HeartSerene and Invincible
Expressions
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Deep feelings, some rhyme, some verse
Sometimes sad, sometimes bad, perhaps worse
The past is merely there to teach,
What -we may not, or should repeat.
To help us up and onward, not retreat,
To hurt and harm and loss we cannot change nor reach.
A passing scene, a thought, a phrase,
A haunting tune, a place,
Vivid, fleeting. takes me back in time and space,
To moment’s precious, in my mind,
a beloved face.
The warmth of a love we shared,
Not lost, but always there, replayed.
Like flags along the way, To mark what made me who I am,
and what I am today.
- Am I alone, feeling as I do, my heart aflame?
Then where those voices, why their waiting?
Those thoughts? those feelings, if they feel the same
What fears must hold them - stop their voicing?
Fear of what's next, promises of better morrows,
These the tools they use so well to cloud men's eyes.
So men place limits on their wanting
And go through life unthinking, like pigs in styies.
Open wide those gates that keep us in and others out,
Tear down those bars that keep us all apart.
Open wide those hearts, those minds, those eyes that will not see
Escape these bonds, these bounds, these norms and let us be ..
ourselves.
Oh! we can ask the birds to sing
But can we ask this world one thing?
Take away the crutches, and unfettered bring
To all the world a force -
to make us all one kin?
Egocentric enslavement, superficial existence,
Material gain, ball playing, entertainment.
Competing for supremacy, to "win" the only goal,
No thought for those who lose, no fears for those can'i
Only the Now, the When, the Hereafter, "ME"
Unashamed, unconcerned, selfish, complacent, "WE"
Let's all aspire, not just dream
Chase our rainbows but also build
Be free to act, to think, to feel,
Not echo, just natural, simply us.
We would hardly think it fair
If others should us judge
By norms and styles
They elect for themselves.
I leave no mark, no jot of greatness, only space,
A void, no doubt someone else will fill.
I leave no score, no imprint of my being
Just life, full spent, my work well done
Helping the weak and lame
Get free and strong again.
That day I must depart this life
will soon be dawning
That hour I must go from here and part from you is fast approaching.
Farewell friend, now all I have to take with me,
Are thoughts of you, your steadfast caring.
I cannot stay the clock
Nor hold back father time.
But I shall use the time I have
At what my life has been about.
To be unreservedly there when I'm needed,
To spontaneously do what needs done
Cherishing the sincere and caring
Helping the troubled go free.
I have dined with Kings
and fared of the very best.
I have also lived with those,
Who could hardly afford bread.
Yet equal welcome from rich and poor, the poor I value more
They went without
To treat me as I were a King.
'Tis how we think and feel, not live that makes us best.
‘Tis not our wealth, the power we may wield, that gives us strength
To change ourselves, to give more than we get.
To do our bit and make our presence felt.
Each new dawn brings expectations
Of new experiences, new beginnings, exciting times.
But each new dawn also hastens
The close of our lives.
I have no fears for this existence nor dimensions beyond
My opinions may change, my possessions vanish the form I'm in must decay-
But I've little doubt, my mind will live on
Though gone from this clump of clay.
A cage I do not need
Gilded with fickle loves
Promises, promises And everything but
Sincere caring.
No more, no more
Shall I ever hurt another,
Keep anything in my mind I should forget
Nor not forgive another's debt
No more, no more.
If I could live my life again
And also have this knowledge I have gained,
Inspite of all the ups and downs
I would not change a thing,
But never fail to say to those I care about so much... I love you.
It is now too late for regrets or remorse
It is too late to alter where I've failed
Some have passed beyond, for them I'm much too late
Yet to all who've done so much for me,
I pay, my humble thanks.
How can we understand suffering
Unless we have suffered too?
How can we judge another
Without walking in his shoes?
How can we raise our eyes
Above the limits of our learning;
When our hearts and minds are still,
So tightly closed and undiscerning?
To keep an open mind and open heart,
To be strong but not oppressive.
To recognize without question
To accept without restraint, is caring.
I have lived and I have loved
I have also failed and I have hurt
Tis then a wonder why they should care
If I live or if I die?
As I reach my greying years
Wealth and power lose their meaning
And even pleasures, little heeding
To share these joys with those I love.
The desires of my youth,
My middle-age ambitions
Have little value now.
Food and clothing and shelter I can always find,
What matters now are love and thoughtful minds.
I shall not compete with you, nor should you with me
But, together, even stronger, we can all excel
Daring every challenge, giving of our best
Making every moment count, all Universal self.
To mind, to think, to care
To open hearts to vistas yet unseen,
To live our dreams, to dare to bare
The hidden secrets and redeem .. Ourselves.
