Clear Minutes

Nothing left standing in the way except the right to be wrong,
Nothing left but the right, to be able to write and sing a song,
The notions of belief, in seas of disbelief,
Give credence to hope and the forfeits that come with age
And all that it bestows, showing life in different lights
For many are the minds that refuse to work within walls of hate.
And the kindness of people delivers a lesser density of travesty,
Sometimes the assaults on the living, are softened by gestures
Of warmth, shown in the care found in clear minutes of intuition,
Which give perception to the illusions of the contradictory life.

J.Bibi

Ralph Waldo Emerson: The World-Soul

An Excerpt:

...The politics are base,
The letters do not cheer,
And ’tis far in the deeps of history –
The voice that speaketh clear.
Trade and the streets ensnare us,
Our bodies are weak and worn,
We plot and corrupt each other,
And we despoil the unborn.

Yet there in the parlor sits
Some figure of noble guise,
Our angel in a stranger’s form,
Or woman’s pleading eyes;
Or only a flashing sunbeam
In at the window pane;
Or music pours on mortals
Its beautiful disdain....

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

An Imperial Elegy

Not one corner of a foreign field
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,
And the length thereof a thousand miles,
It crossed all Europe like a mystic road,
Or as the Spirits' Pathway lieth on the night.
And I heard a voice crying
This is the Path of Glory.

   ~ Wilfred Owen

Expectations

Hatred comes hidden like a thief
Stealing hope from the heart,
In moments of extreme emotion
That overtake sane inclinations-
In the world of human intricacies,
The world is a phase of expectations.

J. Bibi

Inner Calm

The cuts of a chilly breeze,
Awaken the sleeping mind;
Like the heart that steels itself,
Against screeching bouts of pain,

In the weirdness of all new ways,
The frozen mind makes a space,
Inside of every memory blinded,

In effect, the place becomes
A new ascension of the soul-
As the heart grows wings;
In the cold comfort of now,

It picks up on the growing serenity
And gives in, to an obscure patience
Which from the dawn of all living;

Grows away upwards,
Towards higher ground,
To be inside healing smiles
And on top of calm clouds.

J.Bibi

On Children - Khalil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu

....If its deep mystery we would sound;

But if desire always within us be,

Its outer fringe is all that we shall see.

Under these two aspects, it is really the same;

but as development takes place, it receives the different names.

Together we call them the Mystery.

Where the Mystery is the deepest is the gate of all that
is subtle and wonderful.

~ Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu