So much weight,
On your shoulders
On your back.
Hunched over
Broken down
Beaten by your own mind.
For the love of God
For the love of life,
For it can only be for love.
Hang on by that nail
Or that thread,
But mostly, by each breath.
So generously delivered
Without request
Without any demands.
Let yourself receive
This love supreme,
That will never be understood, only felt.
For no matter
Any circumstance,
It is loyal
It is faithful
Just to you
Until the very end.
Reality is ugly
Affirmed with every
Innocent cry of pain and destitution
From wounds in overt and covert wars
Perhaps in the mind
Perhaps in the surrounding society
Deep seats fears
Hatred and vindictiveness
Ugly driving forces
Consolidated by generational
Indoctrinations
And medias’ unforgivable trends
Repeated through history
Where is the beginning?
Where is the end?
Flip the coin
And bear witness
To strength and a kindness
Revealing unimaginable
Selflessness, courage
Generosity
The many helping hands
Not nations
But singular persons
Reaching out
Risking their own lives
Listening to the call
Of consciousness
Righteousness
Their humanity’s voice
So is reality
Ugly or
Beautiful?
With the founding factors
All within
Each and every human
What is your reality
Ugly or
Beautiful?
Despite the circumstances
What are you nurturing
Do you even know you can make the choice!
Anatoliy Misuik, Autumn Breath, 2022, Lviv Ukraine
The morning air
clean and slight crisp.
The golden orb
slower to rise.
This third season
closes what has been amassed
with a serene gratitude.
Gentle and as abundantly as the falling leaves.
Yet opens the door
to reflection and consolidation,
giving rise to fortitude
needed to step into the shorter darker days.
Maturing beauty surrounds
with swaying wheat bushels.
Rich solid gourds and pumpkins
adorning doorsteps and mantles.
Summer fruits dwindle,
as hearty fall veggies
gathered for soups and stews
await crusty bread dipping.
This the season
of closing in onto the self.
Comforting for some.
Frightful for others.
For your own autumn’s coming,
collect the savoring of memories
rich and robust for growing closer
to your inner core.
As this, your core, will never dwindle
decay and dissolve.
And as you await your winter
fear not the cold or isolation.
But welcome the comfort,
Companionship
of that which you has seen you through
each and all of your seasons.
Guilt, fear
Successes, failures
Right turns, wrong turns
This is the noise between the ears.
Always questioning your worthiness
To bask in your wholeness
Where divinity awaits you.
This is the very distraction
Obscuring your passage
Creating your barrier
To your inner self and awareness.
It is here that the infinite is united
With your mortality.
Here ‘now’ allows
The ultimate experience
The experience
The millennia took
In the creation of you.
So ask not of your worthiness
Your presence
Dictates your absolute claim.
Breathe in this life
It will take your breath away
Let it make you breathless.
By the most precious of realizations awaited
You are worthy
Be humbled by your opportunity
Be awed in your gratitude.
Grasp every moment
New as dew
Fresh and crisp
And just as transitory.
So capture and be focused
As night will come
And you’ll need
Your own light
To carry you without fear.
Only possible for having already
Met your creating divinity.
Never you can forget
If ever you get to meet our Bob
A man from simple beginnings
Traveling across the Atlantic pond
From the midlands of the UK
To the West of the United States
Always one to make use of his God given gift
His hands, his strength, his determination
Husband to Uma
Obsessive, possessive but all and only hers.
Father to Misha, Sheema, Beena
Father-figure to Ricky, Reena, Angie, Tejal
Dada to all the grandkids close and far…
You wear many hats
Switching as your audience calls
Reliable for your brüt honestly
Known for your no fuss ways
Humor unpredictable
Behavior always a scary surprise
Beloved by young and old
Sort for by friends and family
We congratulate you
On your big Seven Zero!
Life, we know has delivered its ups and downs
Here’s to smooth sailing now
Ride any more bumps
As if steering your first car, the Mini
And feel the blessing of life
Cruising through your veins
This journey is only yours
Thank you for letting us join in on the ride
We love you ol’ man♥️
Just in case you didn’t know!
When you think of slavery
What image do you conjure
Men, women?
Arduous work?
Well in todays 21st century
The time of man’s greatest achievement
Children form the largest sector
Of this hideous trade
Even more sickening
Is what they are sold for
Who they are sold to
The countless repeated sexual insults and abuses they endure
We’ve heard of this
We know of this
But who’s story do you know?
Now you have the opportunity
To see first hand
The bravery, the hope
The humanity
That can serve to help
The vulnerable
Those thought to be lost
And protect those who should never even hear of such vulgar domination
Watch this movie
Talk about
Share it
Our collective awareness is needed
This is not happening somewhere
It’s happening right here
Our your doorstep!
Protect your child
Protect all children
“God’s children are not for sale”
What if you gave yourself
A moment each day
Perhaps at the start
Probably more needed at the end
Just to check in on yourself
Saying, “how are you feeling today?”
“How did your day go?”
If it was tough
Can you give yourself a moment
To relax, breathe deep, breathe long
And let it out slow.
Whatever you felt
Can you accept, allow
Reflect as needed
The let it all go.
Open yourself
Much like the sky
And watch the happenings
The events, the emotions
As they float on by
Slow like summer clouds
Or fast like birds as thunder rolls in.
Then as the space empties, quietens
And a silence sings
Bask, like bathing in the sun
Let a warmth surround
Let a comfort embrace
This is presence
And this is how you get all checked in.
Profoundly simple
Drop by drop
A Master’s words
Give rise to clarity
In turn a freedom
From concepts and confines
As a path is laid
With guidance made available
And a companionship like no other
To turn within
Then becomes
The adventure of this life time
Narrow path for one
Destined to travel alone
Side lines brim with love
Historical representation
The return of a light force
Joy and comfort rejoiced
Reality check
Light is omnipresent
Even in the darkest of times
Not only does it dance
At the break of dawn
In the twinkle of stars
But in the hurl of waves
In the flicker of eyes
And roar of laughter
I came as light
Much like a blow torch
Universally charged
The force, the light
Burns, sustains
Every breath, every day
My casing ages
Disintegrates
As my light remains constant
The day will come
When it’s work for me is done
Then silently it moves on
Cherishing this light
Without which
I am mere dust
Befriending
Understanding
Appreciating
My light
It chose me
It is me
Being happy
In my light
Celebrate my Diwali
rhythmandthedancer 