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Spirituality

Forgetfulness and staying awake

 In this life we’re living in,

it’s so easy to forget

and so difficult to keep watch

and to stay awake

So many things

distract us and bombard us

with temptations and lies

we sooner or later accept as truth

and allow to dominate even our subconcious minds

Passions, tastes, excitement,

hobbies, competition, entertainment,

things that entrance us

making us believe they’re the only thing there is

To such a life

even sorrow is a gift

if it could awaken us

if it could help us realize

these are not the end of all our hopes

Declare then this paradox

and see that none can ever have complete

happiness in the present life

For to follow the way of comfort all the way,

one must succumb to forgetfulness

and thus suffer later in one’s path

On the other hand,

to follow the way of wakefulness

one must carry his cross

so as not to let the flame of love

die out from his heart

Categories
Life

Where the sidewalk ends

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Where the Sidewalk Ends (by Shel Silverstein)

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

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Healing Life Spirituality

Withered Flower

What is the meaning of our life

if we are but a mist that quickly goes away?

Like a rose that blooms but for a day?

What does it matter then that we have

ever passed this way?

Whatever happens

to the smiles we have smiled?

to the tears we have cried?

Whatever happens

to dreams we dreamt and reached?

to failures that turned out bitter-sweet?

Whatever happens to raindrops that fell

if they shall not rise again towards heaven

and be made purer than they have ever been?

Whatever happens?

O whatever happens

if your fallen soul

shall not be redeemed?

By now, I can only pray…

I can only believe

that everything is not meaningless,

that there is reserved a destiny,

even for a withered flower,

even for mist that quickly goes away…

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Poems

I am a tree

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I am a tree

sprouting forth and reaching out

for the glorious sunny sky

strengthening my stance

drawing forth life

from the warm womb of the ground

bearing forth what fruit

i may offer to all

giving my shade

to those who may want to rest awhile

Not all men may notice me

when they pass by

not all may taste the fruit

that i have whole-heartedly offered

nor avail of the shade

of my embrace

and yet  i stand

and yet i stand

for a tree remains to be a tree

though no one comes to rest in thee

its arms remain wide open

its fruit renewed always in their season

its gaze always before the sky

smiling

knowing

standing firm

where God has appointed thee

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Healing Life Spirituality

What’s wrong with pride?

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Pride, even if it be of righteousness, takes us away from love.

It blinds us with a false strength

and erodes our heart with a fear

of losing the things which we attach our self-worth unto,

things which can easily be lost.

Love, on the other hand,

can never be truly lost,

but needs only to be found

again

and again

and again…