Pearls on The Cheeks

Pearls sliding down
The slope of this face
End in a clear lake
Reflecting a tiny shadow
Of my singing heart

About this journey
About the weak
About the unprotected
About the underprivileged
About those
Who are turned to a line of batteries
To charge a machine
Called
Greed.

Wet my cheeks,
Flood my heart,
Keep me clear
So I can see what is.

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choosing to spread smiles and to silently recite unchained melody of peace and love to those πŸ’• the least I can do

my praying heart goes to those civilians especially those underprivileged, weak, unprotected, betrayed anywhere they are on Mother Earth

May all beings be happy. Free from suffering.

πŸ™πŸΌ

(picture from Pinterest)

Strong Weakness

Weakness, Beloved
A bamboo bent by the wind,
No crack found. Intactβ€”

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They call it weak, bamboo just sways beautifully. They call it havoc, bamboo just jerks along the storm rigorously.

Bamboo stays strong with its hollow and light life.

Salaam. πŸ’ž

bamboo blowing in the wind from davidlondonmd.com