INSPIRING POETRY

GRATITUDE

by Belkacem Bel 

From the depths of myself, 

I give thanks for the love I am.

For the love that is in my life

and the love that surrounds me,

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU for the miracle of life that I am.         

For the wonderful gift of life within me and around me,

THANK YOU.  

           

THANK YOU for the perfect body.

For my health and my well-being,

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU for the abundance that I am.                                                                                               

THANK YOU for the abundance that I see all around me.

THANK YOU for all these riches.

For the richness of my life,

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU for the flow of money that comes to me

and flows through me.

For the adventure of my life

and the myriad wonderful possibilities and 

probabilities that are available to me,

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU for wonder,

THANK YOU for joy, 

THANK YOU for beauty and harmony, 

THANK YOU for peace and tranquillity,

THANK YOU for the laughter and

THANK YOU for the entertainment. 

And for the privilege to serve and 

share the gift that I am,

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.

Thank you, gracias, hvala, mercy, graze, obrigada, terima kasi, kapun ka, takk, danke, shokran, arigato, xie xie, efharisto, dêkuji, sukria, todah, kamsa hamnida, istutiy, spasibo, salamat po, Pilamaya ye, Añay, Nais, Fa’afetai, Thank ye, Ke a leboga, Yala bak allah, Gunalchéesh, Malo, Azéharamo aypo-mia, Fakafetai, Enkosi, Oshe, Wiyarrparlunpaju-yungu, Yaqhanyelay, Tujechhe, Mauruuru roa, Jəpən,Tawdi, Nawari, Mehrbani, Ke a leboga, Angen, Hay sxw q’a, Pagui, Auw’e, Hambadiahana, Namasmasuk, Ka, Koutai, Chaltu may, Ka pai, Eso, Ashi, Webale, Moducué, Khawp jai, Gilakas’la, Murakoze, Ndondele, Chyeju gabba sai, Barkal, Köszi, Maake, Askwali, Vinaka, Imbuya mono, Ù rú èsé, Yakoke, Zikomo, Hahóo, Juspaxar,...

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DIVINE MIRRORS
by Julia Butterfly

I do not know anything,
that you do not already know.

If anything 

I might be a till tilling to the fertile soil of your soul!

A mirror cleared of the hazy cloud
Of the myths and stories of our time
The ones that do not serve our highest self

I do not care how you look on the outside

Because I see who you are on the inside
That which lives long, long after
You skin decays your bones
And your bones turn to dust

I see you as a Legacy
As a story whos chapters are crafted

By the artistry of time,

Dancing with who you are, moment, to moment, to moment!

I see who you are
A profound opportunity,
A gorgeous gift
A manifestation of the divine

I know who you are!

And I do not know anything
That you do not already know!

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OF MANY REALITIES
by John Trudell

In the reality of many realities
How we see what we see, affects the quality of our reality.

We are children of earth and sky
DNA – Descendant Now Ancestor
Human Being, physical spirit
Bone, flesh, blood as spirit
Metal, mineral, water as spirit

We are in time and space, but we are beyond time and space.
The past is part of the present. The future is part of the present.
Life and being are interwoven.

We are the DNA of earth, moon, planets, stars.
We are related to the universal.
Creator, created, creation.
Spirit and intelligence with clarity.
Being and human as power.

We are part of the generations of evolution.
We are part of the memories.
These memories carry knowledge. These memories carry our identity.
Beneath race, gender, class, age.
Beneath citizen, business, state, religion.
We are human being.

And these memories are trying to remind us, human beings, human beings –
It is time to rise up.
Remember who we are.  

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IT'S 3:23 IN THE MORNING

by Drew Dellinger

It's 3:23 in the morning, and I'm awake

because my great, great, grandchildren won't -let -me -sleep.

My great, great, grandchildren ask me in dreams

What did you do, while the planet was plundered?

What did you do, when the earth was unravelling?

Surely you did something when the seasons started failing

as the mammals, reptiles, and birds were all dying?

Did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen?

What did you do once you knew?

I'm riding home on the coma train

I'm riding home on the coma train

I've got the voice of the Milky Way in my dreams,

I have teams of scientists feeding me data daily and pleading I immediately turn it into poetry

I want just-ice - con-scious-ness reachedby peoples in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech

I am the desirous earth equidistant to the underworld and the flesh of the stars.

I am everything already lost the moment the universe turns transparent and all the light shoots through the cosmos.

I use words to instigate silence.

I am a hieroglyphic stairway in a buried Mayan city suddenly exposed by a hurricanea satellite circling earth finding dinosaur bones in the Gobi desert.

I am telescopes that see back in time.

I am the precession of the equinoxesthe magnetism of the spiralling sea

I'm riding home on the coma train with the voice of the milky way in my dreams.

I am myths where violets blossom from blood like dying and rising gods.

I'm the boundary of time, soul encountering soul, and tongues of fire.

It's 3.23 in the morning, and I'm awake,

because my great, great, grandchildren won't let me sleep.

My great, great, grandchildren ask me - in - dreams,

what did you do, when the earth was unravelling?

I want justice - con-scious-ness reachedby peoples in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech.