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The sunlit top, the roots hid in earth’s floor

Turn back, live again, he  said to me
Do not  wander in the darkness anymore
One more move might give death victory

We are each connected to that tree
The sunlit top, the roots hid in earth’s floor
Come back, live again, he asked of me

While we live, we’ll live with dignity
Not scrabbling for the gold in blood and gore
One more lie will give  sin victory

The kindness of the golden light was  clear
And left an image in my mind’s deep core
Come back, live your life, he  soothed  me

So do not wonder  now why you are here
We’re here to live and living shall restore
What  our suffering self has found so dear

I had never seen the light before
Only Christ the tyger with his roar
Come back,  live  through pain, he  asked of me
One right step will give life  victory

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Knowledge

“Sun Tzu said it quite well: ” If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.”

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Kindness

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https://thepsychologist.bps.org.uk/kindness-societys-golden-chain

Lee Rowland
“In my view, the beauty of kindness is that it is open to anyone. We can all opt to choose kindness if we wish. It is free, easily accessible to rich and poor alike, and is universally understood. Thus, if it turns out that simple acts of everyday kindness can send ripple effects of wellbeing through society, then promoting and facilitating that has to be a constructive pursuit.”

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Yet in my dreams, I find another land

Some boiling water spilled onto my hand
I’ve cut my finger on a tin at last
An accidental death is not yet planned

 

I had to put 5 plasters in a band
And wait until the flow of blood had passed
Some boiling water spilled onto my hand

I must not condone the  last demand
For surely somewhere I will find green grass
An accidental death is not yet planned

Only God himself can give commands
About the exact time our bodies pass
Though  boiling water spilled onto my hand

Yet in my dreams, I find another land
As if I have stepped lightly through the glass
An accidental death is not yet planned

The sun shone for a moment in a flash
Say, I’m off dear reader, I just have to dash
Some boiling water spilled onto my hand
An accidental death is never planned

 

 

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Poems about dreams and sleep

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https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poems-about-dreams-sleep

 

Langston Hughes1902 – 1967

To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
    Dark like me—
That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance!  Whirl!  Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
    Black like me.


The critic Donald B. Gibson noted in the introduction to Modern Black Poets: A Collection of Critical Essays (Prentice Hall, 1973) that Hughes “differed from most of his predecessors among black poets . . . in that he addressed his poetry to the people, specifically to black people. During the twenties when most American poets were turning inward, writing obscure and esoteric poetry to an ever decreasing audience of readers, Hughes was turning outward, using language and themes, attitudes and ideas familiar to anyone who had the ability simply to read . . . Until the time of his death, he spread his message humorously—though always seriously—to audiences throughout the country, having read his poetry to more people (possibly) than any other American poet.”

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Free

lit-up-hands.jpgI thought of writing in free verse today
As it has a different feel than form
Yet I have almost forgotten how to do that
We hear the News and then
We hear it again

When will peace come   like in 1989
South Africa?
When will people stop going to church
BECAUSE going to church  is not enough
It is not  so important.
What we do is.
Knowing what is possible is
It may be hard.
But cruelty is hard too,

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Ethics and mysticism

“Mysticism has often been misunderstood as the attempt to escape this simple, phenomenal world to a more pure existence in heaven beyond. This is not mysticism, but Gnosticism. Biblical mysticism is the attempt to exit ‘this world’ to an alternative reality that pervades the old order. Its goal is to jettison the mind-set that says ‘greed is good,’ selfishness is normal,’ and ‘killing is necessary.’ Mysticism in biblical terms is not escapism, as so many have caricatured it, but a fight for ethics and social change.”
— Walter WinkWha

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Big nerves

I have been mending “jewellery”  today.I find one can buy all sorts of fasteners and little chains.I find doing this is very soothing.I didn’t know the name of the clasp  which is lobster.Where you pull back a little rod and then the ring opens.I got some chains with a clasp at each end, Also used as safety chains.I  don’t like bracelets much but necklaces are nice.Mine are not real jewelry but things my husband bought in various odd places. or were given me by my sister.
I hope he’s not in hell because I am hot enough already!
I managed to pour some boiling water onto my hand but I react so quickly that it has not damaged the skin.I knew that when the dentist said my nerves are twice as big as the average that there must be a reason.I had never thought about whether the actual size of our nerves can vary so much. Some folk must have very small ones and sometimes I wish mine were.But on the whole, I  like myself.Whoever I am!

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