The Art of Life Poetry
Blessings with no boundaries are showered upon those who love with an unconditional heart,
How else are we connected in this realm with no boundaries except of love; a pure art?
As our frail bodies, which can only be compared to that of a short-lasting soap bubble, move around this multi-faceted dream called “Life”,
Why do you blind yourself with the seeming differences that exist in this world, when really, we are not any different from each other at all?
“We are all One”- Can you not hear that incessant inner call?
Why be attached to society’s expectations of you?
Can you not make up your mind, and just do?!
Why restrict yourself to what is sociologically apt or inapt?
For your life is what you make out of it, as a matter of fact.
There will be one day when everyone will come to their senses,
To realise that all the wealth in the world could not define their character and fill their emptiness,
Let go… Let go of the attachment to all subjects and objects that shall not accompany you to your grave,
For they are nothing but things that will one day fade away.
What are desires and pleasure anyway?
Nothing lasts, and nothing stays.
Release yourself from the invisible chains that you have locked yourself with,
Liberation is not where you now seek.
Why carry the unnecessary mental burden and submit yourself to be weighed-down by doubts, greed, jealousy and hatred?
Equipping yourself with these will only veil the essence of peace within, are you not tired?
Why compare with others when there has never been anything to compare at all?
Connected just like the thousands of silk threads that are found within a lotus root, we are all...
Unity is our root,
Feel from within, we should...
Only one who has overcome bondage,
Can accomplish wonders.
Only the heart and mind like that of a clean slate,
Shall shame and make fear shudder.
No heaven and earth,
Past, present and future can make one understand the rationale behind life and death..
Do not be blinded by your physical sight,
Yet hate not the eyes that deceive you as they might.
Just as clouds can hover over clear skies for awhile,
It is but only temporary and life’s tantrum will also come to pass just like a child’s.
Have a beautiful Friday and weekend!
Love and light,
Genevieve
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