The Teacher

The teacher always presents himself at the ideal time for your ultimate best. He pushes you into uncharted territory to smooth out the rough edges. With always your best interest at heart, if you simply listen, and not push against, he will reveal to you, your true self, from your own lenses. Danny G.

Harmoniously With the Divine (Poem)

The more I separated from the divine,

I was clouded by the misty wall.

The misty wall was all I could see,

Without your lenses through the deep.

The more I pursue despite the lies,

I can see you and me harmoniously. 

As long as you’re here with me,

There’s nothing and nowhere I cannot be.

And as long as you’re here with me,

I can just be,

Conquer mountains

In front of me.

Devotion in the Wrong Place

Some gain the world, but they lose themselves in the process. For what good is it to gain the world, but not acknowledge his true self? And what good is it to live a life of luxury, and wear the most expensive garments, but not know anything about his true identity? Danny G.

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Needy for Love (Poem)

Stacey was a kind-hearted soul,

Wanting to make her mark in the world.

Happy and seemingly carefree,

Perky and everyone adored her.

Though she was upbeat at first, 

She craved attention 

And affection,

So much that it became her only obsession. 

Her dad was a drunk,

Would get home from work, 

Drink all night long.

Though she loved her dad, 

As he was fighting his demons inside,

She knew there was much more to his disguise. 

The more she craved his attention, 

She felt empty inside.

She had this obsession, 

For a man to love her 

And guide her path.

She became needy for love,

Outside love became her only obsession 

And joy.

She could not stop this obsession, 

Until one day, she looked in the mirror

With a dismayed expression on her face,

And told herself, 

Love is from within,

And knew, her life was forever changed.

Future Changes With Perspective (Poem)

I look at you, from a distance saying,

How will you unfold from this distant smile?

Will you live in the moment, as the Buddhists do? 

Will you embrace the moment, 

Be you, and chase your dreams? 

Will you press pause, 

Stand still, despite the pain? 

The moment I choose, 

The future changes,

And the moment I choose, 

From a state 

Of grace, 

The future changes. 

The moment I choose, 

From this space 

Of enlightenment,

The future changes.

Press pause, stand still,

And just be.

From this state of grace,

Everything changes,

From this space of enlightenment, 

Everything changes,

For me, you,

And the ultimate expansion 

Of humanity.

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.

Despair Made Me Stronger (Poem)

My deepest moments of despair, 

Brought about my strength,

And perseverance and faith.

The moments I so wanted an escape, 

Were the moments I prayed and praised 

Despite the heartache.

The moments of despair   

Reconciled me into appreciation.

It’s what pushed me to be grateful, 

Despite the trash in my back pack.

This persistent wave of despair and depression, 

Would knock me down 

Aggressively without warning. 

A constant cloud, 

That would follow me

Just waiting to be poured on. 

It’s my stiff upper lip, 

My determination, 

That pulled me through, 

Despite my carry-on loaded with scrap. 

Today I thank my despair, 

Because in the end

It made me stronger, 

Persistent, 

And aggressively bold,

To not give in 

Until my promise is fulfilled, 

And I’m still standing, 

Like a palm tree,

That bends, but never falls.

 

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.

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.

 

Seasons Changing (Poem)

Every season,

Brings its own mission, 

To pursue 

An unending trail,

With mountains, 

And fields, 

And open space.

Weaving and turning,

As we find our compass  

To carve the way.

Pushing through uncertainties,

And doubts,

As we feel our fears 

And declare our wants,

And don’t give in.

We take our pen, 

And write the story, 

With a white canvas, 

And a happy ending.

Some enter, 

Some leave,

Some leave a tattoo, 

Imprints their name. 

As we simply accept, 

Seasons changing,  

But true friends 

Always remain.