Even Butterflies Bleed

The folded winged butterfly

Shook and struggled

On her way out of her cocoon!

Dark were the nights

She remained waiting

For the dawn of her release

Shrouded with fragile layer

Of hope, but she hold on

to it with an iron zeal. It’s life

or death. Emerging triumphantly

Spreading magnificent wings

Towards her new being, changed

grown stronger, the newly born

Butterfly began to fly. Down where

She was writing her new beginning,

I saw drops of blood. I looked up

And understood. Even butterflies

Bleed towards a better, magnificent

New beginnings! Why don’t we?!

The Mountain

View at snow capped mountains on a cloudy winter day. Time lapse.

As I was approaching

The highland, where the

Road to the Mountain

Starts; I saw the snow capped

Top first. The Mountain stood

There facing the blows of

The wind carving scars on

His face, and he seemed

patiently bearing the

Heavy burden of the

Falling snow over his

Head. I saw the erusion

That this burden made

On every crevice of

The rocks.

Yet, our Mountain stood

Tall and strong. Perhaps

For the deeply rooted

Faith, that the wind

Will evantually soften,

And the snow will

Melt by time.

©gainperspectiveblog12/1/2021

Where do broken hearts go at night?

When the day buzz dims

Under the heavy blanket of the night,

And the silence reigns over the dark,

The broken hearts awake to nurse

The pains and the aches they masked

During the day.

Motherless children moan,

Widows and widowers groan,

Mothers and fathers hearts ache

Over troublesome kids.

Hearts who lost loved ones,

Hearts who suffer from someone,

Hearts who lost the dreams,

And hearts who yearn for

This which they cannot attain;

Their pain is unbearable.

It’s loud and deep and real.

Pain so real it breaks even

The strongest of hearts.

Broken hearts go down the alleys

Of their memory lane.

Memories of old, and recent

Ones too. Some are solace,

Some are torture to go through.

Only those broken hearts

Who come back and soar

Upward, towards the heaven,

Are saved. Those who kindle

The hope and prayers, start

To heal. Little by little, with

Every morning new, those broken

Hearts mend.

©gainperspectiveblog11/18/2021

Then Hope Took Roots©

Under a rocky soil

A stubborn flower

Grew. Aiming for

The sun above,

It raised its head

And stood tall,

And looked strong.

Somewhere deep

underneath the surface,

There in the dark,

Hope was born.

Hope took roots

And lived to tell

A tale of triumph.

©gainperspectiveblog@wordpress.com7/7/2021

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Critical Thinking, Hope, Inspiration, Poetry, Positive Thinking, Writing

The Golden Shore!

Beyond the horizon

Of a calm azure sea,

I have sailed through

Many storms, here

I am! I rest at the

Golden shore.

Just like the albatross ,

Riding the winds

Searching, learning,

Growing gradually

Accustomed to the

Turbulence of the

Forever tumbling

Gale. I have reached

The Golden Shore.

Fighting Titans, as I was

Sailing with heavy burdens

like Atlas of long

Before.

I have accepted my role,

Fulfilled my chores, and

Grew and learned and

Befriended the wind, the oceans,

And the waves.

I was awake in my dreams,

I was present in my wake,

And I submitted to my fate

With grace and wisdom.

I saw Medusa through

True mirrors and realized

That its beauty is fake.

I counted stars while

I stood upon the ground

Firm and strong.

I am not Icarus, I understood,

I learned not to

Trust falsehood.

I kept my head straight,

Fish rot from the head

Down, they said. I learned.

Through storms, and alluring

Brass beaches, I fought,

Like a true warrior inviolable.

Like Tarik, who burned all

His ships upon reaching

The Golden Shore.

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Shards of Glass Memories

Moments of loss,

Of pain, beyond

Our capacity of

Comprehension, beyond

Our ability to

Understand of

How to deal with them,

Yet we cannot forget.

Instead, we bury

Them deep inside

The deepest layer

Of our being. By time,

We cover these painful

Memories with layers

Upon layers of happenings

In our lives. Nevertheless,

These memories keep hurting

And hurting from deep within. like

shared glass cutting through our skin.

Bleeding deep inside.

THE TREE & THE SEA©

On a hill, there is a tree

Extending its boughs towards the sea

Yearning for what she cannot reach.

I heard it moaning with

The wind shaking with grieve.

Turning upward away from the soil,

Away from the roots that has been

Her shelter for years.

And the sea? The sea never heard

Her moaning, never heard of her grieve.

The agony sculpted her tortured

Figure as she stands

Oblivious to her friends,

The caring sun and the loving rain-

Gently sustaining her with care,

Attentively showering her with love.

©Gainperspectiveblog1/4/2017

My Orange Tree!©

Souls, like plants, are revived by the sunlight and care. I was feeling sick today and under the weather. I thought of just calling off going to teach on Monday until I feel better. Then I looked down from my bedroom window to my garden and saw these magnificent oranges and tangerines alluring me to just pick them up.

I thought of my students on Monday and how lovely it would be to share some of these fresh citrus blessings with them. Suddenly I had this surge of energy and pulled myself out of bed and went down to the garden with a big bag to pick some fruits.

Instantly the fresh citrus scent revived my soul and rejuvenated my energy. I felt much better instantly. And then I peeled an orange and took a bite, heaven!

I thought how in the acts of giving that my orange tree had showed me-with it’s extended boughs laden with the gift of fruits to pick, enjoy, and share- now my aching limbs and tired heart had been energized and healed. There is nothing like the act of giving and sharing to uplift the soul. Don’t you all agree?

P.S. Those pictures I just took are as fresh as the fruits they show. Beautiful California citrus…yummy!

Delusion©

The years went by

And my heart was turned away

From feeling the sun rays

And hearing the birds in the sky.

More years gone by and my heart

Was still numb.

It was yet bumping, beating, and

Making me alive but not living.

The only thing I can feel is the pain.

The only memory I have of him

Is of a phantom in my dream

Visiting me one last time

before he was gone.

What was reality is now no more.

Illusion, a trap, don’t be fooled

By the delusion of this life.

Soon I will be gone too.

The road was winding

Curves and Bushes

Playing hide and seek

With the seashore.

I heard the ocean’s call

Alluring me to sit and talk,

As I used to talk with him

Every time we meet.

The Ocean and I have always

been close friends. Something

About the sea makes you want

To pour your soul out knowing

It will go deep and safe, and he

Listens clear.

I parked the car away at the nearby

Street. Climbing the hill to the

Shore. The hill was steep,

I looked around, and looked down

To the slippery sand beneath my feet.

The path laid in front of me

Was a maze of Bushes and sand dunes.

I reached a fork in the road. Paths and

Trails right and left. I was lost.

I still can hear the calls of the sea,

But where is he?

Something about the sea, makes you trust him.

As old friends, he greets me

With wide open heart and

Generous giving spirit, he

Greets me with waves of

Cheers and laughter of

The gulls…even when he

Is angry or grim. “Welcome back,

You are home, you are here.” He always said.

I was near, but not there yet.

At the twilight time when

Not many were on the trails.

I got up and stood there and

Contemplated at life choices.

How many trails we got to choose,

And how many got us lost.

Only then I heard others approaching,

Laughing and calling on each other. Giggling

Trying to find each others through the maze.

Trying to reach the sea…like me. I heard a girl

Calling. “I found the sea!” “I found the sea!”

She said: “Go towards the light.”!

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