“We know ourselves only insofar as we have been tested.” ― Wislawa Symborska
Personal renewal; a Phoenix rising from Elysian parachutes, Its wings, sparks of priceless incense; the plumes of summoned fortitudes, Take winged flight gliding on twin thermals – awakening and awareness – Two checkered flags mounted on ornate towers; formula one signals, Heralding the dawn of the cherishing and the nurturing, of ourselves
“We realize–often quite suddenly–that our sense of self, which has been formed and constructed out of our ideas, beliefs and images, is not really who we are. It doesn’t define us, it has no center.” ― Adyashanti
He is for you. He who shut the mouths of lions, The lamb who climbed Calvary to light Zion, The crown of thorns on the Rose of Sharon. He is for you. Who is with you as the night wanes, Who morns with you in the morning, His favor, the atom of your being, TheContinue reading “Lions – A Devotional Moment (A Poem)”
Gazing into the blue desert; the sky; a mandala in moonlight Where stars sparkle like sand on galactic carpet. Orbiting caravan doppelgangers twinkle in the waning light, An oasis chasing infinity at twilight.
“Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.” ― Henry David Thoreau
Fir everglades in stringed memorabilia Seasonal ribbons, a forest in organza, Spicing up cheer with peels of laughter; The youngest, lifted on family shoulders And, atop an Arizona Cyprus, places the star.
“If you change the MEANING of your life, it’s going to change the FEELINGS…Then, your life is really going to CHANGE.” ― Rashedur Ryan Rahman
“Gratitude is the creative force, the mother and father of love. It is in gratitude that real love exists. Love expands only when gratitude is there…This love becomes all gratitude.” ― Chinmoy Kumar Ghose (Sri Chinmoy)
The Mayflower, in petal hull traveled ocean soil, A nation, germinating in dreams of independence, sails. From hope’s lookout, oared stems envision new roots – As destiny’s voyage brave storms to freedom’s tribute. Out of Plymouth, a pilgrimage exodus, a magna carta, A nation-family birthed on the decks of November.