leaving mother’s milk behind
leaving mother’s milk behind
i ask myself bigger questions
as i near my end
trying to predict what will remain into eternity
will i leave a legacy of uniqueness
perhaps inciting social awareness
or just gracing this world with beauty
my hope is positive contributions linger on
being touchstones for future greats
through impact, influence, and inspiration
for i know my aspiration
shaping dysfunction into being unimpaired
has to mean something
As a family, our country is a winning team, passing on what we owe to our future. When we actively choose to seek progress for the cities and the rural lands, it is for the good of our soul and others’ lives. Let us become the compassionate ones, the kinder ones. Let us choose to foster growth—giving back power to those deserving of it. May an act or two or ten thousand of kindness and justice bring joy and betterment to those who require it and who have earned it from the suffering endured.
May we all feel at peace.
individual beauty surfaces
propelled like air balloons
upwards towards greater heights
with our villages of unique
but like-minded friends
the tree of life guides us
we grow stronger
seeking greater knowledge and wisdom
new experiences enlighten us further
a life begins vibrantly strong and new
subtle change on its journey
until it can no more
your birth, the prelude
to this one great life
foisted into beginning
what so many have done before
family nurtured you, or not
this start fostered your methods
of being in this world
success and failure were in your hands
decisions layered upon decisions
the best you could do, or the worst
chance predicts much of the outcome
and still, you carry on
you reap what you can
others benefit too
glory in the good days
paybacks for your pain
wisdom in the aftermath of living
lessens the evil
from gaining a foothold
in your soul
it’s still a hard road
many leave weak and broken
the lucky ones die
with a smile
they say hell ends when you’re dead
both struggling for survival
diminishes each individual
standing tall, proud
of me, of you, of all
Forward or back?
One could argue going back is not a bad thing, although most would say forward is the only way. That’s progress.
Forward = Progress, Backwards = Failure
Is it really, though?
Some things might be better with progress, but it would seem to also create more to solve or resolve. Don’t you think?
We forget that some things, not all things, were actually easier just to feel content with. It didn’t require advancement. It was an acceptance of something good and held some ease for us because it was ingrained in us. That isn’t always a bad thing.
As much as I love progress and doing things better (and I really do!), I’ve also found that development introduces a new level of “work” that has to be incorporated. It actually means adjusting in a way to what is easier but then requires more effort to be “aware.” It fills your mind to the point where you’re at a maximum state of involvement. Is that really progress? For me, it just means another challenge to balance.
It’s like we are more engaged in a way but not meaningfully. So I feel like simplification is distancing us from meaning. How then is this progress a good thing?
I, for one, would like to remain genuinely invested in this world.
What about you – how do you feel about progress?
The more we live
the more we hurt
first wound aching
underneath all the others
fresh one opening
creating a new tear
on the multitudes existing
Layers of lessons
waiting for a new danger
scars prickling in response
to a red flag waving
our nerves insisting on caution
our bowels all a jumble
preparing to hesitate
but life still calls
ripe for a new adventure
pushing the previous pain down
putting flesh-colored bandaids
on the wounds
knowing the risks could be worth it
hoping for pain-free days