tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81475650268914538212024-02-06T21:37:07.738-08:00Power to the soulpower to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.comBlogger324125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-75572055562817957892023-01-11T03:02:00.002-08:002023-01-11T03:02:51.226-08:00Now a Diary about a Healing Journey<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A new year a new me. </span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I have had this blog for more than ten years now.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I started writing whilst in the midst of an abusive life. (No, it wasn't a situation or a phase, it was one shitshow after another.) </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I appreciate that the previous writing is quite bad, but I'm going to leave it as a testament to how my brain was working when under extreme stress. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">This past decade has been the most tumultous of my life. The stressful lead up the implosion in '14 and then the psychological, emotional and ultimately physical carnage in the aftermath. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Somehow, my children and I survived it. We were in absolute tatters for a while but we have definitly found ourselves on the road to healing. And a road it is, for coming out of the tempest has allowed us to experience the beginnings of a new journey that includes a plethora of wonderful things. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My young adult children are all slowly finding their way. And I, middle-aged and not young anymore, am also finding my way. I am acutely aware, that as their one and only true emotional and psychological anchor, I need to continue to fight for my wellbeing, if I am going to teach them how to do the same. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">So, though this story has been told many times before, I am going to try and give regular briefings of my version: All the daily battles I face, as I try to overcome a lifetime of cruely and dehumanisation. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I am aware that this is perhaps one of the hardest goals anyone can set for themselves, but I am determined to identify and rid myself of the 'splatters' of toxic, dysfunctional and maladaptive behaviourisms which were forced into my psyche. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">We always hear about the 'healing journey' and change from within. Nobody ever told me that it would be the hardest battle I have ever fought and not as easy as battling 'others' who are so easy to identity as enemies that need to be opposed and vanquished. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I want to conquer myself. Take away all of the toxic surivival habits that I was forced to adopt and reveal and revel as my true self, the innocent and pure young child I once was. The one who never did any wrong to anyone and who did not deserve to be subjected to such maltreatment. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I don't want to give a detailed account of the abuse. However, I do want to give a detailed account of my recovery. So, let's see where we go from here.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-47045748271475839702023-01-08T03:32:00.000-08:002023-01-08T03:32:07.723-08:00Beauty Trust Haikus<div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">Complete trust is the yoke </div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">of faith, a wren</div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">sits under the winter snow. </div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcFR7wF9oeME_RnEaZT6jHeFLPz_VT0FvQwHjQzW9a8caicp0wZBlPPopt8G1G0kS6CLn6FXNKj3YauueU-Yk8l9cddV83tXdIxY77jVAW0rk7BiHh4ocVasGDIWA8P5vBR8t4FHMK8zIDd0gWSWazJ3y8vk4bqrMfXr39CioJg0ePDEvsddIhr6M/s512/320_Beauty-Day-In-Nature.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="512" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcFR7wF9oeME_RnEaZT6jHeFLPz_VT0FvQwHjQzW9a8caicp0wZBlPPopt8G1G0kS6CLn6FXNKj3YauueU-Yk8l9cddV83tXdIxY77jVAW0rk7BiHh4ocVasGDIWA8P5vBR8t4FHMK8zIDd0gWSWazJ3y8vk4bqrMfXr39CioJg0ePDEvsddIhr6M/s320/320_Beauty-Day-In-Nature.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black;" /></div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">Warts and all beauty, </div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">is the most fantastic kind -</div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">where a heart has grace.</div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></div><div style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></div>
power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0England, UK52.3555177 -1.1743197-21.3088367006686 -141.79931970000004 90 139.45068030000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-39168822521675443472023-01-06T03:00:00.001-08:002023-01-06T09:02:50.731-08:00Seeing In Today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXL_Q7P1im8qMl0-ewJvodapBMNReMWN64M4TqRy7aqbqnssv4P9UpTnh97aL4zJfWXUaZOEBQgtHTA1x_goIHScccnf6nEirH_GOmXn7cHVRseLuETeWOp0gemM0NO2unUcLyi5UFYluhfJ3_QRQUc04QQ_U2HEQNwz2MxUvJTg8Ej2SHYJJmW8BT/s800/IMG_2803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="495" data-original-width="800" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXL_Q7P1im8qMl0-ewJvodapBMNReMWN64M4TqRy7aqbqnssv4P9UpTnh97aL4zJfWXUaZOEBQgtHTA1x_goIHScccnf6nEirH_GOmXn7cHVRseLuETeWOp0gemM0NO2unUcLyi5UFYluhfJ3_QRQUc04QQ_U2HEQNwz2MxUvJTg8Ej2SHYJJmW8BT/s320/IMG_2803.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Falling down from the life that I knew,</p><p>in hindsight I was in survival mode all along.</p><p>How could I not be strong when it was the only option?</p><p><br /></p><p>Looking back, it is clear as a bright day,</p><p>I endured and survived such abuse to stay alive.</p><p>How could I think straight when I was always fighting?</p><p><br /></p><p>I walk today in the shadow of my past self,</p><p>A terrified child of in the midst of a catastrophised life.</p><p>How could I be anything else amongst all of that destruction?</p><p><br /></p><p>It is strange to have clarity after years of chaos,</p><p>a lifting of the mist above the peace hidden by strife.</p><p>How can I do anything less than what I must do to thrive?</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-59755677673254245102014-10-20T02:28:00.000-07:002016-06-17T04:32:08.261-07:00Suffocating RealismCivilisations are born, thrive and expire through an infinity,<br />
