Souls arrive on earth compelled to survive dramatic impacts.
Each child of spirit will eventually reach for reasons to be here.
Living finds the soul striving for intangible roots, tangibly real.
Foundations are sought to lead, gift and uplift one’s true self.
Fertile roses grow blind to the forces aligned on their behalf.
Unconscious insistence diminishes man’s resistance to its menu.
Layers of intuitive insight incites and invites us to a spiritual level.
Colors of otherness within us highlight discoveries of all authentic.
Revealing layers of our source may be sought and found in prayer.
Uniting with God grants exciting stances on His supporting plateau.
Mindfulness is the plume of God’s rhythm that rhymes our bloom.
Roy Broadbent Fuller of Lancashire
of poetry never did tire
With a style of didatic
he sounded it with a sel-critique
TIGHT WAD
Yer cannie, as cannie be.
Nae sloutch, or frivolous, spend-thrift, ye.
Whose coin, to feered to leave the purse,
-in-case it’s ye’sd tae quench the thirst.
O, the ither, who just stood ye one.
Now sitting empty as a drouthy burn,
as he waits on you to stand your turn.
He taps his glass, he looks at you,
A bead of sweat runs doon your broo.
There’s nae way oot o this one noo.
Ye steady yer-sel, ye are resigned.
Then an idea springs tae mind.
You dig deep, you rummage roond.
The ither hopes its coin you’ve foond.
But you pull oot your watch instead,
his face is thunder yours turns red.
But not of shame, but by reprieve,
for the precious coin that’s now been
saved--to see the light of a-nither day,
as you prepare to go your way.
Jings is that the time, you will exclaim.
It’s time that you were getting hame.
And as you leave to go on your way,
I’ll catch you next time you will say,
As you pat you’re purse, well hidden away,
Your coinage safe for a-nither day.
A poem by john scott
once upon a rising sun
a long way to go
and casting pebbles in
unfamiliar waters ain't
always kept me dry - listening
to my ego I mean m low
sel-esteem has given me names that
don't belong to me
in remembrance of
lonely nights and seasons
where what was supposed
to be sacred act turned into a desperate
act that left me feeling
as though I am without
reason
and so I cast a pebble
of this name out into the
the waters of my unfamiliar
as I look at a painter's
skyline of setting sun
with uschias, yellows,
oranges, and grays that
fall gently into a darkness filled with stars
and my hands now empty
of pebbles
there's nothing else to do
but turn on some soft music
and rest comfortably
with the wisdom of
going solo until he,
my true, is revealed
What do you want, what do you need?
I've got it right here, just read.
Need a house, your own home,
just call me on the phone.
Need appliances to add to it,
let me know, I can accrue it.
Need a dog, a friendly companion,
I've a sweetheart for ransom.
Need some clothes, a dress or suit,
I've one of each so very cute.
Need a car, some flashy statement?
Trust me, this one will thrill your amazement.
Need a friend, a spouse or just a lover?
I have secrets you'll die to discover.
Here's my name and my number -
Princess Caribou, your local blunder
@ 1-226-735-6841
I-can- sel- nting
The ad to sell something contest
The horizon is sleek :
No sails coming
No boat slips
> And I remember
That you embarked, joyful
for this distant country
Where you would be happy
- ( according to what is said ) -.
Because I don't have news ...
just those of the salt
and the wind, too
from now on, happens.
I watch for the liquid immensity ,
all along the day,
but the sea remains empty,
- and absence is its outline.
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and the original (in french ) :
--------
L'horizon est lisse
Aucune voile ne vient
Aucun bateau ne glisse
> Et je me souviens
Que tu t'embarquas, joyeuse
pour ce lointain pays
Où tu serais heureuse
– ( d'après ce que l'on dit ) -.
Car je n'ai de nouvelles ...
que celles du sel
et aussi du vent
qui arrivent, dorénavant .
Je guette l'immensité liquide,
tout au long du jour,
mais la mer reste vide ,
– et l'absence est son contour.
I
Speak
To
You
I
Am
An-
Gry
At
You
Could
We
Talk
La-
Ter
Be-
Cause
You
Hurt
Me
With
Words
I
Cuss
And
I
Am
So...
so...
So-
Rry...
I
Am
Ig-
Nor-
Ant
and
Sel-
fish
I
Love
You,
Dad...
I
Love
You,
Mom...
But
I
Am
One
With
Me.
I
Feel
Ha-
Ppy...
