24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Success comes from the mastery of oneself
From this mastery
We are connected to our heart
Through self-acceptance
When we come from our heart there
Is no place for jealousy and envy
In our dealings with others
We are indeed coming from a place of
Unconditional love
Living in fear
Paralysed in every facet of your life
Enduring unnecessary pain and anguish
Why? Unable to trust oneself
To let go of the fear
Where did the fear come from?
Emotional pain
Found deep inside
Hiding in the shadows
Directions given to the shadows
by limiting beliefs and past regrets
in short Guilt and recriminations!
How does one free themselves from this nightmare?
Self-Acceptance that we are
Truly loved and Self-forgiveness
By setting ourselves free
We can dance with the moon
And be re energised by the sun.
We all are different
Still united
We do the same
Still divided
The affection we feel
Times we deal
The distance is far
Still we are connected
World is round
Magic is known
This land made by us
Is what we own..
Don’t worry so much.
You’re smart and you’re beautiful.
You are.
Don’t work so much.
You’ll have enough to live.
You will.
Don’t eat so much.
It won’t fill that emptiness you feel.
It won’t.
Trust your instincts.
That quiet, still voice inside you will guide you.
It will.
Listen to your elders and those who love you,
Even if it seems like they don’t understand or care.
They do.
Read and pray more.
Ideas and faith will fill your soul with everything you need.
They will.
Love with abandon.
It’s all that really matters.
It is.
I once knew a man named “Anybody”
He was always hanging around.
Homeless, and weak with exhaustion,
“Anybody” barely made a sound.
His shoes were filled with holes,
Laces shredded by age.
Feet blistered from “Anybody’s” travels,
“Anybody” hadn’t slept in days.
Putrid aroma,
lingered when “Anybody” walked by.
Out of all fault found,
“Anybody” was still kind.
“Anybody” had a secret.
A secret he shared with few.
While judging the misfortunes of others,
Do not forget “Anybody” is YOU!
You said you would come
You didn’t come
You said you were sorry
You do it again though
You said you would remember
You don’t like always
You said don’t leave
You were the one that walked away
We honor portals.
Dress them with beads,
Hang them with wreaths,
Set mezuzahs in the doorposts,
Recognizing that we move between the worlds
And our transitions
Beg for blessings.
Okay, she definitely didn’t look like the usual sixty year old.
Who was I kidding?
She didn’t look like the usual anything.
I couldn’t put my finger on it.
(neither would she let me).
She was the quintessential breath of fresh air on a stale, hot day.
That forced you to wonder what was it that you were missing all these years.
(and what could you do to get whatever it was back).
Dear Miss Emily Bronte of the sisters five
How did you create love as a muddled hive?
How dare Catherine defy the love she never hated?
Why did you not simplify love as it was created?
I had often thought to ask of Heathcliff of Wuthering Heights
To know where he ventured in your sights
Miss Bronte, if I may, my curiosity is not restrained
How indeed did you know love so untrained?
It is with love, horror, smiles and grief and memories much
I read your thoughts, those words were such
Engulfed in a mystifying mystery so beautiful
Lord knows what other thoughts lived there and how bountiful
Forgive me, for I meant to take not much of your time ‘
But I have learned this much, at day and night
You are also part of the cult, the kind that creates fantasy
Writers! Your magic remains a mystery
A Poem to Emily- Poem #5 for Poetry Half Marathon by Ingrid
Your words come to me in the Night
Release, Religion and Birds in flight.
Creeping into my sleeping hours
Dripping metaphors with great powers.
Stanzas choked with memories of
Pain, Freedom and letting go
Something we must all come to know.