Ah, Soul!
Come run with me on tracks never tread upon ... Come shed your anger and frustration in calm streams of dreams.
Nothing happens which is not recorded by God.
Listen!
Touch this Love. THIS DOT: . Dot of All.
Do not let your brilliant soul be devoured by the battle of minds. Surrender to the Love of God and be happy ... until your days are over. Those may be plenty ... or few.
If city planners should built tiny little houses, beautiful, affordable by the poor, but small and lovely, paid for with honest money, but small and simple a treasure, given in sincerity, would we have slums? Brother! If we should extend a hand, small and simple, holding Love and a piece of bread, instead of easy money to still our conscience, or empty prayers, which are opium for the masses, would there be addicts?
Love those whom you can. Look around you. If you could reach ONE, and change that one by love, that ONE is more important than the thousands who mock you ...
I love you so. Love me back. Your life is worth living -- live it now!
Author notes
Rejoice. Ray a dream today into existence.
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A contest entry
- Act , act in the living present-- by Purush.
450 points, ended October 5, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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In therapy, the analyst tries to rejuvenate the ego which then attaches to the therapist. The therapist becomes the master, parent, lover. The receiver then is bolstered by the therapists help and struggles beyont their limitations to please the therapist. Some people think this is silly because the therapist does not love them back. The good ones do! You, my friend, are full of love and a miracle worker.
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A lovely and positively life (and love) affirming piece, Myra. Congratulations on the bronze.
Love and life,
Bill
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Hey there love the read congratulations on the bronze win for this best wishes always be well have a great week
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So well said as only you can say it. Congratulations on bronze. This is just what I needed to read at the end of this particular day -- it fits my day to a tee.
Thank you.
Garrison
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I walk in darkness to shed some light and when in the light I tell them about the dark, so they know to the very core of the matter to stay away from it and that darkness traps others who are unable to make it into the light by themselves. Ack.
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Yes, we are tempted to walk the dark path and see evil, tell others of it, and magnify our sorrows. Your poem lifts us out of that rut, to run and see that there are flowers as well as mud! Well done, best wishes!
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all the best in my contest
An excellently worded verse with deep thoughts
emanating from the scholarly heart
all the best in my contest
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