Just thinking...

Choice…

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Life and death a parenthesis in eternity
What I do in between is entirely left to me.
The circumstances that I was born into
Was exactly what I needed, for my soul to evolve consciously.
But where I went from there
Was the choice bestowed unto me.
I have the power, I have the choice
To make this place hell or a place to rejoice.
I could wallow in self-pity, blame others for my problem
and cry out at the injustice done unto me;
Or use the lessons that I learnt to help some other soul
Be a beacon of hope and guide them to their true North Pole.
Spread love instead of bitterness, forgive instead of spitefulness, be grateful and not complain.
Help me God to remember these choices and to live without disdain.

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Poems

Choice…

Life and death a parenthesis in eternity
What I do in between is entirely left to me.
The circumstances that I was born into
Was exactly what I needed for my soul to evolve consciously.
But where I went from there
Was the choice bestowed unto me.
I have the power, I have the choice
To make this place hell or a place to rejoice.
I could wallow in self-pity, blame others for my problem
and cry out at the injustice done unto me.
Or use the lessons that I learnt to help some other soul
Be a beacon of hope and guide them to their true North Pole.
Spread love instead of bitterness, forgive instead of spitefulness, be grateful and not complain.
Help me God to remember these choices and to live without disdain.

Poems

Questions???

Who am I? Why am I here?
Who am I? Why am I here?

In the dark lonely hours when I was with myself,
Questions and nagging doubts got down from the hidden dark shelves.
Where I had stacked them neatly, buried them deeply to prevent the anxiety from taking a hold.

Why am I here? Where did I come from? Who am I?

Stood out one by one before me.
Pointing a finger and asking me not to hide them, but begging me to free them with an answer instead.

I got many books on hold,
Read through the scriptures that were told.
Listened to the teachers who said
They had all the answers in their fold.
Tried many a tricks, followed many a pricks
Felt used and disoriented as I still had no answer to the questions that stood.

As I lay awake in the dark with my heart so heavy,
Deciding finally, to lock those questions tightly.
In the silence of that night I finally heard
A little voice crystal clear.
You are the answer to the questions asked.
Look within and find the spark.
That which pervades this whole wide world,
Is waiting inside for you to unfold.

No master, no books can take you in there,
For you are your own master for your soul to bare.
Sit in silence and watch your own breath
It is as simple as that.

Then you realize beneath the cloud of thoughts on the sky of your SELF
A shining light that is in every flower, every bee and the kelp.

Then you find the peace, the joy, the happiness that you have searched around,
Waiting for you to unlock and for it to unbound!