Memories…
Memories are the only remnants of the things we’ve lost, yet the sad reality is that even memories are temporary. Memories fade just as everything else does.
So may you cherish these moments for they will not last forever. Cherish your memories because soon enough they will just be the distant cloudy remains of a past life that is no longer real to you.
If Only…
If Only…
Memories keep replaying in my mind.
I miss the moments, the love we could’ve shared.
I wish we could have had a little more time,
Because then you would have seen how much I cared.
No one can see that I’m slowly falling.
It gets lonely out here so please don’t go.
I smile at you like I wasn’t just bawling,
It’s hopeless this happy front is just for show.
I’d have all I need if only you chose me.
I want you, but I can’t wait forever.
I’m not going to beg down on my knees.
You will forget me but I will never.
So sure you felt the same, but I’m not sad.
How can you miss something that you never had?
Pride
I tell you, even rocks crack,
and not because of age.
For years they lie on thier backs
in the heat and the cold,
so many years,
it almost seems peaceful.
They dont move, so the cracks stay hidden.
A kind of pride.
Years pass over them, waiting.
Whoever is going to shatter them
Hasn’t come yet.
And so the moss flourishes, the seaweed Whips around,
the sea pushes through and rolls back—
The rocks seem motionless.
Till a little seal comes to rub against them,
comes and goes away.
And suddently the rock has an open wound.
I told you, when rocks break, it happens by surprise.
And people, too.
-Dahlia Ravikovitch
A Picture Of Pain
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Little Wonders
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
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This is so beautiful and true. The message I take from these words is that though we are small, we still have great significance. Each and every flower, wave, and gust of wind is important and makes a difference. Also, each of us serves a purpose. To what that purpose is I can’t say; that is for each and every individual to figure out and determine on their own. But I just love this! ❤
“When a poet digs himself into a hole, he doesn’t climb out. He digs deeper, enjoys the scenery, and comes out the other side enlightened.”
-Criss Jami
Raw Truth
“Truth is simple: it has no clothes, no neat little box to contain it.
But we cannot grasp that which has no box. We cannot perceive Truth without clothing.
So Truth dresses up for us, in a story, in sage advice, in a blueprint of the cosmos—in clothes woven from the fabric of Truth itself.
And then, when we have finally come to a firm grasp of that teaching, Truth switches clothes. It tells us another story—entirely at odds with the first. It tells us new advice—to go in a different direction. It provides another model of how things are—in which each thing has changed its place.
The fool is confused. He exclaims, “Truth has lied!”
The wise person listens, he is patient, and through his labor he hears a third voice, one that brings harmony to these opposites he has learned.
Until he discovers that Truth is a simple, pure light no box can contain. And so, it belongs in all places, at all times.”
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