Lifes trials poem

We look to ease our pain, and this keeps civilization Moving along. Fear is the architect here. Fear keeps us working near the ark. Sometimes though, it is fear, a contracting, That brings you into the presence. The most human experience of all is the experience of love and loss. Notice how each particle moves, Notice how everyone has just arrived here from a journey, Notice how each wants a different food, Notice how the stars vanish as the sun comes up, and how all streams stream toward the ocean.

Pain and strife are parts of life. Accepting our weakness , darkness and demons, balances our compassion and love for ourselves and others. Begin by listening to the universe, for it has much to teach you. But that shadow has been serving you! What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle. Your boundaries are your quest. You must have shadow and light source both. Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe. How we understand fear is how we have been taught to understand it.

Many leaders are misled by their own emotions. They project this onto you, and so you begin to shape the world a little bit differently from your neighbor. Most of the time, their fears are baseless. They seem to protect, But they imprison. They are your worst enemies.

They make you afraid Of living in emptiness. I am so small I can barely be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, But they see enormous things. Being human, we share a universal power to love.

Rumi eloquently speaks of how much we are capable of when we are truly connected to our body, mind, spirit, and soul. Our human race is dependent on our capability to love another. What is the body? What is love? What is hidden in our chests? What else? It begins with accepting our faults and failures. From pride and pain, we can turn our energies into pride and passion. Believe that you have what it takes to make your world better.

Start over. Whatever customs humanity had Becomes waves of compassion. Trials Of Life. Tuesday, April 15, Download image of this poem. Report this poem.

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