C is after B
Poems About Self-Discovery, Growth & Inner Healing
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Listen and Ask
I do not wish
To fill the enigma of my brain
With meaningless information.
I do wish
To fill the space in my mind
With meaningful knowledge.If I’m interested,
I’ll listen
And ask questions.
If I’m not interested,
I neither listen
Nor inquire.I value knowledge
Over mere information.
I value meaning.And if I speak,
It is after listening
With grace.
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Think Before You Speak
Many believe we either espouse, retort,
respond instantly without thinking
in anger or in passion.
Obviously, they recommend against it.They suggest we digest, and think
about what we’re about to say before we say.
So they say.But the truth is,
it’s not just one or the other.
There is a third conscious option.
A more balanced and harmonious choice.
To be aware of what we are about to say.It’s just that simple,
awareness is a reminder,
a soft touch towards the present,
to trust in our intuition,
which comes from our gut.
That’s our intuition,
not our instinct, as some call it.This simple active awareness,
is intentional, purposeful, deliberate,
yet honest and genuine.
It is naked truth.A gentle reminder,
an awareness of the
meaning and power of our words.
No need to analyze, overthink,
nor blurt, respond by default in a reflex.Simply pause to be aware
of the words we speak, to create.
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Some and Some
Some ignore it all,
Some count wounds,
And some count lessons.Some seek beauty in the mundane,
Some find solace in solitude,
And some revel in the chaos.Some dance with joy in the rain,
Some embrace the stillness of night,
And some chase the dawn’s first light.Some build bridges from broken pieces,
Some heal others with their own scars,
And some shine as beacons through the dark.Some act with kindness,
Some whisper wisdom,
And some create words.Some plant seeds in barren soil,
Some nurture dreams against all odds,
And some inspire hope in weary hearts.Some find strength in vulnerability,
Some forge unity from diversity,
And some spark change with a single act.Some paint stories on blank canvases,
Some compose melodies from silence,
And some sculpt beauty from rough stone.Some embrace the unknown with courage,
Some question to seek deeper truths,
And some re-imagine the world anew.Each path is unique, yet none supreme,
All threads in life’s lotus flower,
A symphony of human experience.Some lead, some follow, some walk alone,
Yet all move onward in their time,
Each step is valid, each journey whole.In laughter, tears, or silent thought,
We navigate our inner worlds,
No way lesser, no way greater.
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Journey on
There’s a question
Most never ask
Simple, yet profound
The key to your pathHow do I get there?
Some chase wealth
A million in the bank
A mansion on the hill
A fancy car in the driveOthers seek contentment
A family’s warm embrace
A life of quiet joy
Just enough to get byBut whatever you choose
Whatever life you crave
This question burns bright
Like a guiding flameHow do I get there?
Without it, you drift
A leaf on the wind
Reacting, not living
Surviving, not thrivingYou turn left for a fallen tree
Right to avoid the wolf
Dizzy from the dance
Of life’s random tuneBut ask the question
And the fog lifts
Your road becomes clear
Your steps find purposeHow do I get there?
It’s not a secret
It’s not profound
It’s the map you draw
The compass you followDon’t be hypnotized
By the world’s noise
Create your identity
Choose your own voiceWhen you know the way
Obstacles become challenges
Your authentic self emerges
In harmony with your dreamsJourney on,
With purpose in your stride
For you’ve asked the question
That lights the way insideHow do I get there?
Now you know.
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Curiosity’s Flame
In the quiet corners of existence,
A spark flickers, unbidden.
Underlying said phenomenon is that,
Without being wanted or sought for,
It grows into a flame of self-inquiry
That not only makes one discover
What lies beneath our shadows,
But also truths we do not know about.We are young kids again
Eyes wide with the world’s vastness.
Every inquiry is a pebble tossed
Into the pond of existence,
Ripples spreading,
Running on shores we have never reached.The fire inside
Burns layers of uncertainty,
Dissolving all the cozy fallacies
We surround ourselves with.To question is to bridge
The gap between self and other,
Side by side with the pitiful gesture
Of one’s own fingers pointing towards nothingness,
Between the known and mysterious.In asking, we are stripped
Like a newborn baby becoming vulnerable,
Yet even as powerful as old men of knowledge.
As we shed off clothes of curiosity,
The real us stands out ‘naked’.
Here, our truest essence is revealed.May this fire burn brightly,
Let it destroy the walls
We have erected around our hearts.
It is here that we find traces of wisdom
(Because they have been revealed) amidst burning beliefs;
Seeds which need light to grow.
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I Wish
I wish for you
A life lived being aware of blessings,
In each day’s breakfast
With sunlight piercing your eyes.I wish for you
Nights that hug you,
With the moon giving a gentle smile
In your sleep.I wish
For love to take over
The daily routines made by you,
While humility stands as an echo to your works.May you stand happy,
Your own light shining from within you!
May there be no shadow on your face!I wish for you
Smiles that litter your day with sunshine,
With laughter as blended hours,
Wisdom and ascent.I wish
That your challenges be stepping stones,
Every struggle a tutor
Guiding you towards a higher apex.I wish
You moments full of inspiration,
Warmth, affection, and joviality.I wish
Love for you
That is very rich, deep, and genuine.I wish
For your heart to be like a shrine,
Where sympathy thrives
And forgiveness flows gently like a stream.And
As I spread
This love with you
Within that divine space
Where love makes do
And becomes us,I wish for you
A spirit that knows not fear,
Unencumbered by negative thoughts,
But rather grasping life’s great adventure.I wish
All your wishes come true.
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I Always Catch Up
I kick my can,
But I always catch up.I pick up my can,
I empty it and I kick my can,
But I always catch up.I pick up my can,
I fill it and I kick my can,
But I always catch up.I kick my can into tomorrow,
But I always catch up today.I kick my can, it’s dented now,
But I always catch up, somehow.I kick my can in endless loops,
But I always catch up, in swoops.I kick my can, my legs grow weary,
But I always catch up, theory and query.I kick my can towards the stars,
But I always catch up, near and far.I kick my can through seasons’ change,
But I always catch up, time’s range.