DAY 22 Continuing
♣ Nelson Mandela’s Quotes ♣
If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
I am confident that nobody… will accuse me of selfishness if I ask to spend time, while I am still in good health, with my family, my friends and also with myself.
Prison life, fortunately, I spent a lot of years, about 18 years with other prisoners, and, as I say, they enriched your soul.
Our human compassion binds us the one to the other – not in pity or patronizingly, but as human beings who have learned how to turn our common suffering into hope for the future.
After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.
If people can learn to hate, they can be taught to love.
It becomes a flaw when you do not like it.
How incomplete the rose is without its thorns.
It demands a caring hand.
Otherwise, it’ll prick.
It reminds you of your caring nature if you allow it for so.
You perceive it as a flaw.
This very flaw has the possibility of reminding you the beauty of your perceived beast of yourself.
The beauty of the flaw is to be flawed in all perfection in such a way …. reminding you and awakening within you a nature you thought you had lost.
See, it is still there in you. The beauty is there in the beast. You beast!! 🙂
You need to be willing to accept what you tried to escape because you perceived it to be your vulnerability.
Accepting the softness within yourself, will help you become flexible and courageous to confront your fears.
Embracing your vulnerability …. is the strength of your weakness.
It is not scary at the end or should I say …. your new beginning ….
“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly” – Martin Luther King Jr.
When you walk the desert for too long
An Oasis appears
Getting closer and closer makes one hopeful
The sight of it consoles your thirst
You keep walking
Only to realize
Your imagination just played with you
The Oasis was a creation of your mind
You laugh at yourself
You cry desperately
Then drink your tears to make the throat moist again
The walk continues
The image appears again
A step is made and you stop
The past experience is reminded
There is a refusal to go ahead
The direction is changed
A doubt stays
What if, what if
The image was real
The doom has been welcomed walking away from it
What if the steps were continued…
Stepping forward in the very direction might be a turning point, for the best or for the worst…perhaps it does not matter…you are still in the desert, at the end, you understand the need of the lack.
Your sole wish in such situation is to survive.
Through the wilderness
Reveals the sweetness
Of the madness
What a love affair it is…
Bewitching to the senses
Within the sound of silence
The journey to home in the bus……I could not miss the sweet scent of the sugar canes married with the scent of soil along the way. Hence, the start of my inspirational love affair with poetry, dear reader.
DAY 15 Continuing
♦ On the 12th of November 2016 at 17:22, I wrote this poem ♦ Being Poet ♦ Being Philosopher ♦ Creativity Unleashed
Is it just the rain?
Or is it the droplet of hope?
Is a message being delivered?
Connecting hearts again
Is he trying to say something?
And I unknown to it
And yet known to it
I miss you too