Particular Moments

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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.

 

Compassion Only

“A heart does not break; it goes on beating.” 

—Dr. Joe Gallenberger.

Significance in Obscurity

“Our significance isn’t found in fame or fortune, but in knowledge that we have been links in the great Cosmic chain. Our faithfulness, even in obscurity, will yield results that can only be calculated in eternity.” 

—anonymous.

What is Better?

“What is better, to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?”
—Paarthurnax. 

A Sprinkle of Sugar

“…he realized that he had to choose between thinking of himself as the poor victim of a thief, or as an adventurer in quest of his treasure.

‘I am an adventurer, looking for treasure,’ he said to himself.”

                                                                                                               —The Alchemist.

Youth as A State of Mind.

“Only by taking yearning to its mortal limit can youth be wholly known.”

—R.H.

On Love & Hate

“Hate is not the opposite of love. Apathy is the opposite of love.”

—anonymous.

Do We All, and Always, Run and Hide?

There is no Pill
Or Beverage

That can fix
It
All—

One can run,
Into the open,
Escape the slaving dungeon,

But darkness
Follows, and condenses
Wherever He should

Lay to Rest—

One can forever
Run,
Only to realize

A Life’s Time
Is not enough
To hide.

So Young one,
You and your
Unspent Beauty,

Take to the Strenuous strides;

Learn to work
In darkness,
But resting in Light.

A Gleam at Midnight

” Love has made you Weak!”

.

 “No, Love made me Strong.”

On Receiving Flowers

You were told
To close your eyes,

So you do–
Without suspicion,

Eye-lids
Shut
In an automatous,
Curious flutter–

Then,
A miniature
Bouquet
Lay
Beautifully
Delicate
In your hands.

Fresh, delightful,
And fragile–
Too good
Were they, for
Your more wicked
Self cringed
At their sight–

Exuding a new gleam
In that cold night,
In your hands
A gentle cradle
of Love and Joy;

Some of which
You still
Cannot understand–

Like a sound
Of Redeeming
Purity
Amidst a fallen
Mecca-full
Of deafened
Drums.

A dose of sweet medicine,
Leaving you blessed and terrified—
Were you sick
Before,
And were you
Only then,

Upon inhaling Innocence
And Scent,
Finally beginning to,

Through
Great Effort,
Wakened from an
Ageless Neglect,
Overcome

Your Fatal
Illness,
And become Well
To and for all
Once again?