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instruth · 1 year

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She Is Still There

A sweet familiar face

Flower from outer space

Pages from my memory book

Just to take a closer look

I hear laughter in the wind

A whirlpool stirs in my mind

I feel dizzy, going to faint

Hurriedly, I begin to paint

The sun gets to her eyes

Or is she waving goodbye

Holding her tears bravely

Her eyelids heavy

Images turning wavy

I smile, contented and happy

She is still there, looking at me

©Johnny J P Lee

02 April 2023

A Gogyoshiren Poem (15)

Art Credit Christina Chin

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okie-writes · 2 years

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scribblersobia · 2 years

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Autumn breeze 🍃

September is now at ease, with a cold fresh autumn breeze. Days are slowly turning shorter, and nights will now sleep a little longer. Summer is bidding us goodbye, with chilly winds dancing like butterflies. The benevolence of silence is what life craves, Autumn shows us how a wave of change can make us beautiful and brave.

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merakimousumi · 1 year

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My direct experience

There comes a time when you have to let everything fall apart. No matter whatever you do or try or perceive, nothing works in your favour.

With great reluctance, you understand that one has to stop fighting for a life you've outgrown and trust that you will be okay, even if you can't see how right now. ( Nithya keeps saying, many masters said , yet it feels BS in many moments) .

For a while ( this appears longer than you have imagined) everything may feel messy and hard, and you may feel scared and lost.

Embrace the fear. Embrace the uncertainty. Embrace the loss. There is no option, it looks like a choice less universe. People term this as depression, enlightenment, awakening etc , to the person experiencing feel trash , feels dark , feels rejected, cloud of hopelessness fogs your brain. Yet there is a micro part within which whispers - keep faith, another step , another breath, another moment.

The dark tunnel of change leads to the light of possibility. Till one sees the possibility, just don't give up. Walk , crawl, lay down, limp - Just breathe. Every breath is proof of a force that is there . Multiple times it's okay to forget, just one moment recall and quench that drop.

This dark is light and the light is eternal!!!

- Mousumi

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novinablog · 2 years

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Me

If you love me

Close to me

Stay by me

Don't ever go from me

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If you don't love me

Talk to me and i will accept it

Don't you leave me for no reason

Because that makes me hate you

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If you love me

I'll love you more

If you don't love me

I will find someone who can love me

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madhuuraaa · 2 years

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//Let's hold hands and walk in the rain//

I was waiting at the park bench, looking over at the horizon; the sun beginning to set for the day, but there was still no sign of you. I started to wonder, maybe you're busy somewhere and I chose the wrong day to meet. But, it has been more than a month since we met; more than a month since I sat with my head on your shoulder, your fingers drawing circles on my thighs. Is this what happens in long-distance relationships? Is it always going to be months before I see your face out of that virtual square? I was so lost in my thoughts, that I didn't hear you come, even though the park was half empty till now; everyone went back to their homes and families; and here we were, coming home after a month.

You sat down next to me, and gently took my hand in yours, and I was home finally. All those months of separation didn't make us strangers; instead, they just brought us closer. For half an hour we spoke nothing; you kept staring at me, and I kept looking at our intertwined fingers. But it was getting late, and we didn't have time, even the sun was setting. And that's when you spoke,'Are you looking at the sky right now? These stars and the moon, they were always the same for the past 30 days, but you weren't there with me. We were sharing the same sky, but now we are sharing the same space.' You always loved the night sky, the stars and the moon and the peace calming the chaos in your heart.

In response, I just snuggled closer to you. I was never great with words, and you are always full of them for me. It was calming to just sit in silence and listen to your heart beating; I felt safe and at home. We sat there for hours, till the guard came to close the park. As we got back inside the city, the world came back to us; with its noises and chaos, but you were still holding onto my hand; as if I was your tether to peace.

It started pouring; but instead of running for shelter, you stood there getting wet, marvelling at the rain drops. 'I promised you a walk in the rain.' you reminded me. It was a long time ago, but you remembered; you always tend to remember everything about me. 'You are like the first drop of rain, soothing my skin from the scorching summer', and I spoke for the first time since we met an hour ago.

