Life is beautiful

You only believe what you don’t know— the pen that I used to write, the chair that I have sat on, the life that has been lived. I have known, and I have believed— moments turning into thoughts and memories. To desire, to learn, to be better— I believe. What I know feels like little, almost nothing— and yet, to the observer from the outside, much has been gathered. I believe  I know what I know. But I only know that was once my belief— about me, the world, and this lonely planet.

  Take whats given and go with it, Live whats Divine and know it is, Where did that river go, what ocean did you sink in? Drown with Grace my brother scream softly into the Abyss You are part of the infinite and there is only Bliss. The paths that you crossed the mountains that you climbed, The grass where you lay, the sun as it shined, The road with puddles, the bridge so unclean, Their words and actions,I try too hard to understand what every moment means . How similar are we in our differences ? How different are we when we think the same, Life is a journey on a winding road that brings me back to the same stop again.

  A picture tells us nothing— not what is, not what was, not the smell, not the sound. A soul less glance at something, that something which, to some, is everything, and to an ascerbic man like me, is not anything. We smile. We pose ,in beautiful tailored clothes, against a beautiful background, I suppose, to look good for someone who knows very little of me— or how I feel about the world, about my life, about the heartfelt joys that survive through strife. I am a person. I have lived a life. Please— get to know the real me, not through a picture, not even through these words. Because in this shallow world of empty sight, every “like” on a photograph cuts—quietly— like a knife.

Immersed under water, Immersed in a song, Immersed in a moment— oh, what took so long? Immersed in my thoughts, drifting from the reality beside me. Immersed in prayer, in devotion so deep. Immersed in you, bound to these feelings— I’ve never felt so free. Through the wormhole to infinity, I close my eyes… and at last, I see.

That even in the moments of extreme darkness, I saw the ray of light. I saw the sun. I felt its heat on my face. That even in moments when they hurt you the most, You could see the elements of love, care, and kindness. Dipping my feet into these memory bowls across time, I feel the warmth, the heat and the cold. The stories, the emotions, the travels, the experiences, the pleasures, and the deep,deep hurt that has shaped me and my life into what I have become. No regrets. Some of us paint a picture for us to see ourselves, and reflect upon ,while  some of us paint a picture that inspires the world. My Heart is at Peace with my Garden and its many memory Bowls . As I sit here in my comfortable chair, sipping my warm, delicious coffee, my mind wanders across this beautiful garden with flowers and weeds and the green grass and soil. So many lessons to learn ,so many journeys that I have embarked on. I am thankful. I am blessed. I AM ALIVE.

  Do not live in fear, my dear The end is far, but the present is here Be clear and sincere always persevere With truth on your side, Let that anxiety and worry slowly disappear And on the days the distress is so severe -Hold this poem, so very near Regain your strength, and let it reappear Do not live in fear, my dear Do not live in fear