I have a box I kept in the attic concealed and forgotten gathering dust One day, I tripped on it knowing what I’ll find I opened it with trembling hands In it sweet memories long forgotten came spilling out Dearly beloved from bygone years stared right through me mocking with their smile Blinded by sudden a flood of tears flowing images I hold became blurry Wiping away salty tears one familiar face stood out with his famous jawline His eyes sparkled with merriment lanky frame suppressing a hearty laugh I let out an audible breath feeling a deep yearning for someone we’ve lost I miss teasing him his chuckles still ringing in my ears repeating my pet name All I have now are echoes from the past the black and whites and his love deeply ingrained in all of us Image: Pixabay
She wishes to fade away, to be less than nothing, unborn. A leaf on a tree in late October, falling to the shadowy earth, devoured by the mud of the murmuring forest floor.
At dinner she sits across from the smiling man. Later they retreat to a larger room that is flooded by honey-colored light where he reads from the book, moving from life to death, from lead to gold. Lighting strikes the corner of his blinking eye, the twitch of his crooked smile. He warns her of saintly heroes, how she must fight against all temptation, live in his light to hear the angelic chime of bells that summon her to kneel and remain beside his benevolent being.
At dusk he takes her hand and leads her through a wooded path to an arbor where she must undress for she is not pure and he is good and wise…
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So, let us reflect what is truly of value in life, what gives meaning to our lives, and set our priorities on the basis of that. The purpose of our life needs to be positive. We weren’t born with the purpose of causing trouble, harming others. For our life to be of value, I think we must develop basic good human qualities—warmth, kindness, compassion. Then our life becomes meaningful and more peaceful—happier.” ― Dalai Lama XIV
cemetery of lovers past
A shadow exhales
Her breathe of life
is a white mist
that lingers like cumulus clouds
on a windless day
a bell tolls
over a broken carcass
of rigor mortis memories
words begin to rain
a cleansing rebirth
born of poetry
the past is buried
the dead long forgotten
a curse lifted
like a holy veil
letting in the light
a heart gasps
a new moon glows
an angel departs
she forever remains a mystery
I know I love you
because when I think
of you my heart feels full,
a pond choking with water hyacinth,
their hungry roots reaching deep
into the beds of yearning,
overflowing walls of longing
where I am so afraid to fall .
Because I love you I forfeit
my privilege, allow my heart
to drown in you as though you
Vincent Van Gogh
As I told you before ..my blog is to teach people about Islam…
Today I want to teach you about Allah…the creator of all..
In Islam Allah has 99 attributes…
In order to know more about your creator …you have to know his attributes…
Of course I will not mention all of Allah attributes in one post…but I will mention them in several parts to give the chance to the reader to understand those names or attributes..
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But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity, Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me
Homeward bound – Simon & Garfunkel
Australia Day evening delivered a spectacular sunset across Victoria and as I look at all the fantastic stories on Instagram of the shots people were getting I downloaded my photos taken minutes from home at Point Roadknight and thought…I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else to witness that awesome event.