Who Knows the Truth, I Ask You

The vastness of the wheat in field

rich soil lays beneath?

No, Layer upon layers splay

To cover up the heath.

Who knows the truth I ask of you

Profound, I tell you this!

Uncovered, unexpected,

Lies a masquerade of bliss.

-CDW

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(if these words sound familiar it’s because I posted it a while back and not because it’s a famous poem 🙂 )

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via Bliss

Ashes to Dreams

A meager end of one’s desires

Helpless, falls within the fires

Softly heard the silent pleas

For targets reached with greater ease.

 

Bemoan the loss of relinquished goals

That lay defeated upon the coals

As sparks take flight and seconds clash

They cruelly wither and turn to ash.

 

Rising yet above the flame

Release of who or what to blame

To plant again a seed accrued

From hopes of life and dreams renewed.

-CDW

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Make it Personal

“It’s true that everything has its Personal Legend,

but one day that Personal Legend will be realized.

So each thing has to transform itself into something better,

and to acquire a new Personal Legend,

until someday,

the Soul of the World becomes one thing only.”

 

Page 150 in Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist, one of my favorite books.

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daily post prompt: Legend