life

Creator

The Creator, in wisdom, closes some eyes,
Not to deny them, but let them rise
To hands and hearts that shape the earth,
Giving dreams of stone and steel their birth.

For spirit’s call is a lofty weight,
But some must walk a worldly fate,
So temples and towers might reach the sky,
And fields of green and cities lie.

Thus, hidden from mysteries deep and wide,
They build the world where spirits reside.

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Love lamp

Love is the breath through every hour,
A shifting bloom, a gentle power.
Love of sleep, of rest, of art,
Love’s soft whisper fills the heart.

Wrapped in beauty, deep and true,
Each moment, Love finds something new.
In every feeling, soft or bold,
We’re cradled by Love’s endless hold.

Call it this, or call it that,
In every soul, Love finds its path.
Neither young nor ever old,
Love’s embrace—a timeless hold.
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Question

When a patient seeks a healer’s care,
With words, his pains he must lay bare.
For only then can wisdom see,
The path to mend, to set pain free.

A silent plea cannot reveal,
The wounds that time may yet not heal.
So, too, a student must express,
Their doubts, their fears, to find success.

For in the sharing, truth takes flight,
Guiding hearts from dark to light.