is a spectacle
and live is exciting,
a delightful electrifying, utmost adventure!
That que Live with pleasure !
Not to die is also not to live...
greater sadness is crying inside
in place of releasing tears out...
have only pristine smiles
that today correspond to nostalgia...
Smile thorns and cry flowers...
live with a sad soul
and smile anguish...
Feeling that joy is crying around...
That's why I reaffirm that dying,
is born-again... that is spiritual
comfort...
Meanwhile, I write poetry
that reveals understanding... !
Time and again, reaffirm the one truth,
that God alone is, etched upon our soul,
for earth life sojourn, caged in body booth,
deluded thereby, seeking earthy goals,
until His touch, again makes our heart whole.
Death the release, putting our soul at ease,
yet here-now too, we may flow like the breeze,
moment to moment, building love quotient,
choosing tenderness, embrace and release,
dissolving ego in the bliss current.
09-August-2021
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