We are all tempted by a grand design…
Something of an imaginary kind…
Incense so zealous…yet, not ours to find.
…
A pungent temptress.
An oak’s sweetness…
A nutmeg sheltered in bitterness.
After the hibernation, when frolic peppers the air.
It is there.
It is there.
I wonder what it is they see.
There are eccentricities about time that many… will never get.
There is a mortal need to have it all around.
Thou, it is injured and too tightly wound.
It may surface that there are brisk critics regaled for being too passionately black.
And, those willing to make the ‘devil’s pact.’
As followed, before, the ache arrived, minutes filled the air.
As original as, the snowflakes in which we place our grateful cares.
Mind over the matters of time.
The pain of neutral.
No joy from fast forward or rewind.
For myself, revelations, on a dusky December day,
That, I too, conceded,
from the comfort of living in the in between.
There had been a frozen dust to the air.
It covered my tracks…
Or, considerate me…
I found myself not lost…for I never looked back.
A thoughtful and gracious smile requires nothing of me.
A natural and bare all laugh craves only a family.
A society that in-sync, adorns rapture with folly.
Stay in touch with your true insanity!
Stay in touch with your insanity…have a very grateful day!
Today, a gratitude list that includes…gratitude!
It is so much easier to appreciate life with a full cup. But…let me not forget, if the cup is full it is more likely to spill.
I struggle with bone crunching pain, morning, mid-day, night, and, every second in between.
Do I remember to give praise for simple things? For the ability to walk, shower, play with the dogs…embrace my wife?
Fifty percent of the time, no, thanksgiving is not on my list. I am busy strapping a brace on. Medicating the physical pain away. And/or, not practicing what I preach.
My mother had been placed on oxygen the other day. She is daunted with COPD. She too wonders about this…the glass is full…predicament.
Yet, as I watch her, I think to myself…
‘She has the ability to breathe again. She can do what not too long ago…she could not. Indeed, the device is disabling, to a degree, but the life it is offering far out weighs the bad.’
Loss of mindfulness is why people engage in useless pursuits, do not care for their own interests and remain un-alarmed in the presence of things which actually menace their welfare.
-Siddharha Gautama
There is a way to overcome our pain…if we just outside of ourselves.
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Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
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Just a messenger of the Lord
Pen to paper.
Word-Experimentalist
Running, Writing, Real Life Experiences & Relatable Content.
Rare Poetry and Food stories
Drawing a line through 50
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I read lots of books, from mythology retellings to literary fiction and I love to reread books from childhood, this is a place to voice my thoughts for fun. I also like to ramble about things such as art or nature every now and again.
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LOOKING INTO THE PAST ....
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