Tag: journey

poetry

Her Face

mantra

She tells the story

of her beginning and end

her coming and going

Her eyes whisper

the joys of her children

and the heartache of her love

and his struggle…

The birds melodies vibrate along her skin

Wind chimes dangle from her fingertips

Flowers blossom in her hair

She wakes with the Sun and sleeps to the Moons lullaby

She dances like the rain

The ground praises her by kissing her feet with each step she makes

The mountains welcome her…..

She climbs them with

DETERMINATION

STRENGTH

STEADFASTNESS and

UNDERSTANDING

On her journey she carries a staff filled

With the sweet liquor of

PEACE

And

SHE SMILES

A smile so bright that it shines light to upon the world

A smile so vibrant that it brings light to every heart

A smile that reflects all of the beauty that exists within her

EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL ON HER FACE

She is blessed by GOD.

motivation, short story

The Soldier and The Monk (Fable)

mantra

A Monk is seated quietly, at the Golden Gates of Heaven.

A soldier who just lost her life in battle greets him at the gates.  “Hello. Monk. Is this where I enter to get into heaven?” The monk gently smiles and asks..”Is it?”  The soldier confused said “That’s what I just asked you?  Is this the gate to Heaven? am I on the right path?” The monk smiled again and asked, “Which path did you come from?”  The soldier turned behind her, and there were thousands of roads and paths.  “Which one did you come from?” asked the Monk.  The soldier scratched her forehead and replied..”I don’t know.  I didn’t know that I had traveled that many roads. What should I do? Should I go back?” he asked the monk.   The Monk asked her..”Soldier if you do, which road would he take?”  Frustrated the soldier dropped all she carried and began to cry.  The monk continued to smile and sit quietly before her.  The soldier again turned behind her and looked at the many places from which she traveled.  He soon grew tired and weary and decided to sit.  She sat and sat. For days, weeks, and years..The Soldier sat. The Monk sat. Until one day, a Grocery Clerk walked up. He smiled and said “Hello” to the Monk and the Soldier and proceeded to walk into the Golden Gates of Heaven.

The Soldier swiftly rose to her feet, and asked the Monk, in bewilderment, “Why did he do that? How did he do that?”  The Monk smiled; ” Soldier, there are many paths behind you, but only one in front. Why would you question which way to go?  The Soldier shrugged her shoulders and laughed.  She gathered her things and walked right into the Golden Gates of Heaven.

“Never get too occupied with the past that you can not see the future”.