Powers change in the blink of an eye to become mythical<br />
And as we bear witness to the expansions of every empire,<br />
The methodology to acquire power is as duplicitous as ever.<br />
The common people often gain little but empty venerations'-<br />
For honourably sacrificing their blood for the aims of the few.<br />
Universally it is idealism which ignore the realities of power<br />
But yet still, there is no greater quest than that of higher ideals,<br />
Even as the idealistic venture sometimes into blind foolishness;<br />
It is realism that stagnates and festers without hopeful dreams,<br />
As in narrowness of practicality, there is consistent suffocation.<br />
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-61885899364135465472014-09-11T01:06:00.001-07:002016-07-06T15:38:32.325-07:00Ode to ExistenceBattered and broken are the shattered remains of every heart<br />
often to be found in every nook, cranny and corner of the earth;<br />
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Fighters of eternity grieve not for wounds of time and place<br />
but in painful hindsight look at the losses and betrayals faced.<br />
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Hollow are the known victories of conflict not graced by dignity-<br />
and shallow are the claims for the dead in their dubious morality.<br />
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And as in time the mind reels with a vague comprehension<br />
that such are the turns in the fairground of human existence.<br />
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As we, pieces of the puzzle fight for the privilege of calm stupefaction;<br />
To let the arrow of life, fly, towards a slow and determined affirmation.<br />
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-23546972332021812302014-07-29T16:01:00.002-07:002015-01-25T12:20:51.156-08:00Gaza<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20px;">Hm...Eid was hard.</span><br />
<span style="color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Tense celebrations-</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20px;">-political realities</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20px;">Gaza is heartbreaking</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20px;">as are all the other conflicts</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20px;">I'm grateful for my lot..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20px;">I can't forget their lot. </span><br />
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kiss the crisp sky alight<br />
And crown with warmth<br />
The privilege of a full life.<br />
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J.Bibi power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-51786576577413794062014-04-10T13:22:00.000-07:002016-02-17T13:56:32.096-08:00Perspective<br />
A year of heartaches.<br />
Of trauma, of revelations<br />
the future looks bright<br />
despite the stormy<br />
clouds that rearrange<br />
Come what may,<br />
In the storms of change-<br />
through steadfast courtesy<br />
the moment was never lost.<br />
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J.Bibi<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The bigger the turmoil- </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The more the need to hold on to Self. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Self helps to steer through the storms</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Self helps to see through the dark</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Self helps to understand the chaos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Self helps to survive the turmoil of living</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Self is a conscious spark of the Universe.</span><br />
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</span>power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-43657290301933490752013-12-11T14:57:00.000-08:002016-11-24T10:21:31.526-08:00RealityAs dreams get choked by the clasp of realities,<br />
The mundane chains and fragile struggles,<br />
Balance out stories where people live in fantasies,<br />
Motivated by many a pattern of beaten troubles<br />
The goals become real and the work easier,<br />
As day by day and through never ending defeats,<br />
The contradictions of reality become clear.<br />
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-56553096204118716422013-11-27T12:19:00.003-08:002015-01-25T12:21:30.982-08:00The LeafOnce in school, in an art class,<br />
The teacher told us to collect a leaf and then lay it into a tray of paint.<br />
We were then told to pick it up and put it<br />
Paint-side down, onto a plain piece of paper.<br />
The leaf was imprinted onto the paper and the teacher asked,<br />
If we noticed all the little lines that looked<br />
Almost like human blood vessels? <br />
Even though the leaf was dead, it was not dry.<br />
You could not crush it in the palm of your hand<br />
And turn it into ground dust.<br />
That day, I was taught a great lesson.<br />
Even leaves which seem to be dead- <br />
As they are not attached to any plant that sustains them,<br />
Are not actually dead until you can turn them into dust.<br />
