Paradoxum

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Paradoxum

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I want, want not

a pull and push or push and pull

days so empty and yet so full

of many things but none at all.

So strange how life can be like death

to drown on air with each last breath-

I need, need not

such clear confusion

a life so real in my delusion

when standing tall I often fall

and catch myself but sometimes not

while steady ahead in my convictions

I live a life of contradictions-

H.O

“The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.”

― Carl R. Rogers

Seeds

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Seeds

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It is sad how life changes, emotions dwindle

as the light of passion with the years subside-

And I try to hold on, something must be worth

to keep tucked away when it’s cold outside

and loneliness grabs on, something left to spindle

in the everyday that was left from life-

Moving on it’s easier if there’s a place to go

and fresh ground to sow seeds we never scattered,

hoping maybe passion finds a place to rise

and in late Spring blooming our dreams left shattered

into something new may then sprout and grow.

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H.O

“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”

― Robert Louis Stevenson

The Journey

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The Journey

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Half-way or more,

farther from the start than from the end

but not close enough to see the shore,

if there is one to see.

And I know my way but journeys can be tough

without anyone helping with the sails-

I remind you then how much lost at sea

I have found myself, lost in many trails

and so many times, with no motivation

to continue searching for a greener grass

in the other side, but at last I learned

to embrace the journey regardless where it leads,

everything must pass, nothing is for keeps

but to know the journey is what matters most

and not the destination.

H.O

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“Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Within a Dream

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Within a Dream

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How I dream so much all night

like my life is made of dreams-

I often wonder if life is real

If what appears to be but means

that when asleep I’m unaware

when all the places I see unreal

are truly life and maybe there

I am awake inside my dreams

H.O