This poem addresses how our habits often hold us back from bringing new potential into our lives. Sometimes the coziness with which we are encompassed when completing the actions we consider to be ‘what we do’ blinds us from the blossoms behind our backs. Turn around and wake up my friends…!
The smoking brew sessions
They connect me to and remind me of my past,
While causing tomorrow to sleep in…
I do hear the echoes here,
I do love the sentiment near,
But will I stay in this hallway,
Listening to what I’ve already heard…?
Tomorrow speaks a foreign word,
But the pressure of the presence might
Sing-a-long absurd.
To turn around and catch sight of the blossoms
To re-access infinity.
Drawing the picture of more than what you can…
Feeling potential rise from the similar sand.
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To sing in chord with the moon and rain.
Life is never ever the same…
The only thing that remains
Work steady until the end of the day
Always remember what holds the stay
The sun comes and returns the same
The only thing that remains: Earth, sky, fire and rain
The living green each breath maintained
Vitality and healing simply gained
Plants and trees share our morphological planes
The only thing that remains: Earth, sky, fire and rain
When joined together beauty creates
Lifting each other to a higher place
The future is brighter with Nature embraced
For the only thing that remains: Earth, sky, fire and rain.
Debra Paige author of the upcoming book: “One Brave Step.”
I wrote this poem for you after reading about the loss of your tents. I am so grateful you didn’t give up. Seems I need your help; today. So, I am grateful to you for all of your hard work. May you find infinite blessings in the good work you are doing….always understand that the joy of your labor of love…will go on forever. Please accept my simple: THANK YOU!
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Love, it is the way.
Love is just and love just is.
In order to explain love,
one must first understand that …
love needs no explanation.
Mankind tries to control kind men,
but a kind man cannot be controlled
because kindness is infectious and
mankind is OUT of control.