When you stop people from talking
When you close the schools down
When people can’t go to work
And the nation comes to a stop
There is something that’s not right
Something that can’t be explained away
In this age of communication
There is something wrong if you don’t let
The seeming peace is a mirage
The embers are burning under the logs
Fire can still erupt from those embers
If the conditions are right
It’s not silence when you cover someone’s mouth
It’s not freedom if you don’t let people talk
November 17th, 2019
Thinking of the people of Iran
I’m a roaring waterfall
You are a serene lake
I’m fire and fury
You are cool stream flowing
I talk before I think
You think so long, before you talk
That I become impatient
I am the talkative one
You are the best listener
You like routine
You’re a night owl
And I’m an early bird
You’re super organized
I try my best
You make me laugh
I love laughter
You’re the reason I came out
Of my shell
You are tactful
I speak my mind
You are diplomatic
I am not!
You are the rock
And I lay against you
You are sunshine
And I bathe in you
January 31st, 2018
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Is this a world of joy or a world of sorrow?
Sorrows for sure!
Because our human condition necessitates it
Without the fire of trials we can’t be purified!
Because too much sorrow would drown us
In its continuous downpour
Joy is a necessity
A healing balm
An oasis in the desert of life
Sorrows have their purpose though
They will be the bringers of joy
In time, sorrow begets joy, eternal joy!
August 23rd, 2014
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Can’t feel pain unless we step into the fire
Can’t burn the impurities off our soul
Can’t experience pain just looking at fire
Can’t understand pain intellectually, no!
Once heat has seared our skin
Once our soul has felt the heat of trials
We are transported somewhere else
A place that is hard to describe
But those who have been there can tell you
It is worth the pain, abundant the rewards
October 25th, 2013
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