When you acknowledge a person and you’re there for him when he hits rock bottom, that’s being genuine and compassionate. It’s easy to acknowledge and recognize a public figure or highly regarded individual. The people who need compassion and acceptance the most are the ones at their lowest point. Danny G.
I Forgive You Because (Poem)
I forgive you because,
Holding on to hurts of the past
Is being shackled to the ground
With no escape
But the sound of your voice belittling,
With your sarcastic remarks.
I forgive you because,
If I don’t,
I will sleep walk my whole life,
Never getting anywhere
But listening to your voice
Condescending and obstructive.
I forgive you because,
The one who holds on,
Never embraces the world
For all its beauty but imperfections
To discover ourselves anew.
I forgive you because,
It’s the only way to correlate,
And accept the world
Despite its imperfections
And treachery.
I forgive you because,
It’s for my own good,
And I forgive you,
To move on,
From the sabotaging pain,
Of holding on.
The Bully and the Victim of His Plot (Poem)
Bullying is a term, actualized by insecure people,
Trying to intimidate or ridicule,
Based on external appearance.
For if they were aware,
What matters above all,
They wouldn’t focus on petty things,
That doesn’t define who they are.
They hide beneath true feelings,
In an attempt,
To appear strong among the rest.
They need to belittle, to appear superior
Among the rest.
Always trying
To avoid,
Their frailty and disguise,
So they hide beneath insecurities, all day long.
So tell me the truth,
That bullies can’t conjure,
Whose the most insecure of them all?
The bully, the victim of his plot.
Focus On What Brings Joy
What happens when you focus on love, harmony, compassion, appreciation, and gratitude? Can you feel stressed or depressed when you’re focusing on what brings joy? What creates illness? Research has indicated that stress is the number one factor that creates illness. Therefore, the wise approach would be to focus on what brings joy, and you’ll be happier and healthier, mind, body and spirit. Danny G.
Seeking Peace and Unity (Poem)
We don’t understand the impact of our words.
Our actions spit out prejudice and malice
Among others,
Through nothing but ancestry and culture,
And skin on our bones.
Nation after nation,
We create our own competition,
Seeking one way to live,
One truth to accept,
Altering the meaning of prophesies into lies.
We don’t understand the impact of our words.
Our words spit out racism and slurs,
Not considering the lives
We affect,
Through prejudice and conflict and war.
We create havoc among each other,
Sleep walking and bashing each other,
To win some contest of better or not.
Let’s not forget our core,
Our reason for being,
To live peacefully
As brothers and sisters,
Let’s not contradict through lies.
True Meaning of Courage (Poem)
The most courageous of them all
Is the one
Who declares his faith,
Despite appearance
Contradicting his faith.
The one who perseveres,
Despite reality pushing him down.
He seeks compassion,
Despite the cruelty
Imprinted in the world.
The most courageous of them all,
Is the one who declares I can,
Despite inferiority sneaking up.
The one who never gave in,
Or forgot who he was
And where he came from.
The most courageous one, is the one
Who got up,
Despite the pile of brick on his back.
He remained steadfast,
Despite the world shaking him up.
He seeks enlightenment,
Despite the darkness in the world.
He’s the enlightened one,
Who speaks it into being,
Then watches the universe
Manifest it into being.
Always a victor,
And never underestimating
His own power.
An Angel Ignited my Path (Poem)
When the rock struck me sideways,
Lying face down,
Confused and afraid,
Couldn’t see the daylight.
Dazzled as to where to leap,
Or where to turn,
In my confused altered mind.
But you stood amongst it,
Never blamed,
Nor question,
My reason for being.
Falls, turns and detours
I sympathize the whys,
The reasons for my trial.
Drifting through the motions,
On autopilot senseless,
In utter despair.
You stood amongst it,
And saw potential,
When all I saw was judgment,
In my own eyes.
The future was pale,
My intentions scattered,
Through the wall,
With Uncertainties and doubts,
Filling my mind.
As I try to escape my thoughts,
Uncertain,
Of what path may be.
You never relinquished,
Or ceased to be,
Your very best to me.
Though the time has passed,
And those days didn’t last,
The push served me greatly,
The rest was history,
Of my own making.
And I’ll never forget,
When I’m old and wrinkly,
An angel from God,
Ignited my path,
And never ceased to be,
Her very best to me.
Praising Falun Gong (Sonnet)
Let’s sing a song of praise for Falun Gong,
In China, on the other side of the globe.
A practice of truthfulness and compassion,
A group who seeks peace and forbearance.
They are tortured, brainwashed and killed,
In a nation constantly under attack.
CCP coerces them to give in,
And subject them to acts of cruelty.
Though true to their beliefs,
They’ll even risk death and torture,
To proclaim freedom and peace.
How has the world become so corrupt?
Will it take another few million dead?
Or will we stop it before the next?
Seeing With Different Lenses
Some people won’t bother asking questions to understand someone, but if they would, perhaps this understanding would help them see the person and situation with different lenses. Maybe this understanding would allow them to see that everyone has a story, and a reason for who they are today. Maybe they would realize they were basing their observations on preconceived notions rather than facts. If they would simply reach out, their assumption may turn into understanding and compassion, not judging before knowing. Danny G.
A Simple Life Process (Poem)
Though we reunite on special days and occasions.
Laughing and catching up on old days.
Some born, some pass away,
To another world watching over us, every day.
Though we cannot fathom the very day,
Where one will part away,
To another world,
And leave our place.
It is this day and age,
We must accept,
The rules that were set,
When we entered this world.
Body dies but the soul remains.
And what remains is memories,
That we hold so deep,
Deep in our heart,
Deep in our soul,
As we rock our child,
And reminisce the joys,
A new treasure,
And the old one dies.
A simple life process of life and death,
Choices and love,
Intuition and failure,
They all lead back to the way,
The destiny and the journey,
Above all.
Though the process may seem difficult,
And hard to bear.
And in our mind we cannot find,
The logic, of loss and grief.
We’re all on a journey,
Of undiscovered potential.
Some simply forget,
Then leave this planet before.
Wasted energy,
As we fret the why’s.
And the so called memories,
That make us cry.
We don’t understand death,
We all return home,
On another journey,
In another world.
A part of us remains,
In this world with our loves.
And another in a dimension,
That never ends.
We’re all misfits in another sense,
Trying to make sense of this world,
Without end.
But as we are on the front lines,
Living our life,
Making the best,
Of the treachery and zeal.
Lessons are learned, and remembered,
In this chaotic world,
Of dread or fulfillment.
Perception is grappling, for our attention,
To win its previous,
Lying scheme.
But doesn’t win,
As we lay the grounds,
And choose the latter,
And not the dread.
The pen is in our hand,
In this undiscovered land,
Of hope, faith and love.
Of undiscovered potential we have,
A world of greed,
A world of generosity and deeds.
Though the choice is ours,
When we remain stagnant,
We wake up asleep, and forget the dream.
Though the choice is ours,
To our awakening,
Let’s choose life,
And wake up at eighty,
With dreams never shattered,
And lives never wasted.
Only fulfillment,
And love that stays.
Let’s not forget,
The reason for our arrival,
And the reason for our departure,
When we’re old and wrinkly,
And we shall say,
Let’s die in peace,
Our mission is fulfilled.