This life is strange. Everything is subject to change. That is why one should not anchor his/her happiness on this life. Our time will pass on; what you are seeing now will be gone one day. Change is good if you don’t let it hurt you. When it does hurt, the rebellion you feel is meant to show you that you should not have any desires.
i will run to the river
i will reach for the well
drown my sorrows in someone
and i hope i leave this hell
The basic law of right human behaviour is self-reform…Whenever any trouble occurs with our friends or dear ones, we should inwardly lay the blame on ourselves for getting into an unpleasant situation and then try to get out of it as fast and as graciously as we can.
my lines, your lines
don’t cross them lines
what you like, what i like
why can’t we both be right?
attacking, defending
until there’s nothing left worth winning
your pride and my pride
don’t waste my time
Through meditation I will stop the storm of breath, mental restlessness, and sensory disturbances raging over the lake of my mind.
where will you be when the sky comes down?
and what would you do if the strength was found?
stay right beside me when the ground starts shaking
the only sound you’ll hear is the breath we’re taking
if there is one thing i can promise you we’ll see the light again
Strive ceaselessly; never be impatient. Once the finality is achieved, incarnation of troubles will be over in a second, just as when light is admitted within a room that has been locked for decades, the darkness vanishes instantly.
i was working up a conversation
but i didn’t know how to start
your heart is a work of art
i wanna be rich in memories not money
our love is our inheritance honey
we’ve come so far
The relationship that exists between friends is the grandest of human loves. Friendly love is pure, because it is without compulsion. If you once know divine love, you will never part with it, for there is nothing else like it in the whole universe.
i’m out on the street walking home
a small pale blur
leaving trails like a snail
i move so slow
time can bruise
violent indigo
rush home to your arms
you soothe my weary soul
others stray but i won’t
walk away walk away
Stillness is the altar of Spirit. There is no limit of the deepening of stillness.
we are not alone
and we are more alone so hurry up and lose me
hurry up and find me
again
so i’ll pass
the lumber mills
i’ll pass the coal mines
and the parks
and the dried up oil fields
i’ll pass a thousand lonely pines
that bend their backs against the sun
Suffering is a good teacher to those who are quick and willing to learn from it. But it becomes a tyrant to those who resist and resent.
june 19, 2016
dearest dad
it’s father’s day. you’re in the foothills hospital. you’ve been in care with alberta health services since march 17th 2016…
and the…
professor of neurosurgery said
“your father is as strong as a bull…”
i said
wrong
nurse practitioner said
“your father doesn’t need to return to our clinic…”
i said
wrong
md looking at x-ray said
“it’s on the wrong side…your father was prematurely released by a resident doctor without looking at the tests…i’m sorry…”
i said
wrong
clinical and surgical assistant said
“your father will need a ‘relocation’ surgery…”
i said
wrong
md said
“your father will have another 5 years…”
i said
wrong
clinical and surgical assistant said
“here’s my personal number i’ll check on your father every day…”
i said
wrong
nurse said
“if you want to see a doctor from the adult hydrocephalus clinic i suggest you come before their rounds…anytime after 6am…”
i said
wrong
nurse said
“why are you here?…so sorry…”
i said
wrong
food server points at the breakfast tray and said
“here’s your father’s breakfast”
i said
wrong
resident doctor said
“oh really?…i’ll make sure the team’s nurse practitioner is here at 10am…”
i said
wrong
nurse said
“well no one from the team can meet you now…sorry…”
i said
wrong
patient care manager said
“write or phone in your concerns about what has happened to your father to our patient relations department…again, i’m so sorry…”
i said
wrong
nurse practitioner said
“does your father walk?…”
i said
wrong
nurse said
“oh your father will be in long term care…”
i said
wrong
nurse practitioner said
“your father will use the elevator when he leaves here…”
i said
wrong
nurse practitioner said
“your father had another stroke last week…the team came in…so let’s do another stunt study…then we’ll get a geriatrician…ok?”
i said
wrong
it’s a lonely station i’m waiting at
my tickets bought, my bags are packed
my shoes are lead, my feet are claw
i can’t stand alone, i can’t run away i wonder where i’m going to be
Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.
did she run away
because somebody didn’t treat her right?
did they leave her out in the cold night air
too lonely night? a big black dog
big black dogs, they’re everywhere
looking for a home, they’re hungry and scared
all they need is food and attention
to give back love, sometimes redemption of sin
you could find them here in a big black dog
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