Verging on Oasis
does the journey across the sand dunes appear much more sacred, and far less futile, when a glimpse of the green pastures comes in view?
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More Stars than There are
September 8, 2017
In Transition
While in transit, do most of us get lost in stagnation,
Stopping at red lights that in no way, shape, or form
Apply to our causes?
And for those who flutter onward—
Is it Conviction, Sense of Direction, or simply
Unmeditated, gutsy bravery that might
Soon fall empty?
Regardless, the majority of us
Need, in body and spirit,
Those who fearlessly
Venture past the main stops,
Not accepting what was Fated,
Or planned by others’ hands.
September 3, 2017
Return of Ideals
even in utter chaos, we must savor these small, isolated, and precious instances
September 1, 2017
The Dying Cicadas
The Cicadas are Singing
Louder and Louder;
But no one sees them—
Invisible messengers they are,
Hiding behind leaves.
Their songs are ringing
Even more urgent now,
As their time is near—
Another conclusion of the year.
Can you hear?
In the echoing of these
Seemingly inexhaustible,
Dying Cicadas,
Distant yet vivid memories,
Of our Season
Soon-to-be-gone.
And are we, always unwary,
Startled, even a little—
To have come without a Choice,
To Seal
Another irretrievable Summer
Into just blurry dreams?
June 30, 2017
Good Set of Eyes
Blessed is thee
For thy watery,
Luminous eyes—
Capture and paint
Moments so rare
and precious
to the more unkind;
Cursed is also thee,
Whose pupil remains
Unsullied—
Too often
Falling prey to
the many hearts
Soiled.
June 26, 2017
Effort and Faith
“Now, let me share my Miracles.
Only, their ultimate effectiveness will be
determined by your efforts, and your faith.”
—Petrus of Thorolund, Dark Souls.
June 24, 2017
Motifs
the same notion can present itself in millions of ways, and we will never cease to be fascinated by it—for all the good reasons in living
June 15, 2017
Trials in A Hot Spell
Bolts of Lightning,
In shivering thuds
So tumultuous,
Violently
Shook the roof above—
Ceilings once
so sure and secure,
Now rendered ragged,
powerless and brittle.
your small world
Disturbed;
Darkness seized, and
False Light interrupted.
A Calling
So clear—
For reevaluation;
to break away from
self-afflicting routines,
Yet the mind,
feeble and deprived of
Purpose,
Slacks,
Missing
Old Sins—
Once the rain
Subsides, along will fade
Memories of
this most Intimate
and Loud
Reminder…
But Resist
We must,
Goodness and Love
take Discipline,
We Must refrain,
Hold ourselves
From the perpetual
Hollows.
Write it all down!
So that after
this gentle humidity
recedes,
The Will
Remembers
to Fight,
to Learn,
to Crawl,
and to eventually Walk
Under the boiling Sun.
Standing Upright,
We each create
Testaments of true Heart
and Devotion—
Who shall survive
Past our time
In the blistering trials of
Hot Spells.
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