Hope and pray – unconditional love – beyond infinity

The sleepy-sloppy ones in the morning
The hurried ones before rushing to school
The tired ones on return in the afternoon
The unexpected ones melting my heart
The warm snuggles at bedtime
The tight ones
The forced ones
The perfunctory ones
The rolling eyes ones
The light as gossamer ones
The making up ones
The ‘love you’ ones
The days when doubts plague
Disenchantment lingers and heart’s fragile
My kids’ hugs make better those days
Simple pleasures that light up my life
Making everything seem so worthwhile.
He, who wants to see beyond everything
To grasp with the heart all that is spiritual
Searches for the “highest mountain”
Is not satisfied with anything less….
DidiArtist, 12.02.2022
Every evil deed
Needs an excuse
A pretext
A good reason
To justify it
Under the cloak
Of power, greed and control
Every good deed
Requires no alibi
No insidiousness
To be selfless…
DidiArtist, 13.02.2022
Every country has its pride
Of its own culture
Proud of its achievement
But our pride
Of being a human being
Should be higher
Then the pride of the country
Then we begin
To respect every human being
To appreciate and love
But first, we need to evolve
To become true human beings
To share humanity with each other…
DidiArtist, 13.02.2022
Who do you want to be
not what, but who
not what the world
expects you to be
but deep down inside
discover who you want to be
then start now building
this dream, one courageous
step at a time.
We don’t know
when to stop
belly full
we continue to eat.
Daily needs met
we keep accumulating
more, more, more
never content
we try to fill
the emptiness of the soul
with that which can
never satisfy
leaving us desperate
insatiable
until we consume
all possibility of serenity
leaving only greed
for more
drowning in illusion
I should have been
more kind.
I could have been;
it would have been easy.
Being kind is not something
I would have regretted.
On my deathbed, I would
not have wished I had not
been kind to someone.
ButI was not kind
on more that one occassion
and that is something
I must carry to my grave.
Unless I am kind enough
to forgive myself, of course.
I was out on one of my adventures this morning when I came upon a small ice house on a secluded lake. As I stood there wondering about its possible occupant, the door opened, and an old man stepped out for a minute, only to disappear inside again. I thought about walking out to visit with him a bit, but I didn’t want to ruin his solitude nor mine. Solitude is something to be treasured in our busy lives. It reminds me of a quote by Joseph Krutch:
“To have passed through life
and never experienced solitude
is to never have known oneself;
To have never known oneself
is to have never known anyone.”
–Photo by me