From Little Acorns

 

It is said that mighty oaks from little acorns grow

And this is a truism which we should not forget

For it is the little things in life which are important

Failure to do these things will fill us with regret

 

Our life can be enhanced by little things we do

For little things in our life can exert influence

Our life’s edifice is being built brick by brick

Small streams swell mighty rivers at their confluence

 

A small kindness can bring happiness to others

Many small kindnesses will establish our reputation

Attention to detail in every action of our lives

Will ensure we earn other peoples acclamation

 

We should remember that regardless of the task we undertake

To ensure that our actions accord with the grand design

That every brick in our life’s edifice is laid according to the plan

This will ensure that everything turns out fine

 

Some folk believe that the little things can be ignored

But careful thought shows that this is not so

Remember it is the little things in life which are important

And that mighty oaks from acorns will always grow

Ron Martin

Open your Eyes By Malcolm Bradshaw

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Sunrise. – Promote Yourself

As the sun rose above the tree tops ‘ a slither of light shining down like a beam though the leaves’ I thought to myself  that’s the most beautiful sunrise I ever seen.
I open the curtains and walk through the door onto the balcony’ to see this wonderious colours of the early morning sunrise.
With coffee in my hand ‘ I sit quietly to enjoy this glorious morning.
I look back over to my lake’ as its to the bottom of my balcony’ to see the waters glissering in the early morning sun.
As I turn walk back in ‘ I hear a tiny noise ‘ I walk back over to the balcony I see tiny little animals drinking from my lake’ there’s nothing more perfect than that’ nature at its best.
The world around us is fast and loud ‘ seeing all this just makes you feel proud.

Patricia bourne WordPress 2014.

CITY MORN – Promote Yourself

 Sunlight filtering through elevated

   roadways,

Dawn, finding its way through twilight

As the sleeping city greets another

   day;

Delicate steel webs vaulting gray

  rivers,

Ribbons of concrete conveying

  sleepy-eyed travelers,

The hush of night giving way to

   din of traffic;

Morning-sky reds lost to haze,

Another day begins.

Walt Trizna

https://walttriznastories.wordpress.com/

Breathe In and Breathe Out – Promote Yourself

 

Feel the calmness descend around you.

 

Breathe in and breathe out.

Feel the worries leave you.

 

Breathe in and breathe out

You are the vehicle of love. 

You are the solution. 

You are the healer. 

Step up to the task. 

Believe in yourself and love.

 

Breathe in and breathe out. 

Breathe in and breathe out. 

Breathe in and breathe out.

 

Feel the connection begin to grow in strength

Between you and the All.

 

__________________________

Celine Koropchak

USA

Retired medical researcher, blueberry farmer and author of One With All of Thee: Growing Your Spiritual Connection

BLISSFUL TORMENT. – Promote Yourself

Sweet brown skin, the colour of chocolate,

And I was drowning in the sweetness.
Scouring eyes that painfully unveiled my naked soul,
And I was too lost in their intensity to notice the hurt.
Bright smile, charmingly deceptive.
I swear to you, it tactfully obscured jagged teeth that tore my heart to pieces.
Soft hands like mother’s heart,
I let my own be engulfed by their delicate touch,
But they grew claws that shredded all my dreams.

You set fire to my bones,
And I revelled in this calamity.
You poisoned my blood with delicious promises,
And all I could do was intoxicate myself to the point of destruction.
One touch and the tough shell encasing my soul shattered
And every time I attempted to pick up the pieces,
I cut myself on all the jagged shards.
You unlocked a vulnerability I never thought I possessed.
You broke and bruised me.
And I attempted to heal and conceal.
You unfastened and I confined.

We were at war and your weaponry was far superior to mine.
So I surrendered and you devoured on my flesh.
This wasn’t love
This was sweet chaos.
The kind that kept me breathlessly infatuated,
And left me fiercely traumatized.
It was the type of chaos
That left my soul satisfied but at the same time desperately hungry for more.

• Hajir M

Olde Faithful (healing)-promote yourself

 

Geysers erupt at the most unexpected times in our lives

I experienced such an occurrence this morning

And it had never really dawned on me the significance of these events

These turning points

These directives so subtly hidden within

I was letting my dogs out this morning pre-dawn

They walked off into the distance, dissipated into almost ghost-like silhouettes

Before vanishing into the early morning mist

And it triggered a flood of memories…

Past experiences I didn’t think were any longer relevant

But there they were vivid and unfolding

Puzzle pieces were suddenly forced to the fore of consciousness

And even after the initial spontaneous eruption subsided

Continued to spume

And cover more and more of this mental canvas

Couldn’t see a connection at first

It all seemed very confusing, disorienting and random

I experienced a lightness and dizzying loss of equilibrium though seated

But suddenly…

It all made perfect sense

As if a construction project

And every material and tools required were given all at once

before the instructions

then a clear picture of the completed project was revealed

and I moved…

one thought into place

followed by another

then another…

forming a verse

in possession of the means

the tools

the materials

the only thing required was made obvious

ASSEMBLY

• anthony gomez