It occurred to the child-me then,<br />
That maybe the same is true for humans.<br />
Maybe you can be 'alive'<br />
Even if you're supposed to be 'dead.'<br />
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J.Bibi <br />
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-49402896989905542092013-11-14T12:21:00.001-08:002014-02-13T10:13:51.658-08:00Aftermath<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">I'm so afraid<br /> I've lost my way<br /> I can't believe that you've gone away.<br /> I can't find your face-<br /> There is no trace<br /> Of your light.<br /> I said goodbye<br /> But I can't believe<br /> That you would really leave.<br /> It hurts so much-<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> The pain deafens me-<br /> I can't stand this hurt<br /> The loss of you is unbearable.<br /> These days are so hard,<br /> I sat and watched you disappear,<br /> Night and day I wondered-<br /> How would it be if you went away?<br /> I'm so so afraid<br /> I can't seem to find my way,<br /> I know there is a chance-<br /> To make a difference<br /> But I have to get it out,<br /> This fire that burns</span></span><br />
<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="text_exposed_show">So painfully within,<br /> I must release it-<br /> To start to live again.<br /> Automatically I move<br /> Trying not to jolt the rhythm,<br /> Everything is normal-<br /> Everything is the same<br /> But I'm hurting so much inside,<br /> I just can't take this pain,<br /> I guess now too clearly I know,<br /> My life has forever changed.<br /> <br />J.Bibi</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent" style="font-weight: normal;">They say, that gratitude is a prayer. </span></span></span></h5>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Without 'conditions.'</span></h5>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent" style="font-weight: normal;"> who have no desire for a personal 'god.'<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> <br /> Even as family members of the same nuclear family,</span></span></span></span></h5>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="text_exposed_show">We still all have to walk our own paths. </span></span></span></span></h5>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="text_exposed_show">and really should know better than most,</span></span></span></span></h5>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">Today....is the oldest you've ever been<br /> And the youngest you'll ever be again.<br />Today, the rain beats down on your head<br /> And the sun shines on your face<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> In a way that might not happen, ever again.<br /> Today the mess of the world grows,<br /> As powerfully as the hope in your heart-<br /> Let today be a long moment to reflect appreciation,<br /> Let today be a short journey to grateful consciousness,<br /> Let today be a patience in the face of fickle mortality.</span></span></span></span></h5>
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power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-32587988821477170012013-10-04T14:45:00.001-07:002015-01-13T02:47:53.752-08:00Time Will TellHolding on to the reigns of a force called time,<br />
Holding on to a small hope that things will change-<br />
That the flowers down-trodden will continue to grow-<br />
That the laughter will stay for longer than just a day;<br />
All are small ways and struggles to keep eternity at bay. <br />
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All the lies used to spin the webs that trap the unsuspecting-<br />
So that the powerful can continue to feast with blind impunity,<br />
Are signs of a universal heartless greed and terrible insecurity<br />
And so to harness the mind and control all in the skies and on earth,<br />
Is the way time will tell the tale; of how the wars of men were won...<br />
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J.Bibi <br />
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-51562827778456406992013-08-14T16:42:00.002-07:002013-10-16T14:53:27.126-07:00Awakening<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".r[3t7bo].[1][4][1]{comment475994482494440_2870810}.[0].[right].[0].[left].[0].[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".r[3t7bo].[1][4][1]{comment475994482494440_2870810}.[0].[right].[0].[left].[0].[0].[0][2].[0]"><span data-reactid=".r[3t7bo].[1][4][1]{comment475994482494440_2870810}.[0].[right].[0].[left].[0].[0].[0][2].[0].[0]"><span data-reactid=".r[3t7bo].[1][4][1]{comment475994482494440_2870810}.[0].[right].[0].[left].[0].[0].[0][2].[0].[0].[0]"></span></span></span></span><br />
The intricacies of life confound<br />
And confuse in equal measure,<br />
The most straightforward of all<br />
Are the most blessed, yet<br />
In times of reflection and in turmoil-<br />
The mind expands and bends.<br />
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J.Bibi <br />
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-92070032936506741292013-07-12T15:04:00.001-07:002016-02-17T13:57:41.355-08:00Subliminal The covers of time on live beings are seamless,<br />
For the lines of chalked vision present no defects,<br />
From the shimmering of all shown light, regardless<br />
Of the depths within which arise all known effects,<br />
We must stand still and observe the silent derision<br />
And watch supersonic beings who help us to delve<br />
into the minuscule dimensions of keyhole visions.<br />
As power is reduced to every superficial fantasy,<br />
Few dust off the cobwebs that routines of division<br />
Help duly weave for all obedience and conformity.<br />
As the necessity of balance and continuity flows-<br />
Yet such is the transparency of the life we know;<br />
That the eyes are bound by the heart in every way<br />
And every truth is known through subliminal play.<br />
