Singularity of mind, mission or manner within these times of mistakes and miscommunicated grammar can break one’s morals or beliefs in true happiness. Finding value in existence and respecting change can greatly benefit the soul and satisfy one’s realistic goals. Optimism without doubt and guidance without friction lead to less internal strife. However, understanding and structuring compromises lead to higher probability of sustainable relations for all parties involved. Never let the sins of others contradict one’s vision or virtue. Joy for all.
The senses solve many, see plenty or hear… each lesson noted, learned or not, becomes a utility of understanding one’s self. The unconscious nature of mind and matter follows formulas past tense… much like a book written and published before the author garners a developing idea of action. Become one with these decisions and your fortunes may rise. Falter and difficult times lay ahead. Taste, touch, smell, see, hear… sense immense.
This is a Flamenca poem based on faith and what it takes for us to loose faith. Flamenca poem is a Spanish poem meant to resonate with the beats of Flamenco dancers.
When you find someone who is made for you then you can realise why you waited so long. The time your wait gets over you feel free from the cage of loneliness. The person after meeting whom you find peace and love is just like an angel in your life.
Sisters are like our own reflection just having another face. They fight with you but love you the most. Elder sisters guide us, takes care of us. Young sisters teases us, plays with us, have fun with us. In brief sisters are always there to love us & support us.
God is always with us . Guiding us, protecting us,teaching us & taking care of us. May be we can’t see him but we can feel him every where.
It’s not really about you, You know it or maybe you don’t, But I can say it for you again, Let’s remember all together, So if you get into a darker place, Create some light…
We all try to forget bad memories. Sometimes we want to run away from those pain but no matter how much we try we come across those bitter past somehow. It’s not that easy to forget all those sadness. Every wounds heal but those scars never let us forget the pain.
Midnight Sun, by J. W. Cassandra: I emerged from my creating work for awhile and I would like to salute with this little poem to the Buddhist monk passing away today at midnight, Thich Nhat Hanh. I wrote the poem first in Hungarian – that I’ll share here, too – and I strove to render it in English, as well. I have some mysterious memories of him that can’t be explained just so. But, with respect, I say him goodbye. Goodbye, somewhere in the future. Illustration is by kalhh, from Pixabay.
Midnight Sun, by J. W. Cassandra: I emerged from my creating work for awhile and I would like to salute with this little poem to the Buddhist monk passing away today at midnight, Thich Nhat Hanh. I wrote the poem first in Hungarian – that I’ll share here, too – and I strove to render it in English, as well. I have some mysterious memories of him that can’t be explained just so. But, with respect, I say him goodbye. Goodbye, somewhere in the future. Illustration is by kalhh, from Pixabay.
This poem is inspired by a few things – illness, Snape and Lilly
Mother’s are the God’s representatives in our lives. She starts nourishing us when we just come to an existence in her womb. She loves us more than anything & everything. No matter whatever the situation will be but for a mother her child comes first. That’s why we may repay every loan amount that we take from any bank but we can never repay the love we take from a mother.
A lot of birds are loosing their home in storms, cyclones. All we need to do is plant more and more trees and save forest from being grasped by global warming completely.
We all have raised by our mother nature. We the humans are known as the best creature. Sometimes the inhumane activities hurt our mother nature deeply & she brakes her silence through forming calamities.
Portal of Miracles, by J. W. Cassandra: this is my newest poem, written just now. And this will be a farewell from me really, for I have my inspiration to mould into writings and it’ll take probably a longer time. Maybe, you’ll not recognize my absence at all since I may it do in a short time with good fortune. We’ll see! I’ll return and will share again my usual posts. “Say hello with easy heart and with love, wait back with hope…” This is the wanderer’s motto. Up towards new horizons! Bye for now, friends! 🙂 (Photo by me). (J. W. Cassandra: Csodák Kapuja: ez a legújabb versem, most írtam. És ez tényleg elköszönés, mert az ihletet írássá kell formálnom, és ez valószínűleg hosszabb időt vesz majd igénybe. Lehet, hogy észre sem veszed a hiányomat, hisz jó szerencsével rövid idő alatt is befejezhetem. Meglátjuk! Visszajövök és újra fogok posztolni, ahogy szoktam. “Mondj búcsút könnyű szívvel, szeretettel, várj vissza reménnyel…” Ez a vándor mottója. Föl, új távlatok felé! Viszlát, barátaim!) 🙂
