Till the Tide comes in

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My will glory in preservation.
My mind will take heed of any good suggestions
That are wise, thoughtful, honest, and sensible.
My sufferings will be granted compensations,
A reward, which will be priceless and noble.
My hopes are high, my yearnings are strong
while I breathe in my earthly life,
Paved with many a trajectory,
sailed on many an uncharted ocean.
Dum Spiro Spera.

the unquiet mind

The mind is its own place,
And it is its own domain,
Where it can make a celestial palace
out of hellish dungeon,
and vice versa.

Or so it says, or so it believes.
But what about a void filled with
howling of a soul lost in darkness
not knowing where to find the light
to figure out whereabouts of the soul?

Alas, the mind is at a loss,
a loss that cannot even know
where the mind can be at ease,
that seems to be in labyrinth fraught
with pebbles on the ground and webs
in the sight that I must huddle thru
to reach the meaning of my life.
There my mind can be at rest at last.

A Word and A Letter

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A Word

A word doesn’t come easy
When it does not mean any,
Some say.

I say it only
Comes easy to mean what I say
Today.

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A Letter to God

In an envelope labeled:
PERSONAL PRIORITY
I addressed God a letter.

In the envelope received:
RETURNED TO SENDER
God has moved somewhere.

Monday, March 28th, 2016