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My Poem “Sustaining Truth”
Every holiday celebrated around the world means different things to different people... everyone has an affinity for some celebrations more than most... Easter, for example, is a time when people young and old get to share gifts of all sorts - from chocolate eggs to traditions that for generations have been passed down and practised because their message has always been so meaningful... the message of Easter, to me, is that salvation can be found by those who sometimes feel lost. Every season has symbols that embolize them... every morning and evening shares a vision of light that is heavens sent... every now and again we are all asked to do without something in order to understand its essense - like at the time of Lent. Every faith rose and was inspired and influenced by all others since our ancestors began to worship and give names to the constellations of the stars of the night sky... every way to live on Earth has its own lessons and its followers have their own trials to go through... everything that happens in life must be accepted and sometimes weathered - just like a boat must ride the infinite number of ocean waves that are like ripples in the fabric of time... every holiday has a reason to be embraced, because humanity has always relied upon the continued stories, the ongoing mysteries, and the significant figureheads that are at the core of their sustaining truth.
My Poem “Carnival”
A celebration of life... a rainbow of colour... an explosion of light... a parade of wonder... a celebration of individuality, as well as a way to show that we are all one, the same, together... an experience that seems dream-like when you are in the middle of it... a gathering of people, unlike any other... an atmosphere of energy that creates something that feels special, which can reinvigorate any and every spirit... a feeling that influences the way that people think, speak, see, hear, and act... a power and a natural magic that is wonderful and unfathomable... a way of being that people crave and wish would always last... a festival of love, unity, as well as so much more of what makes the world and existence on this planet worth living for - that is the heart and the soul of a carnival.
My Poem “Vamos!”
There is really no time like the present... the past anchors us but can sometimes seem closer or farther away than it appears... nothing and no one stays the same for long - explosions of energy and light burn brightly and then return to where they came from, but can be captured for all eternity through the appeture of a camera lens... the future is a constantly unveiling tapestry that can only be quantified when it is divided into seconds, minutes, hours, weeks, months, and years. The speed of light is fast - but, even in space, there are limits... the sound of someone's voice can continue to be heard long after they have passed... there are times when we have to sacrifice moments spent with people, because sometimes the time we are given isn't enough to fit everything that we need to do in... whether it is the footprints on The Moon, or the tiretracks on the surface of Mars, every one and everything leaves impressions - and some things endure not just because they exist within a vacuum, but because they are an example of why some things are innately meant to last. We leave so much behind... we all wish that we could revist some of the highlights from our life and speak to some of the people who we have lost... we all dream of things and people that seem to come out of nowhere - but when it comes to our connection with all things, everywhere, there is no such thing as the passage of time... when we realise that our time is short in comparison to most things in the universe, we all come to the conclusion that we need to do what we can, where we can, when we can - because, if we do not, then there may come a day when we awaken, wonder, and wish that when we were given the chance to do something extraordinary we had - because so many great leaps into the unknown started with someone saying: "Let's go!"
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