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Somewhere

Somewhere in the world today – it is warm,

enough to need no coat or hat or boots.

Somewhere in the world – it is not raining

and somewhere in the world there is no storm.

Somewhere in the world – a plant makes new roots

and stretches – each day new height it’s gaining.

Somewhere in the world – hungry children crying

and somewhere else a fat man is complaining.

Somewhere in the world a wind is blowing

enough to bleed the precious crops away

Somewhere in the world a flood is flowing

and underneath the mud the crops are lying.

We all stretch out our hands for something more

But nowhere in the world is Shangri La.

 

 


2 Comments

Insatiable Thirst

I noticed these roses, open and beaded up with water droplets. I recently shot these roses and posted ‘Peeking Beauty’ last week or so. Portland had not had any measurable rain in 50+ days. In the heat, I had been careful to not water over the foliage or buds. I found the beads of water remarkable after last nights rainfall. I just don’t think I have ever seen so many beads of water collected together as here. So, I snapped the shot while walking from the front door to the car.


Now, What Else Can I write?

I am now afraid to tell myself the truth

The truth I’m avoiding

The truth that is there, present all the same

Why is it so difficult to let the truth seep within you

The truth can hurt, that is also true

The truth that is true

I’m now real afraid truly

Because I think I would have to face the truth.

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Truth- the game of true and lie

It is played every where

Sometimes the truth that is true wins

And even the lie can claim its victory as well

I am not making much sense

That is indeed really really true

But what if the truth is not true

And the lie may have been true, if given a choice

And the truth that is now a lie subsides

This game is amazing

The truth that is true

And that lie that is also true

And the truth that is a lie

This chakra would play its part

The lie may claim its crown

But the truth can also steal it away

Because after all truth is quite true

And the lie can indeed be a real lie.

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The true colors of the nature rise

Sweetens the wind blowing by

The true flower emerges from within a bud

And the wind bathes in the scent of the truth

The soil truly nurtures a plant

The wind really blows by

Sweetened with the taste of truth.

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