BE STRONG.
Only the strong will survive.
If you’re not strong yet, you will be!
Let go of petty differences.
Support one another.
Accept and forgive others.
Forgive those that have hurt you.
It comes with great strength to forgive others.
They need your light and love.
Drop your ego...
A blog (some call it a poem) by Gurpreet Gill.
What If?
There is so much fear, and perhaps rightfully so, about COVID-19.
And, what if…
If we subscribe to the philosophy that life is always working out for us, that there is an intelligence far greater than humans at work…
That all is...
Recently, June requested a read of another poem. This one is about a specific location - one which for aeons was the abode of aboriginal culture, before white people made their way to this place, and left their indelible stamp upon the region.
SHIFTING DESTINY
A world beloved in song-memory is...
Reincarnation
by Paula Le Cler Wood
This is the accolade,
the final badge
laid by the smouldering earth upon the earth
and this is new birth —
a new awareness and a stir
of all as yet unguessed in her.
Transcend we this and we are more than stars,
more than the seas and more than atmospheres...
A poem I wrote in a poetry course back in may, 2015, which had a few rules to go by.
The Sea
The Sea where depths extend and darkness dwells
The Sea where life formed in a brackish watery body
The Sea where creatures roam, and knowledge resides
Under a salty liquid exists the clues to unlock...
"This change will touch everything!
But don’t you see?
This is the Gift we’ve been waiting for!
How beautiful!...
Do NOT lament that this will transform everything in your life!
..."
see the rest here...
I seem to have sacred space on my mind recently.
Here is a short poem I just considered.
I am sacred space.
Sacred space is in my heart, my mind, my belly, and all around me.
I live in sacred space.
I am sacred space.
I have all the sacred space I need.
Sacred space and I are one.
Sacred...
Here is one of the poems I love so much from Arthur Rimbaud, my favorite French Poet. I illustrated it with my latest tree.
FLEURS, Arthur Rimbaud, ILLUMINATIONS
D'un gradin d'or, - parmi les cordons de soie, leas gazes grises, les velours verts et les disques de crystal qui noircissent...
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