Infinite Possibilities of Life

Rising above the harshness of life is possible, when you reach for truth within yourself. I send this to people who are in struggles where at times they feel they can’t go on. I wish to send you hope, to look for the good even when it seems hopeless. In reality we are changing ourselves. In truth you can’t change the world, but through you your world changes.

ILLUMINATING PERSPECTIVES

I light the candle of illumination,
So that I may see in the darkness,
The smoke of my inquiry spirals on unseen thermals,
As peace and happiness the silent beacons
guide me away from the hard rocks of discontent,
For to hit the rocks places my life,
In real danger.

To inhale the fresh cool air of acceptance,
Opens to the morning of a new story,
Touching the leaf of a new page,
To watch the sparkling diamonds of dew drops,
Slide like gentle tears grounded in experience,
Nourishing life to shed both light and shadow,
Over a garden of infinite varieties,
From the fountain of memories jettisoned
in favour of inner tranquility.

Multicoloured blooms of inspired musings,
Contour a poetic landscape that knows no boundaries,
For I am in-formed,
As my summer surprise celebrates the golden moments of sunlight
taken for granted,
Then falling to the ground fallow in the shivering winter of many discontents,
To find spring recycling renewable hope as a dawn service,
Seasons in time.

Life is the musical of tenors and baritones reaching highs and lows,
Holding the note as life rises above discord,
Mistakes are the arrhythmia that leads us to harmony,
Conducting orchestras of feeling
to lift humanity out of its misery,
To find the mystery of life adapts to all conditions,
Even those harsh, hard and appearing hopeless,
For the fragile flower only knows survival in truth,
And the miracle of life renews its vows,
As a commitment to the joy of life,
Shedding the past as a tourniquet of cocoons,
To free the wings of happiness,
Lifting insights far beyond limited perspectives.

For life is not work in progress,
It is progress that works,
For to choose life over work,
Is the artform from which one must interpret the peace,
For life is seldom shown on the face of beliefs,
It is the surrealism that bends to make time,
For no great painting concludes,
It opens to infinite possibilities of meaning,
And this is seen in the still life,
That contemplates what is real.