My Everyday Blog

 A Praise   A form of grace,with tusk and trunk, Before all rites, One's name is sung. Not just of stone, or painted art, One lives within the human heart.   One is the one who clears the way, Not just of blocks that go astray, But from the mind's own tangled mess, The worry, doubt, and restlessness.   In One, see the One's guide, Who helps One find what's deep inside. The ego small, the wisdom vast, A timeless truth, forever cast.   One's broken tusk, a story told, Of sacrifice, courageous, bold. To write the book, to share the word, A whisper from the unseen heard.   One's large ears hear One's silent plea, One's eyes perceive what One can't see. The path, though hard it seems, Is paved with light from inner dreams.   So bow to One, but not in fear, The Supporter of One is near. One is the peace, One long to find, The quiet home within your mind.   PS  Finding One, yet within Oneself. 

Surrendering To ...   To the currents of a truth One cannot hold, One cast my vessel, and One's story is told. No longer captain, master of One's fate, One open to a higher, unseen gate. The sails of ego, once so stiff and proud, Fall soft and slack, a whisper in the cloud. The anchor of the self, One let it go, To drift upon the cosmic ebb and flow. One cease One's striving, quiet every plea, And find One's freedom in what One is meant to be. This gentle giving, this surrender sweet, Is not defeat, but sacred, true retreat. The shore One seek is not a place to find, But a release of all One left behind. A silent knowing, a most certain peace, Where all One's small and separate strivings cease. Source & Credit : Unknown   PS What One had like to explore next?

Love As Guide   The heart, a compass, seeks a sacred pole, And what it finds shall shape the future whole. Be cautious, then, of that to which one yield, For in that choice, one's destiny's revealed. To love the fleeting, fragile, and the low, Is to plant seeds, watch them grow. But set one's gaze on what is truly grand, A light that burns in some transcendent land. Love something primal, a truth without a flaw, A whisper of the universal law. Love something of the supra-being's breath, That conquers fear and triumphs over death. Then one will find one's way, a path made bright, By the pure object of one's spirit's light. For love is not a journey, but the guide, With cosmic purpose deep within its stride.   Source & Credit : Unknown PS Love for what is primal and cosmic, and love will illuminate one's path and lead one to a life of meaning and purpose.

It's Just Raining Rain, a whisper from the sky,  A silver thread on the windowpane,  Washes the world with a gentle sigh,  And cleanses the soul of its lingering pain.   Each drop, a prayer from a cloud above,  A holy kiss on the thirsty earth,  A testament to a cosmic love,  Giving new life and a fresh new birth.   The thunder's rumble, a divine decree,  Shaking the dust from the tired ground,  Waking the spirit to finally see,  The sacred silence in the storm's sound.   So let it fall, let the heavens weep,  Let the waters rise and the rivers flow,  Into the ocean, secrets to keep,  Where the spirit is planted and begins to grow.   Source & Credit: Unknown PS Is it's just rain or some more for One? For One, rain is definitely more than "just rain." It has a calming effect, a way of forcing the world to slow down. The sound of it on the roof, the clean smell after a downpour, and the way it washes ...