No
Lo-
Nger
Su-
i-
ci-
dal
or
Sad
As
I
Was
Be-
fore
You
Are
My
Par-
ents
And
I
Should
Have
Ho-
Nored
You
Be-
tter
Than
This...
I
Am
The
Mo-
Nster
I
Am
Un-
Loved
But,
I
Am
Be-
lo-
ved...
which
means
Day_
Vid_
Will_
I-
Am_
One
Syll-
A-
Ble
Seems
Too
Li-
ttle
for
I...
See...
The...
Light...
So...
Bright...
so......
Me-smer-i-zing....
I a-pol-o-gize...
For be-ing rude...
My a-tti-tude...
Stunk like dung...
Some-thing went wrong...
I
Am
One
With
Me.
I
Am
One
With
All.
But. I. Must. Stand. Tall.
Hard-ships...
Harm me or help me...
GET A GRIP...
Day_vid_....
You will ne-ver see...
The real me...
Be-cause the real me...
Is far from my reach
I be-seech
A
Be-
Tter
ME.
BUILT NOT TO SELL!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
We built a friendSHIP,
Not to sel(l)FISH!
Isigin dusu yagmur
Yagar yagar
Sicim gibi duser
Duser ustume
Uyanirim dusumden
-Hatirlarim -
Gecmis yasanmis
Bitmemis hayata
Senle ve sensiz
Isigin duser ayin golgesine
Isildar yakamozun dalgalarin sesinde
Senle ve sensiz
Yasamim eser melteminde tenin
Aninda ruyam desem unutulmaz
Lodos kasirkaydi karanlikti gece
Karanliktan daha karanlikti dunya ve ay
Dusunurken seni ay isigi vursa yuzune
Senle ben sensiz bir hic
Bir yildiz olsa da aydinlatsa yolumuzu
Ask yalin bir cocuk goge agaca tirmanan
Nehirlerde ve denizlerde sandalamiz
Sevdamizi tasiyan goklere merdiven
Sen istedikce kosalim bilinmiyene
Ellerimizde isik sevdali gizem
Yagmur ve sel sonra gunes goklerde ates
Korkmadan bu defa senle yine olumune
Karanlikta ve komurun atesinde elele
Yuruyelim elele isigin harelerinde
mabe you are the best
don't hurt to get
if don't have it yet
so you don't and won't
sel for less
and to be gaining
get some
TRAINING
Far away land made for two sharing our hearts desire. Paradise Is what has been giving since we met. Paradise A loved that is blessed. Paradise the look you give after we make love. Paradise the true sense of sel and spirit. Paradise the beginning of a new life. We've had our share of hurt and pain. yet here in Paradise we share both time and space. Paradise to the passion and the flame Paradise yes, my love we're here in blissful Paradise!
Tane tane hayatim
Kostum tarlasinda umidin
Ruzgar savurdu ruyami
Yagmur olmus sel
Tutanamadim
Bir kar tanesi hayatim
Bir yamacta tutunsam
Kaysa cocuklar sirtimdam
Eridim su oldu bedenim
Bir ates kivilcim hayatim
Yaksam korkunu kullugun
Kulunde yeserse barisa fidan
Kul oldum yittim kendi atesimde
Bir care olsa bilge kisi halime
Bu dunya halindem yorgunum
Tasinalim yeni dogan gunes duvene
Gun donence ipek iprisim
Emegim isledigim umidim
Gelecegim nar bebelerim
Sel ve heyelan kul umidim
Kurdugum ev dere yataginda
Kurdugum ev yamacda
Aldi goturdu sel tel tel
Isledigigim ipek ruyayi
Koptu canimdan ipek iprisim
Gun donence isledigim
Toprak kaydi kayboldum
Bunun suclusu kim
Unuttum zamanin sensiz akisini
Yudumladigim buruk tatli corbada
Gonderdigim ipek mendilim
Ay dogmus gun akti isigina
Bir girdaptir yasam gulum
Bozkirdan goge uzanan merdiven
Donan cayi basan sel yar dinlemez
Cektimde kurtardim balcigindan
Frigyanin kaybolmus hazinesini
Unutulmus kaynayan sulardan
Salinan yarim al endamli basma
Dans eder Porsugun sularinda
The last cigarette in the box
Its ash falling slowly towards the ground
In its spiral decent, the flicker
Light slowly fading out
Unbeknownst to me, the bloom is still full
I have been locked away placed behind a mirror
I cannot see out
Only the reflection within
How did I awake in such a place?
Did I willingly walk in?
Or did some mirage dissipate languishingly
In its wake, I find only the black rose
Beautiful and silent
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