A little more thought

Ever found yourself doing things you would never do, should never do or never thought you would do? And you find yourself asking;Why did I do that?

Be it a mistake or the right thing to do? Was it your innermost wish to do so or simply an impulse which may have been misplaced? Putting some thought back to it, would you have done it had you given it some thought?

Sometimes, a little less action and a lot more thought may give life more meaning.

I've learned that it's a lot easier to react than it is to think - Ronald K. Pendleton

Nature

Oh soft flowing breeze caressing my skin

How kindly you bring the sweetness of spring

Upon the wings of a buttefly

Rippling upon leaves of trees up high

Quaint be your gift so fair

The tingling you leave as you run through my hair


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Oh great ball of fury up in the sky

Your beams of warmth does lighten up the land

Joy you bring in your golden rays

Calling the children out to play

Blessed be you wo brings the plants to grow

The sun who shines and paints the world gold


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Oh earthen ground upon whom I stand

Your strength and calm presence does soothe me

Your cold yet motherly touch that is always there

Quiet and uncomplaining, resilient and unyielding

Lessons do you teach with the silence you bring

At home is how you always make me feel


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And to the rolling seas spread far and wide

Your heavenly calm and serenity is always a welcome sight

Surround us you do in every sight

Providing abundance as none else might

Yonder waves that sing upon the sand

A soft melodious tune few men could comprehend


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Wind
Fire
Earth
Water


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All exist in harmony

And peace can be found

But when that harmony is broken

Disasters abound


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Growing up

Innocence

A cover

To history untold

Waiting to unfold



That was a child



Chaos

Broken self-control

A tale finally begun

One chapter of laughter and fun



Days

Flying like the wind

Ceaseless trail of images

None too important to the child



Pages run through with little meaning

No words were needed

Little story called for

A mere platora of meaningless colors



When childhood fades

And experience grows

meaning is given

And teenhood comes



A calling to mature

What am I?

I have my stories

But I tell them to no one

I have my views

But they are seen by none

What they see

Is but a refraction of me

What am I?

:A diamond:

Garuda

upon the back of the king of the birds

ride does the light of the consuming sun

Brought down from the wisdom of an ancient sage

Filled with blood of royalty great



In body golden, upon wings aflame

Strength of the eagle in kindness unfurled

For a mother's sake much sacrifice is worth

Against the gods would he fight off



For his mother did the nagas hide

Within the gates of hellish plight

For freedom was traded an elixir divine

Wrenched from greatness in a single crime



Upon his journey was he approached

To be made by the king of the gods his coach

And thus was Garuda, King of the Birds

Made Lord Vishnu's great charge