Can I Just Be Me To You?

Trial and Tribulations

The title of this song comes from the Statler Brothers called “Different Things To Different People”. The song laments the one thing in life that many crave but few ever get. We often lament that we could have that one person with that we can just be ourselves.

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THE TRAIN WHISTLE

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The train running down the tracks …
… In the silence of the whispering trees
Sharing the secrets with the nature ….
… Across beautiful sceneries and …
Craftly landscapes made by mother earth
… Far stretches of the dusty plains
Purple headed mountains standing tall …
… Greenery shades of the rainforests
Angels blessed on the small world …
… Sprinkling magic with a spark of miracle
Sights through the train window …
… just makes adventures come true
As the train whistle can be heard …

-By Fatima Jamshed

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Baggage

Priyanshi shah

As the sky breathes gray,

The moon is lost in his phase,

I saw a crossing where colors flow,

In the morning sunlight,

Along the stream losing herself in the deep, the sinking of leaves,

That little joy of life,

Lost in thoughts and interpretations,

And here we are in between,

In the sphere of logic and sensitivity,

Holding up the beauty in our eyes and memories in our souls,

To share the tales of passing by,

The nightmares of dreams,

The remembrance of fragile things,

The loss of a person with sagas of wounds,

That unsaid encounters,

We protect them from moment to moment,

Feeling that massiveness to sense nothing,

We wander here and there to reveal that tiny spark,

Which dwells within,

Carving walls and bridges,

To hide in this illusion of endless baggage,

Losing the presence of the present,

As fear manipulates our lives and we live…

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Aloneness

Aloneness to Onlyness with Essence . alone to all one happens only is one walks on the path of Love all. nice poetry

Priyanshi shah

Everyone holds the castle of aloneness within them,
A niche where they disguise their individuality,
To perceive what they are not feeling,
Certainty and safety as the shield of the fort,
But one deep down in their heart understands it and gazes at the castle in the sphere of aloneness,
In the dark, under the moonlight,
One wanders to know the way if there is any,
The castle has multiple entrances and windows,
Which unlocks when a cool breeze teases it,
A staircase leading to the room which one never unfolds,
An evolving library of our experiences that we have forgotten,
And it has a secret trail full of darkness,
From tragedy to memories,
Everything stays there and it floats on the surface now and then,
To live is to walk that pathway fearlessly,
It can be hidden in stories, a person, or something entirely which doesn’t make sense, 
Most…

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Illusional

Mind is a Highway , be a witness to traffic , if you ride a bus of thoughts then mind is a museum of moments . truly nice post . love all

Priyanshi shah

The mind as an anthology of our adventures,
Wrapped in unconscious and conscious thoughts,
Acts as a museum of mementos and a dark cave of ruins,
Where all rare and precise pieces are stored,
Whether we are mindful of it or not,
And the aisle of the museum is filled with overwhelming passions,
And as dark approaches and the moon rises,
The story is formulated by relating scenarios,
Where imagination and nightmare are in the quest,
As one gets lost in his searching,
For what is real and what is not?
In the museum of illusions,
Where anything floats on the surface,
And deeper we dig we get lost in this vastness,
Sometimes it holds while occasionally it burns us,
But one has to pass through it,
Bound with fear or courage,
And wander long enough to know that there is no way out.
But how can one forget that…

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We Are the Universe

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“We are the universe pretending to be individuals.”

– Deepak Chopra

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A FUNKY MINDSET

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How do we deal with feeling funky, especially, when we do not know why we are in a funk? Do most of us go through such a malaise like disconnect, at times? Do we feel generally out of sorts? Have you felt that angst, without experiencing any strong emotions, like anger, frustration, sadness or disappointment?

Do you know people who exist in a funk as their normal mindset? If a funky mindset is not a constant, is it something we would like to ameliorate and move to a more positive, optimistic or productive mindset?

