
The flower bloomed
Because of dirt
Through shit and gloom
Because of hurt
The more dirt some threw
The more the flower grew
Some called it dirt
The flower called it fertilizer
Than went on to Bloom

The flower bloomed
Because of dirt
Through shit and gloom
Because of hurt
The more dirt some threw
The more the flower grew
Some called it dirt
The flower called it fertilizer
Than went on to Bloom

Winter to Spring
Spring to Summer
Summer to Fall
Fall to Spring
Clockwise, Counterclockwise
Seeds Bloom
Seasons Change
Time Flies
Nothing Changes
Everything Changes
Tragedy~Triumph
Death~Birth
Mourn~Celebrate
Life Happens
Ready or Not
Regardless
Do Life Anyway and Regardless

Drippings of this world
dripping to my core
drip drop drip drop
words flowing through the wind
sights enhancing the air
feelings connecting words
words connecting meanings
meanings connecting signs
signs connecting visions
visions connecting creations
drip drop drip drop
dripping kindness, love, peace, abundance
healing, wealth, wellness
dropping scorns, hate, conflict, scarcity
hurt, ill-fated disease
drip drop drip drop
into the next realm
I choose to release
I choose to receive

Death is imminent
but so is birth
failure is part of life
success often follows failure
everything comes to a close
and other doors open
what goes up, must come down
but what goes down, must come up
beginnings have an ending
and endings are beginnings
the ashes that were left in the forest
are fertility for trees to grow
mourn the end, if you must
rise from the fire and begin
that’s life

A word is a note
That can write a song
Heal a scar
Mend the broken
Your thoughts are words
Through intentions you speak
What your third eye sees
Your silence can speak
Mind your thoughts
Mind your words

Gratitude Permeates
Through the nothing works for me
Or the perception of a “bad day”
It is a sour solemn moment after all
Not a Day
Gratitude Liberates
Through the engulfing of labeled bad streaks
Through the realization of so many peaks reached
You realize it is not breached perception
A descending constipation
But instead a permeable liberation
To appreciate what actually is
Because Gratitude Liberates
Abundantly

Experience or Resilience
Experience is going through something
Learning the Lesson, Reaping the Blessing
Resilience is overcoming, not undermining
The Struggle
The fact that it was never easy
Be Resilient, but far most important
Learn from the Experience
so you never repeat the pattern of struggle
again.

I cried, I mourned, I fell, I failed, I bled
until I had nothing left in me
I laughed, I celebrated, I got up, I succeded, I grew, I learned
because I gave myself no other choice
Now I pause, I look up, and I am Thankful
for the lessons, the blessings, the detours, the pathways
the failures, the successes.
Life Cycles, the living rollercoaster
until we become
like modeling clay
not fitting in, simply shape-shifting

A moment is a thought
a thought creates the hours
that lead into days
turned into weeks
morphed into months
developed into years
creating a lifetime
filtered
awareness
unfiltered
you can change your lifetime
in a thought
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