We are born with inner power...often released when least expected -- not an intellectual awakening but a spiritual one. One teaches us, while the latter transforms us.
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I came with stars and bangles --
you set me in a corner.
I sang sweet lyrics, -- your dog
did not approve. We kissed,
our imitation – The doorbell rang
and we both leaped to answer.
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When duty becomes a daily chore, life become heavy and burdensome - a thistle lodged in the flesh; but when borne with love and sacrifice, it becomes a perfect beauty.
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If some things come in, then there must be a way out,
And if you could find no way out,
then it becomes a thistle in the flesh.
For one's destiny is not born, nor written in pain or in fate,
But created through it.
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The blue and red thorns that sticked me made me
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When I add water to the birdbath each morning, lots of bees show up to take drinks while birds approvingly tweeting. The little colorful love-birds are the bravest, flapping around me while in my connected process. Water, birds, bees, dogs, fleas...somehow it all works out for the best when each does its small part.
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No voyage of discovery begins on a well worn path.
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We are born to be completed. Opposites more often mirrors -- were it not already in us, we would not be able to see it in others.
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To be born again is not to find religion, but to awaken to who you are.
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"Greed is like a bag of popcorn — when you try to pop every kernel, you end up burning them all. In the end, when everything is lost, nobody's left to help you."
— Neo Lechwenyo
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It's not your business to make motion. You are not the current nor the waves. Your task is to turn your face to the morning and steer your craft into the sun.
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“poetry is not ornament but citizenship of the soul.”
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Courage isn't always about showing up at grand gestures, but the act of persisting even when the heart is weak and worn. Such courage is noble!
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Judging by the way I react to toast poping up in the morning,
I know I'll never look cool walking away from an explosion.
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Shivers through your body in the strangest places. Mystic creatures with skin torn faces. Bleeding hands bones show through bright red rivers and a misty dew.
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Do you know your mind's a prison?
Have you been chained by depression and be brutally beaten by thoughts like Cain with thorns piercing your skin?
You haven't grown,
All the problems you've had you've also gotten the solutions easily.
So why do you worry?
A state of PEACE I can now trade for gold.
Blossom Monyei
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"Morning arrives when the brilliant sun first kisses the Atlantic Ocean."
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Insight borne of experience is much more likely to be universally applicable than insight borne of intellect.
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Impaled on the horns of a polled dilemma.
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If politics makes strange bedfellows, their offspring is borne of hypocrisy.
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Breaks there a dream as sad as that of might-have-beens, that wakes the morning bright and beautiful, and spends the day in sleep that never ends.
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My love is stubborn, his patience needs a cigar
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In the darkest corner of your mind, a door creaks open. It's the key to another dimension-A dimension of shadow, a dimension of fear. You're moving into a land of fractured mirrors and whispering phantoms, of things buried deep and ideas you've fought to forget. You've just crossed over into........yourself.
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If a bull comes rushing towards you, what would you do – run away OR rush at it and take it by the horns? ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Yep, the night out, is not always the same as morning reflection -- which do we treasure more? A warped fondness for even many of my mistakes -- I say, show mercy to one's own heart.
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Indeed, life is for living. Burn brightly! Both day and night, blazing way to find. Every pore, every thought we have, an electrified flame of being. Hell a cheap, phony duplication. Each of us, born of blessed starlight. Greater the divine fuel as we move on.
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The tailor who has just had his cut fingers stitched by the surgeon has gone back to his workshop with the surgeon’s torn lab coat to stitch it. Is that strange? Oh, no! Both men are experts on stitching. Hey, Friends, don’t you see we need one another? Let us all come together to stitch up the many cuts on our today’s troubled world. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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From my mother’s pain, the alphabet of my tears was born.
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The tailor who has just had his cut fingers stitched by the surgeon has gone back to his workshop with the surgeon’s torn lab coat to stitch it. Is that strange? Oh, no! Both men are experts on stitching. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Sometimes the hardest pain is born from the absence of honest words.
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