Posts Tagged ‘thoughts’

How soon could a dream

take hold in your heart?

How often does a dream

mask the harsh truth of reality?

It may take a while

It may take forever,

But you keep dreaming …still!

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Is wonderful when you are happy

But it pains you sometimes when you are sad.

Life’s surprises don’t always come in dainty packages

Of pink ribbons and lovely boxes

Life’s surprises come sometimes in inopportune moments

Catching you unaware.

You smile with a certain sadness in your eyes

You greet the day

Dragging your steps along the way.

I’m here to listen

When the time comes that you want to share

I’ll be here to make you smile again

and make you believe that life is worthwhile.

Happiness lies in your heart my friend.

And it’s really wonderful to be alive.

(reposted from September 05, 2011)


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Five Lines

I caught a glimpse of you

from some recess of memory

When I woke up, I knew

It was a dream


(Another repost from 2011, that year when I managed to have 366 posts due to the Post A Day challenge. Most of my followers back then are no longer active now.

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 Time drags –

Such endless waiting!

I ask myself when

I’ll ever see you again

Only then will this verse be complete

Only then will I sing my song.

(Reposted from April 01, 2011)

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I wrote your name in the sand

Only to be erased by the noontide

But the essence remained

When my morning comes,

I’ll write your  name again.

The breeze whispers a gentle sound of “hello”

Calling me, you

Beckoning us to the world beyond

I hear the sea

And I hear you

Calling, calling my name.

I feel your face

And see you smile

While the ripples gently dance at our feet.

I watch your serene countenance,

And nothing moves

Except the breeze and the ripples

We treasure this moment, this minute, this hour

A silence that inspires us

To write our names again in the sand.

Dusk is falling

And the only remnants are our footprints

And the sea calling our names.

Note: (previously published on March 01,2010)

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It will come

When you least expect it

Hope is alive!

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We now say goodbye to January. It’s like a whirlwind that has come and gone in a flash. All I could remember about this month are my visits to my doctors, maybe around ten times if I were to count. Always, leaving the house around 6:30 am and coming home around 1 pm. Like clockwork, I had regular lab tests. It was also my first time to undergo CT Scan. In two weeks, I’ll be back again. This almost a month respite is truly a blessing for me. I walk in our village park early in the morning although it is not a regular routine. Once Josef has left, sometimes I go back to sleep.

Looking forward to the month of February. 2023 is not a leap year. We only have 28 days this coming month and before we know it, it’ll be gone. I no longer expect to be operated on for my cataract in the next few months. As long as my FBS does not remain normal, then it is not a go in the meantime. Dreading to go back to the Hub and repeat all the requirements again.

I pray that the month of February would bring us more blessings and greater opportunities in life ❤🙏🙏🙏❤.

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The bud

Stands for all things

For everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing

Though sometimes it is necessary

To reteach a thing its loveliness,

To put a hand on the brow

Of the flower

An retell it in words and in touch

Until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing.

This poem which is just a portion of the whole thing was written by Galway Kinnell. It is part of the book Ten Poems To Open Your Heart.

My thoughts:

Life is a continuing process of beginnings and endings. A bud grows like a baby fresh from her mother’s womb and you wait for her to cry signifying life. You wait for the bud to bloom and you’ll see how it will look when fully grown.

We nurture, we water it with love. It teaches us that there is something truly wonderful in what nature brings. It teaches us to be a little patient when waiting just like life itself. Days become months and months become years. Sometimes we do encounter those vicissitudes in life and our success or failure depend on our attitude towards it.

The bud stands for all things….

It’s the fullness of life truly lived.

(Wrote this before reading Roger Housden’s interpretation of the poem)

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A cold morning

She watches and smiles

As the leaves dance in glee!

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Another Day

She gazes intently

She looks far beyond

As the morning unfolds gloriously.

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