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J.Bibi<br />
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-64155140157937839592013-06-25T12:40:00.001-07:002016-11-27T10:41:46.157-08:00Earth Waters<br />
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Not stopping for rocks or logs through surges of strife.<br />
As always and with ease, agitating precious beliefs<br />
And sometimes churning out gnawing griefs,<br />
These ripples and patterns of fluid rhythm,<br />
Silently help to create huge bubbles in time.<br />
But just as easily can form every oasis of calm<br />
As within the frenzied whirlpools of pain and harm-<br />
Do our powerful Earth waters constantly flow.<br />
In currents of strength, are quenched the needs and hurts,<br />
Of people from vast mountains, forests, plains and deserts;<br />
Of all our humanity buried and borne on a trembling thirst<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-43471582968181153202013-06-24T15:47:00.002-07:002013-09-04T13:53:51.248-07:00BlazingThe realities of the life fight,<br />
Highlight specifically the nature of time- <br />
The lack of focus sometimes makes it all blurry,<br />
The deceptive ticks of the clock melt into years- <br />
As everyday life rejects and rejuvenates fickle ideals-<br />
Through the sheer horror of pain<br />
And the struggles of the spirit,<br />
Small signs of redemption does the path give,<br />
As the cold heart is constantly warmed, <br />
By the sun blazing defiance of anger.<br />
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J.Bibi<br />
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-20363935986496669172013-06-13T14:08:00.000-07:002016-07-07T12:08:26.453-07:00Soft BreezeSoft breeze is gentle;<br />
The earth cradles the spirit-<br />
And heart is soothed.<br />
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- J.Bibi<br />
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-57452781572541680132013-06-06T16:23:00.000-07:002013-10-15T15:53:26.759-07:00Pattern Never deny in cowardice the unsated stomach of a starved beast-<br />
The poise of rage determines the pace of all poetic and pious rapture-<br />
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Grow music by the sadness of the deranged and the silence of the tame,<br />
The intricacies of time do allow sometimes, for the worship of shallow play,<br />
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As greed gives to fear and lets it bow down to the insecurities of the soul<br />
And begins the harshest of a winter's lifelong famine from which the feral feed-<br />
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Grieve it, through ruthless and indiscriminate tragedies- as a visceral preparation <br />
For a mind altering, personality changing, character defining, pattern of infinity.<br />
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-32810434344146537572013-06-03T11:36:00.001-07:002015-08-25T13:58:12.938-07:00WorldlyTo stand and argue for a cause-<br />
Which ignores half of the picture,<br />
To be barely able to contain malice-<br />
This is the exposure of an arrogant disdain, <br />
And it neutralises every argument.<br />
There is a difference between anger and conceit- <br />
The latter is an inherent contempt.<br />
It is possible to be angry without being repugnant,<br />
It is not possible to be repugnant without hatred.<br />
And hatred is a disease which suffocates the world.<br />
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<i><br /></i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/11682.Arthur_Schopenhauer"></a> power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-66026649301610549052013-06-02T16:13:00.001-07:002016-03-03T04:09:09.454-08:00Seeing EternityA dot in the matrix of existence,<br />
That which is invisible to the eye-<br />
Yet is rendered visible to the mind.<br />
The eyes deceive but the heart knows,<br />
That in a Millennia the forces grow,<br />
As the power lines of eternity are seen<br />
But never within an unseeing world dream.<br />
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power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-33484538526256167812013-04-24T12:36:00.001-07:002015-08-31T06:45:59.491-07:00MindsetsUnderstand the curious and searching mind;<br />
Faith, despite propaganda and blackmail is fine-<br />
Freedom of the soul bestows a light which is kind-<br />
With blessings of heart internal power is defined,<br />
Throughout the eternal testimony of a savage time,<br />
The mighty sing deceptions which the weak undermine-<br />
Yet the superhuman, still inevitably continue to shine<br />
As the broken who arise in alignment with the divine;<br />
Humanity has it's highs and lows of glorious prime,<br />
Though deep resilience do the defiant always find,<br />
Singing songs of irreverence, perceived as a crime-<br />
From standing tall the sweeping away of grime,<br />
Prohibiting all threatening elements to closer climb,<br />
Quests of human infallibility create mindsets sublime.<br />
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<br />power to the soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04635763202095005141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147565026891453821.post-57461632362593703682013-04-24T11:02:00.001-07:002015-04-12T11:19:08.356-07:00 Gentle Heart When the the stars twinkle from behind the clouds<br />
And the weak moonlight dares to venture out-<br />
A peace emerges from the earth's gentle heart,<br />
It is of such places that opinion barely knows;<br />
That darkness offers a warmth and a kindness.<br />
As on paths unseen, often one step after the next,<br />
The dark leads the way to an encased brightness,<br />
The one that the soul always remembers the clearest.<br />
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J.Bibi<br />
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