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What a wonderful idea!

I just read this the other day and it really hit home, so I am sharing it here with you! ?

People aren't homes


why did no one

ever teach you

that you cannot

turn people

into homes?

People are rivers,

ever changing,

ever flowing.

They will disappear with

everything you put

inside them.


your home does 

have a heartbeat.

But it isn't one

locked in

anyone else's 



look inside

your own.


by Nikita Gill

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Wisdom - an Ode 1f642.png:-)

Wisdom does not teach you
Through volumes of paper books
Indoctrination limiting
To where we all should look

And rather than the pages
Written by who knows who
Wisdom gives perspective
From a more human view

Those who share are indeed blessed
It's part of the exchange
Wise words often compel us
To find strength from inner change

Cause gaining wisdom dearest friends
And helping others grow
Starts by simply understanding
That there's some thing's we don't know

2764.png<3 Sany

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Pets -  an ode ☺
Have you ever had your pet
Look at you as a judge
Staring at you strangely 
With a bit of a grudge
Or maybe they can notice
A habit so sublime
Observing your behavior
Repeated over time
An energy that they detect
When we get into our moods
Reacting out of loyalty
To our changing attitudes
Well dear friends your not far off
There's something to be said
Notice it the next time
They sense some love instead
❤ Sany
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We hurry through the so-called boring things
in order to attend to that which we deem
more important, interesting.
Perhaps the final freedom will be a recognition that
everything in every moment is "essential"
and that nothing at all is "important.

By Helen M. Luke

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The Addict - an ode ?

Have you ever know an addict
Living with their truth
Battling self convictions
Ever since their youth
Well dear friends show some respect
The addict lives inside
And those amongst brave enough
Rarely try and hide
The form in which it gives us
The pleasure that we need
This functional dysfunction
That we all seem to breed
Cause when we live with what's inside
And you wear it on your sleeve
Make no mistake about it
The truth shall set you free
❤ Sany
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Until we're out of. Time - An Ode ☺

An unfathomable deity
Created us from dust
For no apparent reason
But to learn and blindly trust

Or maybe evolution
Became this human group
A billion years in making
From nothing more than soup

Well dear friends it matters not
Which perspective you subscribe
We are indeed all sentient
With a spirit as our guide

Cause it's not about where we're from
It's our purpose we must find
Sharing all our blessings
Until we're out of time

❤  Sany

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The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

By Mary Oliver from New and Selected Poems, 1992

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Pieces - an ode ?

I often shed the pieces

Of my awkward life

Thankful for my mother

My father and his strife


Combined they both have given me

The sum of both of them

Shedding their own pieces

Becoming my own skin


And as generations before them

The pieces often fell 

Scattering wherewithal

Living life in hell


give you all that I am

Sharing what I lack

Allowing you to fill yourself 

No longer looking back


Cause the pieces that you take from me

The reason that I live

 Are the strength and love and fortitude

 That one day you shall give


❤️ Sany


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What's in a name - an ode ☺

Ever wonder who you are

Where you're going and why

The answer is seldom obvious

As our lives just fly right by.


Parents browse the books

Awaiting for you to arrive

Choosing just the perfect name

But what we don't realize


Is that our names are already chosen

Impressed on us from above

It seems to make perfect sense

Cause we choose them out of love.


And when we make our choices

Driven from the heart

It always works out much better

Than trying to be apart...


From the source the spirit God or nature

Whichever you prefer

It's the voice that lives within the voice

Felt but rarely heard.


From our past we have become

Exactly who we are

All the things that will happen

Or that have happened to us so far


Are tiny indications

That there is something to be said

About one's name and the power of love...

God Bless Us… Sany Aabed ❤

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The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
by Wendell Berry
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"Let everything happen to you

Beauty and terror

Just keep going

No feeling is final"

— Rainer Maria Rilke
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Great Spirit, I am Mother.

I was made by you so that the image 

of your love could be brought into existence.

May I always carry with me

the sacredness of this honour.

Creator, I am Daughter.

I am the learner of the traditions.

May I carry them forward

so that the Elders and Ancestors

will be remembered for all time.

Maker-of-all-things, I am Sister.

Through me, may my brothers be shown

the manner in which I am to be respected.

May I join with my sisters in strength

and power as a healing shield 

So that they will no longer bear the stain of abuse.

Niskam, I am committed Partner:

One who shares her spirit,

but is wise to remember never to give it away,

lest it become lost, 

And the two become less than one.

I am woman.

Hear me.


- Native American Chant


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