There is a famous description of love that captures it’s essence in a brief sentence. It says that real love is – “Patient and kind.” When a person loves you, they make sacrifices, they put your wishes above theirs, they are concerned for your happiness more than their own.
Is she alive, does she have form, within her soft and warm abode? Where her heart beats, and fingers form, and from miracles she is wove
Where justice is not black and white And hate’s hunger is so overfed For authority is on white pages In ink that reads a bloody red
Then drank summer’s wine and winter’s snowflakes And tasted true life For, because of them, we have found joy
time is still passing freely see she never stops for anyone i’ve met her she’s unstoppable only thing that drives her is the fact that her only task is to keep passing she doesn’t think…
In name of duty, in name of honor, in name of pride, even in name of customes we’re seeing brutality every now and then. Though entire world knows our history, our ancestors have always adored kindness & set millions of examples how truth & goodness always win over bad one. Still there are people walking on darkness towards negativity & becoming merciless. Universe can be productive & destructive both at a time. It knows what’s constructive & what’s nothing but dead-end for new era. Universe knows how to erase negativity to retain positivity.
The color of beautyBeauty is beautifulHer Color is whiteHer Color is blackShe can be blue, red, yellow, orange or greybeauty is beautiful Beauty is roundIs square, rectangle or triangleBeauty is figure one, two, three, four,…
I’ve always been fond of One but that was before I was introduced to the idea of more. Then I saw the second smile and I couldn’t remember a time when I ever loved just…
J. W. Cassandra: “Egy születésnap kísértete”: a verset tegnap késő éjjel írtam, és ma volna az ünnep. Szeretett és örökkön hiányzó öcsémnek és emlékének ajánlom a verset. Illusztráció: Google Képek. (“Ghost of a Birthday”, by J. W. Cassandra: This poem I wrote yesterday late in the evening and the feast would be today. I dedicate it to my beloved and missed forever younger brother and to his memory. Illustration: Google Images.)
“Ghost of a Birthday”, by J. W. Cassandra: This poem I wrote yesterday late in the evening and the feast would be today. I dedicate it to my beloved and missed forever younger brother and to his memory. Illustration: Google Images.
I looked for happiness all over. But found it only inside of me. It was in every corner of my brain. This poem is inspired by this digital art I created.
J. W. Cassandra: “Csillagjátszótereken kél…”: ezt a verset a 12. kötetemből osztom meg, az “Üresség-bölcsőben Képmás ring” címűből. Ez a kötetnyitó verse. Minden kötetem szigorú szerkezettel szerkesztem meg: egy mottó, az egész kötetre vonatkozó kötetnyitó vers, 21 ciklus 12 verssel, mellé mindegyikben egy 13., a nyitóvers az aktuális ciklushoz. És minden kötet kötetzáró verssel zárul. Ezen felül a kötetfolyamhoz írtam egy abszolút nyitó-, és egy záróverset. Minden kötetben 275 vers van. Még dolgozom a 13 – 18. köteten, ezek még nyitottak. Ez a vers pedig a 12. kötet kötetnyitó verse. Mind angolul, mind magyarul megosztom. Az illusztrációt a Canván készítettem, Gerd Altmann képét használtam fel a Pixabayről. (A csillag-ember). (“It Rises on Star-playgrounds…”, by J. W. Cassandra: this poem belongs to my volume 12, “Likeness Sways in Emptiness-cradle”. This is its overture poem. I edit my all volumes into a strict structure with a motto, an overture poem for the whole volume, then 21 cycles each one containing 12 poems with a 13. that is the opening poem of the actual cycle. And all volumes I finish with a closing poem for the whole volume. In addition, to the stream of the volumes I wrote an absolute overture and that of closing poem. In each volumes I placed 275 poems. And now I work on the 13 – 18 volumes, these are in progress yet. Well, this poem is the overture for the vol. 12. I share it both in English and Hungarian. Illustration I made on Canva, using a picture from Pixabay, made by Gerd Altmann. (The star-man).)
Finding peace, doesn’t mean you stop dreaming, trying the efforts, dropping the thought of doing better – that way you won’t grow. But finding peace, when you can’t have it in the moment and still manage to smile and take a calm breath. When you start noticing, observing and living smaller and little moments – that is when you feel where you’re not running anymore. No rush, no race, no doubt of ‘not doing enough’. That is when you start feeling satisfaction. – Ocean Singh
