Natural Dichotomies

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Given such luster,
From the very edge
To the inner core,

Bright zealous zest
To subtle softness,
Dichotomy pure.

Such floral
Beauties, accepted
In awe.

Why then
Do I, fight
My diversities galore?

Maker the same
From me to
My eden of flora.

Then let me too
Accept

My changing form
And turbulent times,
Staying true

As the flower to its
Fragrance, and I
To my inner Divine.

Curveball

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Curveballs!
Offsets the course
Upsets the routine
Messes up the plan
What a nuisance!

Life is no smooth sail!
We can all attest to that.
But are not the trials
Opportunities to find your strengths?

Life is not without mistakes!
We have all made a few
But are not the errors
Avenues of resilience and growth?

Life is not without loss!
We have all shed a tear or two.
But are not past fortunes
Relics we hold dear?

Perhaps the curveballs
Are misconstrued.
Perhaps the curveball
Is to set the track straight

Perhaps we lost our way
And needed a pointer
Perhaps we became complacent
And required a jolt!

Before you judge the throw
Set your cap
Shuffle the dirt
And get ready to bat!

Remember you’re in the game
The play is on
And you made the team
Now let’s play……’life’!

No Reign for Confusion

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So easy to fall
Into the pit of quicksand.
So quickly blown
Into the cortex of whirlwind.
So it is that this very mind
Sinks to depths
And flusters in circles.

One minute
Slim of thought
So tranquil is life,
Next an uproar
As confusion brings strife.

Acting almighty
As if in control
When all the while
Breaking loose as turmoil.

One breath in
One breath out
Diminishes quicksand
To a playful sandbox.

One breath in
One breath out
The gusty wind
Is but a calm breeze.

Hand in hand
Heart and mind
Which will lead?
Which will follow?

With ears turned in
Answers are heard
Equilibrium sounds
And home is found.

Yet not from the song of the heart
Nor the buzz of the mind
But a silence supreme
Where peace is sublime.

Soulful Vision

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Some eyes have sight but no vision
Here fear, doubt and oblivion reign.
For vision we need to be free
And freedom requires a warrior.

Some eyes peek at visions.
This the terrain of aimless confusion.
Peeking is transient looking
Peeking is from being barred and imprisoned.

Then there are eyes that have both sight and vision.
Conscious
Fearless
Searching and finding
Clear peaceful reality.

Choose your eyes
See your soul
Let it emerge and grow
Understand it’s song and dance
So that you canĀ feel the true beauty of your soul.