This poem I am brave, tomorrow's poem maybe something else -- who knows? A poem takes time and energy, a bit of life going into each work -- what do we have more precious?
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Some skin deep beauty, goes clear down to the soul. But man does not have the patience to travel that far, seldom committed after the top layer.
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Love—that invisible, divine radiance springing from the depths of our soul—travels toward the soul we love, and that soul, like a mirror, reflects it back to us... for us!
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I was a graveyard, you came as prayer, then left me as ghost.
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Passion has no boundaries...maybe guilt at times, but really is most often judged only by those less brave and alive -- we love our best...God will decide the rest.
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Rather than measuring a moment, it is better to be in the moment, traveling bravely life's unpredictable, and often harrowing trajectory -- one way or another, you will come out the other-side. For the sake of the soul, even death can sometimes be a victory.
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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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A life of satisfaction can be the graveyard of dreams.
A life of success is where dreams become reality.
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We learn truth by brave juxtaposition.
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How do you expect to travel to the moon and stars if you do not first give up the Earth
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Indeed, great art is spiritually stimulating. Often great art, great poetry has little to do with intelligence...and more to do with bravery, honesty -- anyone, with practice can be intelligent -- bravery requires faith not found in books.
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To travel, not only to get to know places, but to get to know yourself. April 2026.
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Any travel must be a journey of discorvery and introspection, not for any vanity. February 2026.
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When travelling, do it alone, for it is in the silence of solitude that true reflection happens. February 2026.
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Travel-distance is no journey by itself...more, whether and how our senses conjoin -- if one is committed to a truthful forward pace of mind and heart.
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"Sometimes, life is like a workout. It's not a surprise that we crave a break in between."
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So much of what we taste in life is bittersweet ... I'm not surprised when we crave the cake and candy too.
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Be brave. Be bold. Be bad ass every day.
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Often times I crave for ignorance coz the weight of truth seems unbearable...but yet I am allergic to even the slightest nuances of ignorance
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Often times I crave for ignorance coz the weight of truth seems unbearable...but yet I am allergic to even the slightest nuances of ignorance javascript thepoet
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Oh, if only to reach and touch, so easily, where eyes and hearts can deeply travel in a dreamy instant.
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The Soul is not something outside of you. The Soul is integrated within your very cells. It moves, travels, but never leaves you body fully until you take your last breath. It carries your encodings with it where it goes to continue its lessons. It is hooked into the physical Heart as etheric thread. So do not look for Soul in the heavens. Use it as it presents in material form in the here and now with mind as the tool.
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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The only thing we take to the grave is integrity. Gordon Sully
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For the brave, words are not enough. For the crazy, there are not enough words.
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“A CREATIVE PERSON is someone that can see many options, is highly flexible, able to learn constantly & has the ability to go with flow. One cannot create in stagnancy or inflexibility. To expand imagination, travel dimensions & realms & create fresh new pieces one has to flexate, move, let go of that which is already done.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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Fine fabric of poetry closer
the frayed edges of language, loose
threads of thought we light, to keep
from unraveling. What lasting value,
if any at all, rises in the smoke, is
sustained by memory of the lyrical
flash.
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Traveling more deeply in sometimes is the only way out.
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We travel and see through the shallows and depths of many. Poetry is the Poet's shared ark of survival and discovery.
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"The mind can time travel, but the heart always beats in the present."
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“Better a tree for eagles
than a haunt for ravens.”
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