Beautiful Soul
Tag: gratitude
Going within
A room full of pearls
The wisdom of many years
A mountain of gifts
A snug cosy chair
With warm words cuddling the air
Comfort waiting there
My vision impaired
I stumbled and did not see
Love waiting for me
The sun streamed in
Lighting up a splendid display
Gratitude’s delight
Another step further
Into a dark sacred room
You welcomed me in
Then my tears flowed
When you opened your arms
And consoled me
Then I heard your voice:
Always go within
To figure it out
I am always here
Whenever you are in need
Just remember this–
I send you little miracles everyday!
Autumn’s Bounty
When I leaf through
the pages of my seasons,
I revel in Autumn’s shades,
the ambers and blush,
the yellow and gold
of bliss-filled abundance.
The fragrance of life,
undertones of florals and spice,
intoxicate me into a daze
of bewildering vistas,
of places I have been
and people I have seen.
This moment I have paused
to take stock of it all
and remind myself to
be grateful. Not for
stocks and bonds : for
those I have none –
It’s in the talents I’ve been given
to turn brown leaves to gold
and stack wood for the cold,
that abundance has found me.
Hard days and nights I’ve travelled
from where I once began.
Now as cold winds blow,
fire crackles in merriment,
cheered by warm hearts
upon whose rungs I have stood.
I see the greatest gift of all
in those surrounding me.
Autumn leaves roll out new seasons.
It is……
It is a place that I had never been
It is a beauty that I had never seen
It is a value that I had never measured
It is a love that I had never treasured
It was the lesson learnt from my teacher
It was to see the full depth of each feature
It was to go back and search from within
It was to start with loving my own skin
It will be with sadness that I must move on
It will be discerning between right and wrong
It will be time to check against my new reflection
It will be time to stop looking for perfection
It is a time for being strong in my transitions
It is a year to make new binding decisions
It is an awakening from a dream to the real
It is a determining of exactly how I feel
Though the teaching methods were unusual
The student is filled with a sense of renewal
But sometimes the roles were reversed
When the teacher became the student first
The work of a teacher is never done
When one plus one equals one.
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