One of the greatest challenge is accepting you created everything in your life, including your current adversities and troubles. Difficult to swallow if you’re facing much chaos and frustrations. However, when you have the awareness you created everything, you can begin to consciously direct the unfolding of your life and destiny. When you believe you’re the creator, you know the power remains in your hands. When you don’t accept you’re the creator, the power remains in the storm. Declare I created this adversity, then declare everything is working out together for my good. This is how we shift the current in our favor, and have control over the storm. This is how we declare, persist and receive our victory. Danny G.
Calling It Into Being
What shall I name you, pain, fear or dread? Or shall I name you joy, triumph and victory? The moment I name it, I bring the very essence of it to life. The moment I declare my victory, faith manifests and I thrive. Therefore, I choose joy, and a relentless faith, to bring about its essence and best outcome out of life. I know it’s the only means to victory, and I know it’s the path of least resistance, to freedom and outstanding peace. Danny G.
A Persistent Faith
Don’t remain stagnant your entire life, since all opportunities need risks and a persistent faith. When you declare your faith, and persistently march towards your destiny, God shows up and moves mountains, that seemed insurmountable from the start. Danny G.
Breaking the Barriers
Standing before the steadfast wall,
Uncertain of what path may be,
I declare my wants
As if it’s my destiny.
Only then I can shatter the wall,
When I seek within
And shout aloud,
Faith conquers anything,
From where ever calls.
Only then I can be,
And conquer mountains in front of me,
Letting the tide sweep me away,
As I break the barriers in front of me.
Seeing Past the Misty Fog (Poem)
As I pull through in the misty fog,
Everywhere is blurry
But the forefront.
I put my backpack on my back,
I open it,
Let the trash drop.
One by one
The trash drops,
As I steadily gaze at the forefront,
Fully immersed on this present moment,
To bring me all I love and need,
Fully immersed on this present moment,
To unfold my path and destiny.
Choices From Our Soul (Poem)
Is there a right or wrong?
Or are there simply better choices,
That agree with our soul?
The minute we think, we got it right,
We stumble again, on unknown path.
Because life is expansion,
From the divine,
As we make up the rules,
And stand by its side.
Nothing is static,
A constant motion,
We’re simply moulding,
Life again.
Do we love this life,
Or do we dread the unknown?
Or fear the mountains,
That stand tall,
And never cease to be,
Its terrifying piece.
When we stop and reflect,
We realize there’s no right or wrong,
Simply choices, that guide us back home.
As we stumble, upon the answer,
We realize we were never wrong.
Simple journey,
Simple learning,
Or remembering what we knew,
So we can take this insight,
Into our newfound life,
And shout out loud, to the divine.
Saying we’re born again,
Let’s dream out loud,
In this illusionary world,
Where we think out loud,
And write the script.
Letting Go (Poem)
As before I was searching for meaning,
Through others and approval.
I can’t fathom the belittling,
Through friends,
And peers.
The teacher who would be constantly
On my case.
About not listening,
And being spaced out,
All day.
Too serious and in my head.
As he made comments,
And mockery,
Without end.
I hated school,
Got mostly Cs,
Just to say I was passing.
Too busy in my own world,
Of music, horse-play,
And band gigs.
Although the words still ring,
Loudly in my ears,
About being stupid and socially weird,
And busy in my own world,
Of depression and fear of my own.
As I contemplate,
The journey and the steep hill,
My resurrection from the pit,
Of disguise and depression,
My self-made misery
Of despair.
Though others simply mirrored back
What I felt.
As I reflect,
On the mountain,
And the dangers,
Of the storm.
It all shaped who I am,
As I molded the clay,
Revived myself from the pit,
Sought myself,
And the divine,
And let go of the past.
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.
For Every Journey There Are Obstacles (Poem)
Out of depression and sadness,
Came a desire for peace and happiness.
Out of sickness came a desire for wellness.
Out of judgment came a desire for respect.
Out of challenges and adversities,
Came a desire for victory.
Out of all these obstacles, desires were born,
And without desire, there’s nothing to reach.
And without adversities,
There is no triumph.
And without it all,
There is no journey.
Disguise and Creation (Poem)
Your eyes are glimmering astray,
Your smile is faintly portrayed.
Perhaps you don’t realize,
The glim in your eye,
Because you’re so preoccupied,
On your illusionary world inside.
Whenever you enter into the world,
You play aloof and you act like a troop.
You never deal with the hidden,
Mistaken belief and truth.
Past is dead and gone,
No need to recollect all the wrongs.
Everyone has a history,
No need to recollect all the falls.
Identity is of your choosing,
Not from another who doesn’t know you.
Perception can always change,
When you look up and acknowledge today.
Allow the world to change you,
But don’t allow it to break you.
Get out of your head and relate to,
Contrast and appeal.
The paintbrush is in your hand,
To paint colourfully on the mountain,
And to catapult you to daylight.
Contrasting experience and appearance,
Humanity stirs within you a dream,
And molds within you your leap.
Outside your comfort and frailty,
Where reality constantly changes,
In a world of contrast and breakthrough,
Of unfulfilled dreams and awakening.
Let the stream guide your awakening,
Flow downstream, and not upstream.
Don’t allow the past to break you,
Too much weight in your carry-on,
Results in unsteadiness and wavering.
Live in the present, not resentment.
Create your calling and respect.
Power within always resides,
In the God up above, by your side.