The Truth

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Your past is dark – like a flower at midnight.

But the moon will shine.

And at the height

Of the darkness: you’ll find a lifeline.

The truth is all things come to an end.

Even good things, even hard things,

Even the old and the trend.

Yes, the truth is, your heartstrings

Will be pulled: but never torn.

Like a forest in the middle of spring,

Something beautiful will be born.

The darkness will flee when you bring

The truth.

Because the truth is: a flower at midnight

Casts a shadow.

And that shadow cannot exist without a light.

Daily Tip: Day 20: Living on Sunshine

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Daily Tip: If you want to feel like you’re living on sunshine – then laugh often, forgive often, trust often, experience life often.

Yeah, pretty common stuff right?  But the common things are what make up life.  Sure – you can have the extraordinary but life is an ordinary thing.  So fill it with more of the same: with laughter, forgiveness, trust and experience.

I had the privilege to go to a conference over the weekend and I learned so much – life is not about us it’s about others.  It’s about the small things and finding miracles in every day things.  So from now on: no more living in the night for me.  I’m all about the Sunshine.  Try it… and you’ll find that with the Sunshine all shadows, grief, heaviness, pain, sorrow, longing and darkness leave you.  Just laugh, forgive, trust and experience: it’ll change your life.

It’s a big world so never lose sight of the ordinary things: because those things make all the difference.

Poetry

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They told me I would write a poem every day.

After all, it’s what poets do.  Isn’t it?

Yes, well: come what may

My corner of the library will never be well lit.

I cannot see to write anything.

My ink blots all over the page.

Poetry: it’s for the learned and the aristocracy,

Not for the poor and young in age.

Yet, they asked me to write a few lines.

So I am writing them.

But this is all too fine

For me to really see.  It’s dark, and this is on a whim.

But they told me to write a poem every day.

After all, it’s what poets do.