Pain to Purpose
I’ve found a way to turn my pain into a purpose, with my words and a pen,
Let the oasis of heartache flow, for a higher purpose or worthy end,
We all must make the best of this life that we’ve been given,
No matter if we’re living it on the streets or in prison.
Buoyancy
To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship.
So—the sea-journey continues and who knows where?
Just to be held by the ocean is the best luck
we could have.
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Any Chance Meeting
In every gathering, in any chance meeting on the street, there is a shine, an elegance rising up. Today I recognized that that jewel-like beauty is the presence
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