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pelicandensity · 2 years

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spilledpoetries · 3 years

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MEMORIES

Distant Memories are unlike flowers

Their fragrance lasts in heart even after the person with whom we have memories itself becomes a memory

Happy and sad memories are unlike pain killers

the emerging nostalgia pains the soul when remembered the most

Memories are music lovers

they stimulate on a musical note

Memories are descendants from heaven

they can take you to the dream place crowded only with your favourite people

Memories are like fathers

their value increases

as the time progresses

Moments last for a moment

but memories are long lasting

Memories are unlike humans

people come and go

but memories last forever

~Sakshi (ORIGINAL POSTER AND WRITER)

1/8/2021 , Sakshi.S.R ©

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quiet-storm132 · 2 years

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Dreamland first class seat

A round trip pass to unload

And relax for now

Haiku mini series: 1 - 10

All aboard # 10

01/07/2022

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aahhkillme · 3 years

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Beautiful Moments Happen In The Past.

You didn’t know sleeping in best friend’s lap was beautiful until she moved in a different house, in different city, in different country. You didn’t know touching his face was beautiful until you separated your ways to never see each other again. You didn’t know pushing your head in a soft pillow was beautiful until you landed in a new city, clueless, on your own. You didn’t know the hug you gave that person was beautiful until he died. Comfort is in the past, reminisced in its absence. Warmth valued in the grip of frost. Love known amid those fondled by apathy. Until worst mastered you don’t know what good is and until the death clasps- life.

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fallinglanding · 2 years

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okie-writes · 2 years

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scribblersobia · 2 years

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Never give up on yourself because your "never give up on me" attitude will soon become an inspirational story for the world. Keep working hard.

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merakimousumi · 2 years

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LADDER

Since childhood we are taught to climb. We have to reach somewhere because present is not good enough. This continues as you grow, keep climbing high . As you move in life , you know that every time you think you have reached the goal post / floor changed . Again you cannot rest wherever you are . We all have this serious disease of HURRY - NOWHERE. As you start getting understanding of different perspective of life, there is a realisation that it is such a trap. Even in space of spiritual path , this enlightened is big trap . My teacher say what if you are already enlightened. Just look within yourself and see how much you are in disbelief!! Within us we have again created a picture of an enlightened being and we are very sure , we are not !! so we keep climbing the ladder again. Guru Nanak said the best place is to sit on the ground, its most stable as you cannot fall anymore. Time to get done , there is nothing up there , everything that we are looking is down here in now. Be your own heaven and walk down, away from the hell created for this circus of life.

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luck1998 · 3 years

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Trap Door

A cold breeze covering my chest, Sending chills down my spine.

Watching what we had fading like time easing.

Thought we were ever lasting but you’re forever changing.

Going from everything I want to nothing I need.

Should of listened to my friends, they saw it coming like a prophet.

Telling me to put my feelings in pocket.

Stay solid.

Watch who you fall for, but I can’t help who I fall for.

It’s like a trap door.

Stuck between these floors.

Can’t escape these flaws.

It’s like I’m coming home from war.

Post dramatic stress.

I don’t get a lot of rest cause when I see the sun set, I see you.

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madhuuraaa · 2 years

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//You're at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart//

You met me at the edge of the world, and asked me not to jump,

That wasn't unusual though, many had asked similar of me.

I feigned ignorance, as if your voice didn't reach me.

I thought of jumping again, But you took my hand, and pulled me inside, out from the grasp of the deep chasm that lay beneath,

You shook me hard, and I felt the pain fall away, like droplets of infected blood, leaving my body.

Your voice wasn't far away anymore, it whispered at the edges of my soul.

My hand didn't feel cold anymore; your fingers were warm, laced with mine.

You sat with me, just near the edge, but far enough not to jump.

I wept and wept, my sobs echoing throughout the emptiness below.

The birds ran away, afraid of me

The seasons changed, and I kept weeping; mourning the loss of innocence and love

But you sat there, through it all, holding me close to your heart, warming my dead soul.

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