Are there learning opportunities within our funkiness? Is it really about mindset? What happens, when people accept the funk but do not give into it? Accepting the funk, what is the next step to productivity? Is mindfulness required? If we…

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Pine Grove Trail

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I was so sad this morning when I visited P18 otherwise known as PIne Grove Trail. You can see the destruction of this beautiful location .. it is completely torn up. My husband and I walked the dogs there years ago.. it was such a beautiful serene area. The story I wrote about the woodland creatures was set in this location. Seeing the devastation was heart wrenching.

Times like this brings home.. nothing is forever. Forever is now.. in that moment. The trees were like cathedral walls, their canopy was magical. Now as you can see, what was, is no longer. When the crews finally do get in to start clearing away the fallen trees, the landscape will be forever changed.

Much like my world without someone I thought would be in my life “forever”.. was called away into his own “forever” – life IS. only we (me, myself and…

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#TenderTuesday . . . Be the person who breaks the cycle.

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    “Be the person who breaks the cycle. If you were judged, choose understanding. If you were rejected, choose acceptance. If you were shamed, choose compassion. Be the person you needed when you were hurting, not the person who hurt you. Vow to be better than what broke you – to heal instead of becoming bitter so you can act from your heart, not your pain.”

    –Lori Deschene

    ‘Ethereal Dreams’ by Cliff Nielsen.

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            Life, Death, Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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            Photo: one of many trails I walk in the Beelu Forest, Mundaring.

            “Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.” Elizabeth Lawrence

            Life, Death, Life
            
            Did you notice the first leaf fading,
            did you feel its dry, necrous, flesh,
            and did you see it fall so gently to
            the warm bosom of the earth
            who drew it tenderly into herself,
            knowing that their embrace would
            bring life in a mysterious unfolding.
            
            
            Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
            All Rights Reserved ®️

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            Silent Truths

            Source of Inspiration

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            Let’s put aside words
            do not use them any more
            surely we’ve said enough by now
            those deceivers I do not trust

            Sit with me in silence
            letting our hearts speak
            silent truths
            for surely words limit ideas
            confuse hearts
            lie in wait
            for opportunities to trap

            Let us sit in silence then
            soul linked to soul
            silence is the language of love
            that place where explanation
            is no longer needed

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            Healing

            The Lightening bug

            There’s something in the day that intoxicates me. Enchanted in the forest of life and living, I make my own path, only to get lost in the end. What’s more beautiful? Journey? Destination? Never mind! Both are as complicated as my mind. Destruction is a form of healing and pain, the reflection of feelings. Living, losing, I move on but for how long? I don’t know!

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            The Different Colours Of Our Nation:- UNITY IN DIVERSITY

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            The word” our ability to reach unity in diversity will be the beauty land the test of our civilization-

            Unity in diversity clears the meaning of the word oneness in the varieties. India is the best country proving the concept for many years .India is a best country where it is clear to see unity in diversities because people of many religions,race, culture and traditions live together . As when Unity in diversity word was established it came with seeing each other’s magnitude and bond.

            Unity in diversity was given by Jawaharlal Nehru. As we all know that India is a country of unity in diversity. There are different cultures,traditions that we follow. If we give a look to past history of our nation after the partition of Bengal many changes took place. All the people and their cultural features blended so inseparably that they can be recognised in their…

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            Rinzai 176

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            Obaku came into the kitchen and asked the cook what he was doing. The cook said, “I am sorting out the rice for the community of monks.” Obaku said, “How much do they eat a day?” The cook answered, “Two and a half stone.” Obaku asked, “Isn’t that rather a lot?” The cook replied, “I rather fear it is too little.” Obaku hit him. The cook reported this to Rinzai. The master said, “I will go and test that old fellow Obaku for you.”

            Commentary:

            When Obaku asked the cook what he was doing, he didn’t mean to ask what he was doing, but he, revealing the true-Self, checked whether the cook could discern the true-Self or not. He asked the cook if he knew whether the essence of his being that was sorting the rice is the true-Self, Emptiness. In the realm of Emptiness there is no rice and…

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