Do not sacrifice the laurels you earned
Through hard work and sweat equity
For want of dreams that have not yet
Come to pass, rather treasure that
Which reflect the reward of your earnest
Effort, and use them without any reservation to
Motivate and propel you to the goal of enriching
Your gift of life and that of others, and therefrom
Find contentment, which in itself will supplant
The void of unrealized dreams with hope
Which in time will yield the bounty of peace.
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And although, the dawn of the new year is now but a memory,
As the year itself, unrestrained by time, embarks on its own course
Through the passage of each minute, towards the fulfillment
Of its own destiny within the global enterprise of existence,
The dawn of hope never eclipses or fades into the oblivion of time
Rather, with the unfolding of each precious moment, lies renewed
Promise that knows no bounds and springs to inspire one and all…
Therefore, seize it and maximize its potential to fit your purpose.
Happy New 2015.
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Focus not on lost opportunities,
Rather, focus on the new promise
Yet existing in the present, and
The hope still contained in the future.
Do not let the ripples of irritation in life
Be they constant, or intermittent, detract
From the promise and joy of living earnestly.
For they, possess the power and proclivity
Of attempting to consume or overshadow
Life to the disadvantage of sustained progress.
Therefore, make diligent entreaties towards
Focusing on the nature and promise of hope.
Accentuate that which inspires the spirit to soar.
Convert the destructive into positive momentum,
And propel yourself forward to the realization
Of the dreams you envisioned for the fullness
Of the bountiful gift of the life that is yours.
I am weary of this horrendous and feigned existence that I am forced to live
And seek complete deliverance, like some of my comrades in chains before me,
Fortunate to be relieved eternally, from the atrocities of oppression that are
Conjoined with the degradation and unveiled brutality of sexual bondage,
Into the embrace of death, from this unbearable agony that ceases not.
For I understand, that it is a transition through redemption, to eternal peace.
Which is what I seek, like some of us, who have since had the tragic fortune
To escape, from this realm, like birds from the captor’s grip, but forever free.
That respite, is what I urgently need from the endless lashing of the torture,
From the shackles of despair, as all innocence is lost from these forsaken woods
Where neither normalcy nor joy nor hope abound, and evil reigns supreme.
I said my prayers silently, the prayers of my own faith, to remove me swiftly
And instantly, from this place, and for this, I now without patience await.
The riddle of when how became how
May not be as confounding as
How simply, how became how
Or how, how manifests as how.
And may not be as troubling
As what in its essence came first.
How it evolved, or how it was once.
Or what was, before how became how, and
What transpired for how to assume how, or
What came to be, for how to develop into how.
Nonetheless, whatever the order or transpired,
What how may be now or came to be, may not
Necessarily be as important to decode as
Whether how should remain how.
So today, while I was driving at dusk thinking about the day ahead and trying to talk to my maker, the master and creator of the universe. Suddenly, apparently out of nowhere, something darted across the road before me and that cast the dye for this written soliloquy. How wrong we are sometimes about what we believe we see. Although, we believe we know and sometimes are certain of what we think we see, in reality, probably we are not. How often erroneous assumptions pervade our consciousness and take root therein almost obliterating objectivity. Although, we hold steadfast onto particular conceptions, nonetheless it is not always a case of – it always is – therefore it is… In retrospect, how wrong I probably was, when I marveled then in unwavering certainty and jocular manner about the grasshopper that skipped across the road before the wheels of my car. I considered how extremely lucky it was, to make it across the street just in the nick of time, thankfully. I drove onward and wondered where it was coming from, where it was going. Its apparent and fleeting skipping reminded me with fond nostalgia of a song I used to sing when I was in primary school – Grasshoppers, three a fiddling went… Singing to myself, I continued on my merry way. A short distance later, up the hill, I came upon a carpet of fallen leaves and a little gust of wind in accord with the day’s elements lifted two and caused them to skip across the road before me, almost in unison. Yes, not unexpectedly, because of the elements … but now bewilderment engulfed me. Which was playing games on me, my eyes or my mind. After prior firm belief that it was a grasshopper I had seen earlier, uncertainty now pervaded my consciousness. Hence, after observing the two leaves rise and land almost in alternating equidistant spaces across the road similar to my unforgotten grasshopper, certainty was since replaced by ambivalence, to such extent that I doubted the veracity and confidence of what I thought I had most assuredly seen a few minutes ago. Concerning the leaves, they were clear and distinct because as they crossed, the dusk was lifting, and the beam of my headlamps illuminated their forms. Consequently, without human doubt I knew, or did I deduce, that they were leaves. Was I sure about what they were because I believed undoubtedly that they were leaves, undoubtedly because I had seen them or was this somewhat a resultant deduction because I seen a carpet of fallen leaves before the two leaves in motion. Of the leaves can I now be absolutely certain. And of the first encounter … was it a grasshopper or a leaf…
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