THE STRENGTH TO JOURNEY

By Yesu Ben

Put down your pack therefore my friend
the road is long but it shall end,
and drink some wine, partake of bread
a pillow where to rest your head.
And think not of the weary things
nor all the misery they bring
Always remember that very soon
come this December or next June
the breeze shall blow again and soon
You will find that you have regained
the strength to journey once again.

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Design borrowed from the Garden of Grace

WE ARE ALL CHILDREN

I am convinced

That if all mankind

Could only gather together

In one circle

Arms on each other's shoulders

And dance, laugh and cry

together

Then much

of the tension and burden

of life

Would fall away

In the knowledge that

We are all children

Needing and wanting

Each other's

Comfort and

Understanding

We are all children

Searching for love.

By Leonard Nimoy

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WRITE IT IN YOUR HEART

Write it on your heart

that every day is the best day in the year.

He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.

Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.

Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;

begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit

to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,

to waste a moment on the yesterdays.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

STRANGE MOON MAGIC

By Ipe S. Inspired

Tonight it seems to appear
The strangest moon in many years

The darkness turned brightest

To the earth this moon is nearest

A mysterious sight, very puzzling
Its peculiar light, most perplexing
Unlike the blue moon full of cosmic
This super moon intuits strange magic

Gravitational pull mixes moods
Extreme personas now into groove
Two imperfections become perfect
From hate to love without much defect

Weird to the sense this heavenly body
Making me feel missing somebody
Unusual it may be, the ugly and the beauty
Fall for each other, inexplicably

Uncanny souls from different scenic
Engaged by this strange moon magic
Full of love these living spirits
Feeling intimacy without any limits

Blue Moon

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THE SAD TALE of THE SUNFLOWER

By George Daniel Anos

I turned my gaze,

your precious way, 

dew drops glist'ning,

with brilliant rays
.
.


I traced your path,

as you soared higher, 

my soul elating,

and filled with wonder
.
.

I bathed full,

your glorious noon,

such blissful warmth,

as my heart swooned
.
.


But heed you must,

the Western sky,

the tempting call,

you can't defy 
.
.


So thence began,

that bleak descent,
a thing I can't,

help but resent 
.
.

I know that days,

give way to gloom,

still I feel,
this sense of doom
.
.


I wail against,

this coming darkness,

from twilights spring,

such wretched sadness 
.
.


My nights are filled, 

with tearful moans,

unending till,

the break of dawn. 
.
.


(My daughter Steph gave me the seeds of these sunflowers. Well, well, they really follow the sun after all.)

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Design borrowed from the Garden of Grace

I WILL NOT CEASE THIS FIGHT

By Yesu Ben
June 16, 2018

Yes, it has been four hundred years
when first those pale skinned men with swords
beheld this pristine land so dear
and walked on it as kings and lords. 

But did not our forefathers with

inferior puny bamboo spears

die to repel these ravagers
who came to steal and instill fear.
I shall today with words and pen
rise forth to dispute their desires.

Let Life assist me,
Love unfold

to burn them with undying fire.
I will not cease this war, this fight
Nor will my resolve become thin.

Until the change has come to sight
to free my blessed Philippines.

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A FREE SHOW

By Yesu Ben

I seek to find in long hours of ennui
A routine dance over a shaded glen;
The show will start at ten and end at three;
The stage is set, the mic tests now and then.
I feel so well-heeled watching from this floor
Surmising that perhaps that eager bunch
Of huddled birds, too tired to hunt and soar,
Have tickets saved from those days skipping lunch.
The ballet has begun and all is hushed
The gust that teased the leaves has settled down,
And rain begins to drop making clouds blush
And waltz in jazzy hues of purple brown.
The dances we’ve been used to won’t compare
To this of Life, exquisite and priced fair.

Source: FB

ON A BEACH

By Thomas Plummer
March 2, 2018

Walking alone on a beach
Wind, squawking birds, deliciously warm soft sand under foot and quiet time to think.
Regrets? No!

Every mistake has been mine and mine alone.
Would I have done it differently if given another chance? 
No, the mistakes and misadventures are what has shaped my life and made me who I am.

Could I have done it better? We all could do it perfect if we knew 
then we were doing it wrong.
But we didn't, and every choice we made, whether the bad ones that made us lay in bed buried under blankets too mentally destroyed to even get up that day, or the rare good ones where for just a day we believed we had it all and knew it,
defined the journey of our life.

Staring down a beach that never ends that just disappears into the horizon is your life.
Eyes forward, constantly moving down a path only you can walk, never looking back or ever concerned about the beach you have already tread.

There is a rhythm of life if you seek 
the quiet that lets you hear the beat.
Every person has their own path in the sand, but most of us work much too hard trying to walk in other's footsteps rather than accept who we are and what we can be.

The beach on a peaceful morning is a perfect representation of what it means to not be perfect.
My life has been nothing more but the accumulation of choices I have made.
Some good, but many bad, and even a few that have hurt the ones around me.
But who I am, and who I can still be, was always my choice.

But I wouldn't change a thing and I spend no time looking back at the walk in the sand I have already made.
My path is always forward. 
There will be other mistakes. 
There are adventures waiting for me further down that beach.
But good, bad or ugly, it has been all me, and my choice, and regrets slow down my pace forward and keep me from getting around that next curve on the beach that reveals my future.

You are who you are because 
of the choices you have made in life.
If your life isn't what you want, then you need to realize you are the one on that beach walk.
You are alone in the thought that no matter how it turns out you had a choice, you made your decision and who you are today is the combination of all those choices.

Eyes forward down the beach,
there are always better choices tomorrow yet to be made.

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PRAY FOR THEM

By Patience Strong

Burwood, March 4, 2019

If you're feeling weary with your burden and the strain -
Think of those compelled to lie upon a bed of pain.
Call to mind the sufferers who cannot work or play -
Shut apart from all that makes life rich and good and gay.

Not for them the stir and struggle of a busy day -
The adventures and encounters of the crowded way ...
Pray for them, and grateful be that you are on your feet -
With duties to be tackled, work to do and friends to meet.

FEED THY SOUL

"If thou of fortune be bereft, 

and in thy store there be but left

two loaves, sell one, and with the 
dole,
buy hyacinths to feed thy soul."
~John Greenleaf Whittier