Spirits and minds may bubble, even rise above themselves
May even seem to make their presence felt.
But soon or late, time will surely tell,
Like water, find their level.
Are we sheep, not men with wills
Our vision close, like frogs in wells?
Do we really lack the courage, or the will
To look beyond our limits, and ourselves?
Behind this veil, this face we show the world, Unfeeling.
Behind us our people, hungry die, pitied, stared at, some media hype,
Uncaring empty gestures, false acts deny the help they need.
Is there nothing we can try? And do? Let's not ignore. Not these lives.
Who minds? Who thinks? Who cares?
Like cobwebs, superficial threads
Living things, just existing
Is that all? This life?
I want to open hearts and open minds,
Open vistas yet unseen
Escape the bounds, the norms and find
Free spirits, free men, free minds.
Is winning all we care about?
See others lose? Sometimes more than they can spare?
Are we so immune, we can a world like this ignore
The poor, the hungry, unsafe, insecure?
If you must fight,
Challenge the "impossible"
If you must compete,
Improve on what you did - yesterday.
Why can we not live our dreams
New worlds try, exercise our minds?
Even impossible or the unknown challenge
And the mysteries hidden behind?
They give men "crutches" to make them weak
Hold them back with promises and make them wait
Believing them men give their all but little get,
Must we wonder why they hate?
My life and my world, stress free, unbound
Ready for challenge, the "impossible" the worst,
Heart whole, mind free, daring and caring,
Seeking truth, doing what I do best.
I am ready to move on when I have to,
To whatever is behind that veil.
Mind Young, heart strong, invincible
Not lazy, nor hazy, nor stale.
I am ready to go to my origins
Or whatever there behind that veil
But wherever I go, I know that
I shall always give help on that trail.
Judge not a man by his face, his stature or belief,
His shade of skin, or custom, nor even by his speech,
Some past mistake, a weakness, nor his sins
His wealth, vast holdings, great power, even reach.
But value the man by how he loves and what he hates.
What he knows and what he really is. His "Shield"
By which he meets the world, his fate and how he minds
The challenges, the hardships he must face.
The handicaps that hinder him, the will that drives
To raise himself from down and out to what he is this day
Father, husband, son and friend, but yet a child mside.
Heartserene, invincible,, sincere in every way.
What are we, what men, to dismiss what lies deeply hid as not existing?
Not ask, not tax our minds, our brains at rest
Not thinking.
Just live our years and die thankful to to do our best
In finding
What each does best, What makes this world; our home,
A safer nesting?
Some must lose if we must win.
That's right? That's best?
Then do we also bar the have-nots from our doors, our shores
And look away when others cry for help? And - Yet!
Unshamed go forth to share with them this place,
this home, this Earth, this Sun, these skies?
We are but each the sum of what we did before
Or chose to learn. No more. No less.
Limits by this world on us? Not so.
Just choice, by each, by everyone of us.
If man can’t free himself, his mind clearing
This controlled life, this mental taming
Of idealoges and power making
All for one and one for all?,
But only mankind losing.
My goal in life to open hearts and open minds
And rid our eyes of blinkers
A better morrow, a life beyond
Not promises and more promises.
The past is solace for the unthinking
Sanctuary for the greedy weakling.
Not so, just wisdom to serve us all
The self-reliant and thinking.
A -world gone astray, unfocused,
Its values material
Satisfied, unperceiving
Stressful, obtuse, dull, unthinking.
Accept change, its certain,
But look ahead for open doors
Brighter lights and better things.
There is so little we know about our world, our cosmic home
So much we must discover about ourselves.
Echoing others in our actions, in our thinking
We trade ourselves for bondage and negate ourselves.
Our Universe and its Cosmic actions
Changing matter to energy and back again
Our bodies just matter to give us energy
To move us to action, to unbind our minds.
This Earth, this Universe, merely atoms in a cosmic sea
Cyclic, changing matter into energy and back again.
Our bodies merely machines, just another means
To feel ourselves, our minds and give them flame.
Rituals have no place among the thinking.
Mutually reciprocating, mentally awake,
Not anchored, not echoing, perceptive and free
Self-reliant, responsible, inter-dependent
Wide-eyed, receptive, accepting.
Setbacks not daunting, questing for cause
Not repeating the sins of one's past.
Seeking environments that bring out one's best
Repeating the actions which makes each one glad.
Exciting, expectant, alive to all life
Expressive and thinking, horizons expanding
Opinions, conclusions changed and replaced
All things material flimsy, transient,
Truth waits discovery, for each one alone
Sans crutches, sans ritual, and strong on one's feet.
Sole Copyrights, Sus'anta Heendeniya
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