Poetry and prose,random thoughts and outpourings
I also write at http://myjourneywithanandita.blogspot.com/
Ahhh, if only there was an in between, a place to balance the scale between extremes. I certainly don't have it figured out. So I get up, and try, and fall, and get up, and try again.I guess the best thing for me is to meditate on both the flower and garbage, and bless them both for teaching me something.
Thre days Im a flower and days Im a garbag...So true ...Loved the way you have put your thoughts over here
This actually reminds me of Tupac Shakur. You should check out his book of poetry. Surprising from a rapper.
Garbage only comes about when the weeds have their take on you. Refuse to believe you'd lost the power under their crunch. Sometimes I am probably more laughable, than loveable. But, that's a sad thought.
By the way, I love your thoughts in here. Glad I discovered you.
First time here and liked everything that you have written....esp the latest post...
this sounds oriental in its wisdom concentrated in just two lines.wonderful jyo!!
And it takes a hefty dose of perceptiveness, spiced with self-awareness, to be able to utter such with composure, as you have done and uttered here. Thank you for sharing your wisdom. ^_^
Succintly put and all the more powerful for it!Compels one to think!
Yes, that is what I always tell him.
That is the balance.
as do us all.
This is mindblowing gorgeous.
Poignant, and oh so true!
u r always a flower..just some cleansing of soil or petals reqd once a while...
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