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Mukhia Deva Ruben Poem
Son of a Empress. Should you not stand tall? If I could hold you, make you leave the darkness. Mend your broken crown, restore the fearless shine in your eyes!
If they try to make you small, remember you are born out of Mother Earth. To compare with clouds, roaring rivers, shift of seasons, warming sun.
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Tranquility of trees,
standing there watching us throughout time.
Those before us,
those coming after.
All the knowings of how, what if, almost, and what was completed.
Gathering wisdom.
I am resting in your shadow,
my eyes following the intriguing ways
your leaves sow the sun. Filling me with certainty;
There is a meaning to it all.
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Guiltiness -stress on my consciens. A teacher from the past. The song in my heart.
As remaining shadows, a vibrant shiver where palm met palm. Your hands warm, mine cold. Perfect combination? Or a sign of let go?
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Longing to be told the journey is at head. By green leaves whispers, cold streams running chills gently on my feet, the brickwalls, sound of familiar voices, paths always felt. With eyes closed and heart opened, raising my mind and lightened my body, all to find the way back Home.
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A bearded poet with
a broken spear.
No tears no hopes
still walking proud.
Your sorrows I cannot understand
no words to strong to describe your fear.
Come let me hold you while you dream
of days lost and horizons crushed.
Born at the wrong hour,
fighting destiny.
Hold on poet - daylight will golden the treetops
in due time, and bring peace.
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Excellent Angel. So I was told.
Searching within for stories to begin.
Contradictions, circumstances, consequenses.
Who am I to wear a name like this? Here and now, in human disguise, spreading my wings:
Stir up, stir up the breeze to storm.
Excellent Angel illuminate your soul.
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