Spring is the light at the end of the tunnel we know as winter. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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"Poetry is that craft which springs from within a wordsmith's own heart, soul, and mind." Reason A. Poteet
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“Sovereignty cannot be granted by a successful career, independent offspring, emotional stability or being a war crime survivor or even steely resilience. Sovereignty can only be granted by a complete opening of the Heart.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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When after the freezing time of gloom vibrant colors sprout,
I get gems of cheer from the spring scenery
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"We must say, goodbye to winter but do not be sad. It will come back again next year with a big smile and plenty of snow. Now we welcome Spring to enjoy."
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"We must say, goodbye to winter but do not be sad. It will come back again next year with a big smile and plenty of snow. Now we welcome Spring and Easter to enjoy."
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Spring is most definitely here,there's even a nut in the White House
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"Spring Is Coming Alive With My Five Senses."
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"Spring, a time to renew, refresh and let go of Winter's bitterness."
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“My Heart is a full blown DaVinci art and more in green moss, spring soft !”
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A hidden treasure under the cottoned-garment can only be mined when a knot-rope is tightened by the prayer's-lead before the congregation — and the king will enjoy his moment in the fleshy-throne of his kingdom.
©® Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo
#SpringHearted
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Love is the beacon of peace. Woe is the state where love is lacking! I dream of dallying my life with a beautiful lady whose name is housed in the abode of love, empathy and compassion.
— Muhammad Abdulhamid Kumo
April, 2024
#SpringHearted
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I don't want to be cracked by every squirrel — for I am not a ground nut worth cracking.
©®Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo
17th November, 2024
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In the rookery — a rook must enjoy the Wing of Poesy and forget any sort of plaintive-caw.
©® Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo
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Today has come, but tomorrow is the pregnant woman which cannot be prophesied by a priest.
©®Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo
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"If you really wanted to taste the Pilgrim of Life, you must lick the bitterness of failure, drink the water of patience, work very harder and wait for the diffusion of the sweetest Pilgrimage upon your tongue."
©® Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo
2024
#SpringHearted
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JOSEPH, SON OF JACOB
"A type of the Christ Soul, The Greater Self struggling Upward from below" Joseph in an Egyptian Prison is Christ come into the world, where he can meet the two peoples, that is, the Jew and the Gentile... After long suffering, first from the Ungoverned violence of activities which spring from true service, then through temptations from the affections of the natural man, then through Bondage and Pain, the Spirit is Freed and Glorified, ALL EGYYPT BOWS TO JOSEPH"
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"Gardens must now go to sleep until spring comes back around."
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I used my mental illness as a springboard to the rest of my life.
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All strength springs from love.
July 2024.
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As long as there are spring sunrises...buds into roses, kisses into bouquets, chocolates with valentines -- there Love will also blossom...perennial bloom of the Sacred Heart.
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Why would we want a heaven without loving consciousness to experience and recall friendships infinitely? Silly to think that God would allow us such fond thoughts, and not Himself cherish tender togetherness above all else. Wrong to think that such depth of bliss, such profound cohesiveness could spring out of random evolution unmediated -- Have no doubts. Heaven is our Live Feeling Eternal Companion, and not a random Spiritual Stranger, writer of previously unknown preference and vocabulary.
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May you experience spring in your heart. May you know the bloom of contentment and joy. Blessings, love and light.
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"When winter goes to sleep, spring awakens."
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Setbacks are a springboard for a powerful resurgence. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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In the dead of winter
I walk the college campus
With a spring in my step
And a thirst for knowledge
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“A bouquet of spring color adorns natures breast,
seductive banquet for flickering wings.”
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We must let go: of pain, sorry -- even joys and strengths. Life was never about gathering...but all about letting go. Everything we recognize as physical, is a superficial substitute, the construct of fallen will. To become like Christ is not to abandon oneself in favor of a greater ego...but to see one's offspring reflection in the loving eyes of God bidding us to take rightful dominion -- Welcome home my beloved.
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As springs’ budding blossoms emerge
the raptors glide mercilessly.
I wrote this haiku-like poem on 3-27-2023 after the Nashville Covenant school shooting massacre. — Michael R. Burch
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Unwrap Spring's precious light and joy.
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